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

At this moment, Han Feng, who had always been proud of his courage, couldn't help but want to back down.

You know, the audience in the live broadcast room may not know the real situation, but Han Feng, who is at the scene, knows it very well.

Just now, he could clearly feel that he was being closely locked by a very obvious gaze.

That look was filled with deep malice, as if if he dared to stay for a moment longer, he would immediately fall into an irretrievable situation.

But there is no one in the villa, right?

Therefore, he could only attribute such an unnatural phenomenon to - ghosts!

So, he took a deep breath and said to the camera: "My dear family, the host is not feeling well today, so let's end the live broadcast here!"

As Han Feng finished speaking, there was a lot of discussion in the live broadcast room.

[Hurry up, host! This is too weird!]

[You coward who runs away from the battlefield should just change your career and become a comedy anchor!]

[Is this a script? Is the host trying to create a ghost story?]

[Hurry up and go in, don't spoil the fun!]

[I'll give you 10 sports cars, keep going, I'm not short of money!]

Faced with these dazzling special effects and tempting rewards, Han Feng's heart couldn't help but begin to waver.

Maybe it was just his illusion. There are no ghosts in the world.

After thinking for a while, the fear in his heart finally succumbed to the temptation of money. He gritted his teeth and said, "Then I will continue to lead my family on adventures."

Sometimes poverty is scarier than ghosts.

Han Feng took a deep breath, constantly preparing himself mentally, and finally mustered up the courage to lead the way into the kitchen.

The cameraman Xiao Qian, who followed closely behind him, recorded every detail steadily with the camera in his hand.

After entering the kitchen, they found that it was not as scary as they had imagined.

Similar to the hall outside, the kitchen was also in a mess, with bloodstains and various cooking utensils scattered everywhere.

Seeing this scene, Han Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his originally tense nerves relaxed a little.

However, just when he was about to relax, the live broadcast room suddenly exploded.

The barrage of comments appeared on the screen, making his nerves tense to the extreme again.

[Did you see a red figure suddenly flash by the window?]

This comment acted like a fuse, quickly triggering responses from other viewers.

[Fuck, I saw it!]

[I saw it too!]

[Ah ...

For a moment, the entire live broadcast room was shrouded in fear and people screamed.

Some viewers thought it was just a special effect carefully designed by the anchor, so they began to ask:

[What special effects is the anchor using? It’s so realistic!]

[Please recommend! ]

Many people also praised this so-called special effect:

[This special effect is really well done. The host is so awesome. I almost had a cardiac arrest just now.]

[Add one above.]

[Plus one…]

Faced with the horrified remarks of the audience in the live broadcast room, Han Feng's body trembled involuntarily.

He tried hard to suppress his inner fear and said to the camera in a trembling voice: "You...you are kidding me, right?"

At this moment, although his face stiffly raised a seemingly relaxed arc, his eyes were filled with unconcealable panic.

He seemed to have guessed that the audience would think he was acting, so he placed his hopes on the photographer, Xiao Qian, "Xiao Qian, did you see the shadow in red?"

Xiao Qian also shook his head in panic, "Brother Feng, I didn't see it either."

[Ahhh, behind!]

[later!]

Han Feng looked back reflexively.

In an instant, a hideous, distorted face suddenly appeared before his eyes, and the face was only 0.1 meter away from his face!

That terrifying face was covered with bulging veins, a pair of blood-red eyes stared at him intently, and a disgusting stench came out of his mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Han Feng was so terrified that he couldn't help but let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Fear instantly overwhelmed him. He felt his legs become weak and powerless as if the bones had been pulled out, and his whole body fell straight forward to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The cameraman was also frightened by the scene. His face turned pale and he staggered back quickly.

Because he was too panicked, he lost control of the camera in his hand, the lens began to shake violently, and the picture became blurry.

"Help!" In extreme panic, Han Feng shouted at the top of his lungs with all his strength.

However, just as his cry had not yet faded away, the ghost disappeared without a trace in the next second, as if it had never appeared.

"Xiao Qian, let's go!"

Han Feng shouted loudly and climbed up from the ground using his hands and feet.

At this moment, nothing else matters in the face of my life!

Han Feng and the photographer ran towards the door as fast as they could.

However, when they ran to the gate, they found in despair that the door, which should have been easily opened, was not moving at all.

No matter how hard they pushed and pulled, the door remained tightly closed, as if blocked by a mysterious and powerful unnatural force.

Now they can no longer comfort themselves that this is normal.

Han Feng's heart suddenly sank, and cold sweat ran down his forehead.

He turned around, looked at Xiao Qian with a terrified face, and said in a trembling voice, "Xiao Qian, are we going to die here?"

Xiao Qian was also frightened at this time, "I don't know..."

The live broadcast room was still open, but the camera was pointing in an unknown direction because of the photographer's strike.

The audience could only see a staircase leading to the second floor.

So those who were not at the scene came up with another evil idea.

[I haven't been to the second floor, please go check it out.]

[I feel like there’s more story on the second floor!]

[You guys really just want to watch the fun and not mind the trouble. You scared me to death just now, and now you won't let the anchor run away.]

[Who knows if that was a script? It's not like the host hasn't played tricks before.]

No wonder the audience didn't believe it.

In order to become famous, Han Feng had written a similar script before, but it was later exposed as fake, so the audience never believed that Han Feng would really encounter a dirty thing one day.

But they still like to read this kind of script.

So everyone called out to Han Feng in the live broadcast room, and some rich people even generously contributed their money.

At this time, Han Feng had no time to pay attention to the barrage in the live broadcast room.

Suddenly, a strange and mournful tune sounded without warning in this quiet villa.

The voice seemed to come from the underworld, deep and resentful, making people shudder.

"This corner is where I live, please do not disturb my quietness..."

Along with this chilling song, the whole room seemed to be filled with a gloomy atmosphere.

"Those who enter without permission will be punished, and the soul will be filled with anger..." Every note is like an ice-cold finger, gently touching the human spine, making people shudder.

Han Feng widened his eyes, his eyes filled with fear.

He found that he was unable to move at all, as if he was bound by an invisible force.

At this moment, his hands and feet spread out uncontrollably into a big "human" shape.

And the next second, he was suddenly lifted up by an inexplicably powerful force and directly stuck to the ceiling at an extremely fast speed!

Such a huge impact force made Han Feng unable to react at all. He only felt a churning in his chest and a sweetness in his throat, and then he vomited a large mouthful of blood.

However, before he could recover from the sudden severe pain, the mysterious power suddenly receded.

Han Feng, who lost his support, suddenly fell to the ground like a falling meteor due to the effect of gravity.

With a dull thud, Han Feng fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

And at this moment, he was not the only one suffering.

In comparison, Xiao Qian's experience was much more miserable than Han Feng's.

The ghost hiding in the dark was like a naughty and evil child who had found a new way to play, treating the small amount of money as a rag doll to be played with at will.

Xiao Qian's body was thrown onto the high ceiling, then flew towards the left or right wall like a cannonball, and then bounced back.

It goes back and forth like this, flying in the air non-stop.

At the same time, the entire villa was filled with Xiao Qian's extremely shrill screams. The screams pierced the night sky and lingered for a long time, making people's scalps numb and their hearts beat faster.

The camera was thrown aside, but the audience still saw Xiao Qian's figure flying in the air.

"My soul rests in this forbidden place, please do not force me..."

"If you dare to invade my place, you will be doomed..."

[Do you think this time...will be...unscripted?]

Things are getting weirder...

[What is this sound? I've never heard it before. Does the host have the copyright?]

[No matter how realistic the previous script was, Xiao Qian would be reluctant to leave his precious camera behind, right?]

[After hearing what the above person said, it seems to be true!]

[And Xiaoqian's screams were so miserable!]

The audience finally realized that the matter was serious, and some people even called the police.

But the next second, the live broadcast room was closed for promoting feudal superstition.

Meanwhile, the ghost appeared before the two of them again.

Xiao Qian could no longer bear the impact of such a horrific scene and fainted to the ground.

Han Feng was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly. He was so terrified that he couldn't make any sound.

It was a fierce ghost wearing a bright red dress.

Her face was twisted and hideous, covered with crisscrossing, ugly scars, and her true appearance could not be seen.

Her unusually smooth long hair was dirty and filthy, dragging on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood behind her as she moved.

Her feet were floating in the air, and she was slowly approaching Han Feng.

As the wind whistled by, the ghost said in a sinister voice, "You are the 108th person to break into my house."

"Then leave your life behind."

Before she finished her words, her pale hands suddenly grabbed Han Feng's neck.

However, at the critical moment, a mysterious and powerful force suddenly erupted, knocking the evil ghost away instantly!

Han Feng, still in shock, reached out and touched the jade Buddha on his neck that had been broken into several pieces. He secretly felt relieved, but without thinking about anything else, he turned around and ran to the second floor.

After stumbling all the way to the second floor, Han Feng pushed open a door in a panic, slipped into the house, and quickly closed the door tightly with his backhand.

But when he just turned his head, he was suddenly met with two pairs of eyes emitting a faint light.

In an instant, Han Feng felt as if his heart had stopped beating, and a heart-wrenching scream came from his throat.

"Ahhhh!"

Then, his eyes rolled back and his body collapsed to the ground, completely losing consciousness.

System: "Host, he seems to have fainted from fright."

Lu Shi frowned helplessly. "Why would this guy faint anywhere else? He had to run over to where I sleep. It's bad luck."