The sacred tree is about to pass, and the cannon fodder's wish countdown is coming

"Hey everyone! Today we're going to explore the famous Jinhua Villa in Dongjiang District!"

A handsome young man stood in front of a slightly dilapidated villa, talking to the camera in his hand.

The villa was surrounded by weeds, the walls were mottled and peeling, and the window glass was broken, as if it had been forgotten in a corner by time.

"I heard this villa has been abandoned for a long time! And every previous owner who moved into this villa either died mysteriously or went insane within a week. No one has ever escaped!"

As the young man spoke, he deliberately lowered his voice with a mysterious expression on his face.

At this time, the big photographer holding the camera also cooperated very well and shook the lens playfully, as if wanting to add some tension to the atmosphere.

However, even though the two of them sang in unison, the audience in the live broadcast room was not so easily fooled.

Various comments kept scrolling on the screen:

[Host, please stop keeping us in suspense and tell us why!]

[Stop being so mysterious and spooky here!]

[I'm guessing there's something wrong with the house itself. Maybe it's excessive formaldehyde, or a gas leak causing poisoning, or perhaps it's the effects of strong electromagnetic radiation.]

[Everyone should believe in science!]

[Mr. Anchor, please don't tell me that word, or I'll report you for spreading feudal superstition!]

[Don't disbelieve me, this might really be that. I saw it when I was a kid. This thing really exists!]

[If you don't like watching, get out. As an adventure streamer, it's normal for me to show off this kind of stuff. Otherwise, why would the audience watch it? And it's all about haunted house adventures.]

The young man saw that the live broadcast room was gradually becoming noisy, and some people had even started arguing, but he didn't care at all, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Because in his opinion, the noisier it is, the more popular the live broadcast will be and the more people will pay attention to it.

He chose to turn a blind eye to these arguments and accusations, knowing full well that his fans would not sit idly by and would definitely stand up and fight back on his behalf.

Therefore, there is absolutely no need for him to personally get involved in this war of words.

Thinking of this, the young man's smile grew even wider, and he continued enthusiastically, "Of course, host, I really don't know the specific reason.

"But those owners who went crazy but luckily survived all insisted that there was a ghost in that Jinhua Villa!"

Just as he finished speaking, the photographer beside him moved the camera in his hand very tacitly and quickly, and the lens was aimed directly at the legendary Jinhua Villa.

In an instant, a gloomy and cold breath seemed to penetrate the screen and surge like a tide.

Although the audience was only separated from the mysterious villa by a thin electronic screen, the creepy chill instantly surged into their hearts, causing many people to shiver.

At this time, the young man outside the camera was still communicating slowly with the audience in the live broadcast room.

"Today, I'm going to take everyone in my family with me to find out what's going on!"

"Family members, please use your lucky hands to pay a little attention to the anchor, and the anchor will take you in to explore the world."

However, at this moment, some of the audience in the live broadcast room seemed to notice something strange and felt vaguely uneasy.

So, they began to leave messages to advise the bold anchor, hoping that he would not take risks easily.

It's better to believe something exists than not to believe it exists. We should still have awe for ghosts and gods, things we can't see or touch.

[It is difficult to fully understand everything in the world. Many phenomena and forces may be beyond our current understanding. This is normal.]

"Brother Feng, this house looks really weird. Something is really wrong. You should leave here immediately."

Just from the outside, this house gives people a creepy feeling, as if it hides countless secrets and dangers. Who knows, you might actually encounter some unclean and evil things inside.

However, in the face of these kindhearted people's advice, some viewers who were just watching the fun seemed very unhappy. They started shouting in the live broadcast room.

[Adventure host, don't you even know what a true adventure is? If you don't even have this much courage, what kind of adventure host are you?!]

[That's right, you're making such a fuss, aren't you deliberately trying to cut off Han Feng's financial resources? This is a sin!]

Some people even expressed their support directly through practical actions and shouted boldly in the barrage.

[Host, I'll give you 10 hot air balloons. Hurry up and get in!]

As soon as he finished speaking, a large wave of dazzling gift effects suddenly appeared on the screen of the live broadcast room.

Seeing this, Han Feng's face was so happy that his mouth was almost grinning from ear to ear.

"Thank you for the gift, big brother. I'll be in right away."

As he finished speaking, the door of the villa slowly opened.

The ancient door made of solid wood made a dull and heart-pounding sound when it turned.

Like the devil's low singing from the depths of hell, it traveled directly into the ears of everyone present through the cool night breeze, and continued to echo in their minds, stirring up waves of chills.

Han Feng held the flashlight tightly in his hand. When the bright circle of light was first projected onto the floor inside the villa, a shocking dark red bloodstain instantly came into everyone's sight.

The bloodstain was like a winding red snake, lying on the cold ground.

Judging from its shape and distribution, it can be inferred that the owner of the bloodstain was being dragged by a powerful external force, which ruthlessly pulled him (her) to slide on the ground, leaving such a long red mark.

Han Feng carefully controlled the light of the flashlight and followed the horrific blood trail all the way, but the blood trail suddenly stopped in the middle.

Faced with such a bizarre scene, Han Feng's face showed no sign of panic. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he joked to the audience behind the camera in a light-hearted and teasing tone.

"Look at this bloodstain, it's really weird! It just disappeared without a trace, like someone was painting the floor with a paintbrush and ran out of paint halfway through."

He used such light-hearted words to try to diffuse the tense and oppressive atmosphere, but for some reason, this seemingly casual joke made the air around them even more solemn.

Despite this, many viewers left messages in the barrage, expressing their agreement with Han Feng's explanation.

After all, this villa has not only been visited by this anchor. Perhaps someone had deliberately created such a prank to scare newcomers before?

The flashlight moved slowly. Han Feng wanted to make sure that the entire house was illuminated, otherwise his elder brother, who had just given him a gift, would be unhappy.

The bright circle of light swept across the entire floor slowly, and wherever it passed, there was only cluttered furniture and inconspicuous small objects on the floor.

Nothing else.

[Anchor, look at the wall.]

The aperture moved upwards, and Han Yao quickly scanned the surrounding walls.

At this moment, some sharp-eyed viewers in the live broadcast room seemed to have discovered something unusual.

Immediately afterwards, a large wave of barrages rolled quickly!

[Brother Feng, look at the ceiling!]

A trace of curiosity arose in Han Feng's heart. He subconsciously raised his head and looked straight above his head.

With just one glance, his originally calm face instantly became stiff and his pupils contracted sharply.

Suddenly, a human-shaped bloodstain appeared on the ceiling! The bloodstain was like a strange and bloody painting, quietly embedded in the ceiling.

The bloodstains were surrounded by a jet-like outline, as if they were traces left by some terrifying force that erupted in an instant.

These lines crisscrossed like a giant spider web, spreading out in all directions, as if silently foreshadowing something to everyone...

After a brief moment of shock, Han Feng let out a long breath and patted his heart, which was beating rapidly due to fear.

Then, he pretended to be calm and said, "Oh, that scared me. I thought it was something else. It turned out to be another pool of blood. There's nothing strange about it."

Han Feng patted his chest with his hands, trying to calm his frightened little heart, and breathed a sigh of relief, then took the opportunity to ask for another wave of gifts.

"Thank you xxx for the small gift. If you are interested in the anchor, you can follow the anchor to avoid missing it next time."

After saying that, Han Feng quickly turned his gaze to the spacious hall and began to look around.

He seemed to see something and slowly pointed his finger in a direction.

"That seems to be the kitchen, let's go and see..."

Before he finished speaking...

"Oh!"

An unknown wind blew by, and the heavy door slammed shut with a loud noise.

This sudden change not only interrupted Han Feng's words, but also made the hearts of the audience in the live broadcast room rise to their throats.

[This gust of wind can only blow up Brother Feng's hair, so do you think it can blow up such a heavy door?]

[Ahhhh! Something dirty is coming!]

For a moment, an atmosphere of fear and tension filled the entire live broadcast room.