If you become a monster, you will succeed

"Legend, it's just a legend. It is said that at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, you peel an apple in front of the mirror. If you accidentally cut it off, you will see ghosts. Today, the anchor will perform a midnight apple peeling for you!"

Near midnight, the deadliest ghost hunting live broadcast room on the entire Internet opened again. Mr. Belit Wall, who is 1.95 meters tall, has a strong physique, and looks like a tough guy, is sitting in front of the mirror, looking at himself As he said it sounded like a very desperate plan, he lit a white candle and let the two dim yellow flames illuminate the mirror even more eeriely.

[Anchor, don't play dead! 】

【That's right, we won't argue with you anymore, don't do this kind of work! 】

[Ghosts really exist, why don't you understand? 】

...

The barrage in the live broadcast room was noisy, but Feng Xue was sitting on a soft stool, holding a slightly bent knife, and began to peel apples, saying as she peeled:

"In order to avoid intentional cutting, and to increase the probability of accidental cutting, I will limit the width of the apple peel to three millimeters. Work hard."

While Feng Xue was speaking, the knife had already started to slash across the apple, and the thin and narrow skin of the apple was separated from the apple. After a few minutes, many viewers even forgot that this was a live broadcast. His attention was completely focused on the apple skin that seemed to be broken at any time.

But at this time, the twelve o'clock bell suddenly rang, and Feng Xue, who lowered her head and peeled her skin while talking about ghost stories with a little color, "didn't" notice that right in front of him, the In the mirror illuminated by candlelight, an arm is slowly protruding out.

[Fuck, anchor, look up, mirror! Mirror! 】

[What's the situation, the ghost came out before the apple peel broke? ! 】

[I'm going to meet it! It's coming! 】

...

But all these reminders didn't seem to affect Feng Xue who was concentrating on peeling the skin. The audience could only watch the hand stretched out from the mirror slowly approaching Feng Xue's head.

Just at this moment, a gust of wind blew past, and even the apple peel in Feng Xue's hand shook slightly. Feng Xue seemed to be in a stress response, and suddenly gave a jolt, and the apple peel snapped off.

It wasn't just the apple skin, the knife accidentally cut his finger, and as drops of blood fell on the table and the apple, Feng Xue immediately dropped the bloody knife as if in pain, stood up and turned around in one go. The hand that was about to touch Feng Xue was immediately thrown away.

Not only that, the ghostly hand swung down just happened to slap Feng Xue's blood on the table, and then it shrank back into the mirror suddenly as if it was electrocuted.

"Hiss—is there something wrong with the air conditioner? I suddenly feel a little cold..." Feng Xuefan took out the hemostatic spray and sprayed it on the injured finger, but she couldn't help complaining about the unreliable electrical appliances , but at this time the audience in the live broadcast room was unable to complain, and they were all looking for slices, trying to find evidence to convince the anchor that there was a ghost.

However, everyone failed, no matter whether it was recorded or filmed, there was no evidence of the ghost hand left in any record.

Of course they couldn't keep it, because that ghost hand was actually a white ghost hand manipulated by an invisible Gu poison body.

As for the mirror... it is not a mirror at all, but a layer of "demonic energy". To be precise, it is the magical energy controlled by the method of "restraining demons and arresting evil" in Xuanjun's secret scriptures.

Using the functions of assimilation and mimicry possessed by magic energy, he simulated a texture similar to a mirror. He was indeed very attentive before, but he was not concentrating on peeling apples, but concentrating on building the "picture" in the mirror with tacit understanding , to match the movement of the ghost hand protruding.

In short, a double spring.

After busying for a while, Feng Xue returned to the "mirror" with her bandaged hands, performed a mime and touched the mirror surface that had no real touch, and said with an expression that I knew:

"Now you should believe that there are no ghosts in this world, right?"

[Yes, we already deeply believe that there are ghosts in this world! 】

[I'm more curious now, the ghost seemed to be injured by the anchor's blood just now. 】

[It is said that ghosts are afraid of black dog blood. Could it be that the anchor is a dog demon? 】

[The dog monster is too much! 】

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"Hey, Yuc, please play in the Yuc group. If you tease the anchor like this, I will be angry with the anchor!" Feng Xue pretended to be angry and put her hands on her hips, warning with a serious expression, while the audience kept talking The barrage of "Why you just don't believe in ghosts" was tapped on the screen.

Seeing this, Feng Xue rolled her eyes and said:

"Ghosts? I have been famous for not being afraid of ghosts since I was a child! I often bet with people to earn some pocket money. But guess what?

"When I was ten years old, the whole family of the neighbor next door died overnight. Everyone said that there was an evil spirit seeking their lives. I made a bet with someone and lived in that haunted house for seven days. Nothing happened. I only found out when it happened. Bet me that the person behind the scenes It's a real estate agent who tricked me into living in it to clear the name of the haunted house!

"When I was thirteen years old, I made a bet with someone. I went to guard the mortuary of a hospital that was said to be haunted for a month. I didn't see a single ghost hair. Then I found out that the grandson who made the bet with me talked about the short-term labor in the mortuary. The wages are much higher than the wages of gambling!

"When I was sixteen, I heard that there was a female ghost in the factory who sucked up a dozen strong men. I worked in that factory for half a year, but I didn't see any female ghost come to my door. I didn't even do a Chunlinxi! It was only later that I figured it out, that was just fooling me into working with a basic salary!

"I'm here to warn everyone, really don't believe in any ghosts, those things are most likely to make you pay.

"For example, if a place is rumored to be haunted, it is a haunted house, and the house price will drop, right?

"Investors buy it, hire a so-called ghost-hunting master, do it casually, and then claim how much money they spent to catch ghosts. Now it is no longer a ghost house, and the house price has risen again, right?

"How much do you think this will earn?

"Let's not talk about speculating on rosary beads to ward off evil spirits, god statues, a few credit points can wholesale a carload of things, as long as a master is packaged, and a consecration ceremony is performed, it can be sold tens of thousands of times immediately. Go! Isn't that thing faster than cultivating idols and bringing money?

"So, there's no such thing as ghosts in this world! My mouth is full of ghosts, but my heart is full of business! Do you understand business?!"

【Fuck, I feel like I've been convinced...】

[Be sensible! Think about that hand just now! 】

[It’s not that bad, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would have almost believed it! 】

[Well, is there a possibility that those places are actually haunted, but the host is hard-pressed? 】

[It's really possible for you to say that! 】

【So I'm just curious, where is the haunted ghost factory? There is no other meaning, I just want to do odd jobs to earn pocket money...]

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Seeing the barrage running further and further away, Feng Xue forcibly restrained the urge to raise the corners of her mouth, because at this moment, another label appeared on him——

【Fate hard】!