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The room was brightly lit, as bright as day.

Zhuang Jiuxi sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, looking at the empty room, thinking slowly, it must not be an illusion just now.

At the moment when Li Gui approached, the fear of opening the pores and stiffening the body was still vivid, and the dangerous atmosphere mixed with malice and hostility was unforgettable for a long time.

it is true……

In this haunted house, there are really ghosts who want people's lives.

The boy instinctively grabbed the phone, and when he moved his body, he realized that his fingers were trembling belatedly.

After all, no matter how much psychological construction he did before he moved in, and no matter how passionately he spoke, when he actually encountered a ghost, his brain was still blank, and he didn't know how to react.

This question is beyond the outline!

Now how to do?

Zhuang Jiuxi scratched his hair, casually opened the chat section of a certain painter's forum, and posted a post: [What should I do if I really hit a ghost after living in a haunted house? 】

There was very little forum traffic in the second half of the night, and it took a long time for sporadic replies:

Floor 1: [Look for a Taoist priest to do it. 】

Zhuang Jiuxi thought for a while, and replied seriously: 【No money. 】

The first floor continued to make comments: [Then move out and escape far away. 】

Zhuang Jiu analyzed: 【No, I'm going to live on the street if I move out! 】

The first floor insisted on raising opinions, from sprinkling glutinous rice to black dog blood to reporting to the country, and then being refuted by Zhuang Jiuxi one by one, all of which are not acceptable!

Finally, the big brother on the first floor got annoyed: [SB bar fine, get out!This doesn't work, that doesn't work either, you might as well continue living with ghosts!You didn't die anyway, didn't you? 】

"Ok??"

Zhuang Jiuxi's eyes brightened, and he realized that he had indeed entered into a misunderstanding.

That's right, although he saw a ghost, didn't he die?Since he is not dead, why run outside!

Whatever you want in the mansion, people are not as good as ghosts these days, if brother ghost really kills him, he can just stay here and be a ghost, can't it be better?

Zhuang Jiuxi replied cheerfully: [Brother is right, I decided to stay here. 】

The choked and speechless big brother on the first floor: [? ?ill!I'm really sick, so I play house with elementary school chicken like you! 】

Big brother posted angrily.

The people who followed up posted the same hahaha, deeply feeling that the big brother on the first floor was completely molested by the host, how could there be ghosts in this world?

This logic is like, it is impossible for anyone in this world to really run to live in a haunted house because of being poor.

It was already bright, and the rising sun shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, dispelling the chill in the bedroom.

Zhuang Jiuxi opened a window, the breeze blew by, and the fragrance of green grass and flowers rushed to his face, which lifted his spirits.

This is a warm and fresh atmosphere that has never been seen in a rental house that has not seen the sun for many years.

The boy narrowed his eyes comfortably, stretched his waist, felt his hungry stomach, and walked slowly towards the kitchen.

He found a piece of bread, and made two simple sandwiches. The aroma of fried eggs came out from the plate, which was extraordinarily sweet, but Zhuang Jiuxi swallowed, but didn't eat it directly, but carried two trays go outside.

When he walked to the restaurant, he poked his head out first, and looked around as if he was looking for something. He was a little apprehensive, but also a little excited, and finally asked cautiously, "Brother Ghost, are you there?"

This time, unlike last night, there was no response.

...I didn't see a ghost this time, and I was a little disappointed.

However, what needs to be done still needs to be done!

Zhuang Jiuxi put a sandwich on the table in the corner of the restaurant, thought for a while, poured a glass of milk and put it next to him, then nodded in satisfaction.

That's right, as a new resident, he's just here, so he should pay some protection money for the ghost brother who has been dead for many years.

Only in this way can we coexist peacefully in the future!

But for the next few days, he didn't see Li Gui again.

On the third day, Secretary Zhao came.

The car stopped in front of the manor, and the leader, Secretary Zhao, had a serious face in a suit and leather shoes.

Since last night, he has not been in contact with anyone. Secretary Zhao rushed over immediately in the early morning. He knew that something might happen to Zhuang Jiuxi!

He immediately took out the key to open the door, and his face changed drastically in an instant.

The young man fell into the field of flowers, his jet-black broken hair blended with the golden rose, and the branches entangled his thin ankles. His face was pale without a trace of blood, and his black and white pupils were scattered. Bits of erosion engulfed.

Secretary Zhao's heart tightened. Zhuang Jiu analyzed that this was a failure, and he was afraid something would happen!

He hurriedly stepped forward to tear off the branches and vines, and helped the young man up, but his hands were cold, "Mr. Zhuang, are you still awake?"

The young man turned his head slowly, his pale lips trembling slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Secretary Zhao..."

Secretary Zhao comforted him softly: "Yes, you don't have to worry. Although the cooperation fails, we will take full responsibility for the medical expenses and compensate you for [-] yuan for mental damage."

As he spoke, he was about to dial the number of the hospital, and helped Zhuang Jiuxi out of the manor with the driver.

At this time, the young man who was frightened and lost his mind slowly regained his sanity, tightly grasping the arm of Secretary Zhao, a living person, as if he was holding on to the last straw, making it impossible for Secretary Zhao to dial the emergency number smoothly.

He let out a breath slowly: "I'm fine... I don't need to move out, well, the contract continues." As if he had made up his mind, he said cautiously: "I will never leave!"

"No, your physical and mental condition..."

"It's okay, I'm just overly frightened...there is a ghost in your manor!" He said as if he was recalling something horrible, his eyes gradually became vacant, he hugged Secretary Zhao's arm tightly, and said with deep pain : "So I have to add more money... 10 is definitely not enough, it needs 100 million!"

Yes, add money.

This is the point.

Looking at the wide eyes of the driver and Secretary Deng, Zhuang Jiu said convincingly: "This is not a live test sleep test, this is my life-saving money, and I am at a loss for 100 million yuan!"

"..."

Secretary Zhao looked at him for a moment and said, "Mr. Zhuang, it seems that you have lost your mind due to fright. I will send you to the hospital right away."

what?

When Zhuang Jiuxi heard this, his heart tightened, it was broken, and he was discovered by acting too much!

Really, his asking price of 100 million is purely a wild asking price, they can also sit on the ground and bargain, right, why do they have to be so decisive and send people to the hospital!

He was so scared that he jumped up quickly.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!"

Zhuang Jiuxi was alive and kicking in an instant. In order to convince the other party, he took out a wet wipe from his pocket to wipe off the pale foundation and dark circles on his face, with a sincere face: "Look, am I much better now?"

Secretary Zhao watched his pale face disappear without a trace, and suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched: "..."

cough.

Anyway, as long as he is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

Zhuang Jiuxi has a thick skin, and at this time he can continue to talk as if nothing had happened: "This is Secretary Zhao, you may not know that I really need money. It doesn't matter if the 100 million can't be negotiated, it's just... Can you leave me the reward money for the live broadcast?"

Failed to sit on the ground and raise the price, so we can only start Plan B to squeeze the wool!

"...All we want is to sell this house, and I can give you all the rewards," Secretary Zhao was already shocked by his face-changing technology.

Thinking that he has been with Boss Shen for many years, he has seen a lot, but he has never seen Zhuang Jiuxi, a little weirdo with abnormal brain circuits.

But... he lived here for three days, is there really nothing wrong?

Secretary Zhao asked cautiously: "Are you sure you can stay here, no problem?"

"No problem at all!"

As soon as he heard that a tip could be given to him, Zhuang Jiuxi's pale cheeks turned rosy, and the end of his peach blossom eyes were tinged with excitement, his eyes were shining brightly, and his whole body came alive instantly.

He said impassionedly: "Don't worry, I will live broadcast well, and try to help you sell the haunted house as soon as possible. Now that everything has been negotiated, you should quickly install the camera and tools, and I will start work!"

Secretary Zhao: "..." All right.

In the afternoon of the same day, a new trending topic appeared on the topic of Weibo: #死屋直播#

What the hell?

Do you really want to start live streaming Haunted House?

Netizens who eat melons are messy in the wind, wake up, brother, you are the first scene of a murder case, if you dare to broadcast it, you have to consider whether we dare to watch it, right?

On this day, all major chat software, forums and microblogs are complaining about the same topic. Who came up with the live broadcast of living in a haunted house? Is this operation sick?

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Zhuang Jiuxi adjusted all the equipment here, logged into the background of the live broadcast room, and began to make titles and post positioning.

Taking advantage of the gap in the Internet connection, he swiped his phone leisurely. It can be seen that the topic of "Haunted House Live Streaming" is very popular, not only on Weibo, but also in the artist group and game group he belongs to. Discuss the same topic.

However, they are not optimistic.

Gui He, the former editor of Xingman Station, is still in the group of painters, and complained sharply and mercilessly: "It's nothing more than sensationalism. In the end, it's marketing. It's fashionable to package unsalable ghost houses, follow the trend and conduct live broadcasts, and then Sell ​​it at a high price, but I don’t know if there is such a fool who is willing to buy it.”

"Which haunted house is so generous, and still buys marketing, can it make back its money?"

"Laughing to death must be a haunted house in the wilderness. If you are idle, you are idle. If you sell it, you will definitely earn crazy balls."

Zhuang Jiuxi calmly replied in the group: "It's not the suburbs, it's the city center of Suizhou."

"?"

"???"

"Which building? Xiaozhuang, what do you know?"

Zhuang Jiu analyzed: "The most famous one."

When he uttered these words, the location of the live broadcast room was also determined, and it was exposed to the eyes of all netizens who followed the haunted house in an instant:

——Suizhou, Fushan Rongshen Manor.

"Rongshen Manor??"

The whole group exploded in an instant.

Rongshen Manor is one of the top ten haunted houses in China. It is built in the city center of Suizhou. Not only is the land expensive, but it was valued at one billion more than ten years ago. More importantly...

There once happened a massacre that shocked the whole country. From the owner of the manor to the servants, a total of more than [-] people died in one night, and none of them had a whole body.

Since then, the nearby residents have been evacuated, and anyone who tried to live in it was insane and crazy. Since then, it has been listed as the top ten haunted houses.

Now the live broadcast is going to be this ghost house?

Can someone really live in it?

Someone in the group who knew the inside story couldn't help expressing emotion: "When I open the live broadcast room, I am afraid that what I will see is the dead body of the anchor..."

There are countless people who think this way.

Netizens are as fearful as they are curious about this legendary ancient house. When fear prevails, few people dare to watch the live broadcast with their own eyes.

So there were not many people who flocked into the live broadcast room in the end, and they were generally bold and curious netizens. A few minutes before the start of the live broadcast, everyone was still betting:

"Deduct 1 for the successful start of the broadcast..."

"If you bet on the anchor to start broadcasting, you will be deducted 2..."

"Deduct 3 for betting on the wrong place..."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the broadcast will start on time!

When the camera in the live broadcast room was turned on, the picture became brighter, and with a long string of "222222233333333" on the screen, what caught the eye was not the imagined gloomy or bloody picture, but...

A slender and handsome boy.

"Hi everyone, I'm the anchor Zhuang Jiuxi."

The barrage in the live broadcast room got stuck for a few seconds.

Zhuang Jiuxi didn't seem to notice it, just holding the mobile pole in one hand, standing calmly on the stone road of the manor, and taking all the surrounding garden scenery into the camera of the live broadcast room.

"This is what you are curious about..." He chuckled, and said slowly: "The Rongshen Ancient House is the first among the top ten haunted houses in China."

The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the scenery is beautiful.

The front yard is covered by golden roses, the leisure gazebo is on the left, the rockery and stream are on the right, and when the camera moves upwards, there are high-tech high-rise buildings not far away.

Standing in the center of the city, Shanshui Manor is a fusion of antique flavor and high technology, which is unbelievably beautiful.

And here is Zhuang Jiuxi's temporary residence.

There was no horror as imagined. Instead, the host was attacked by the host's flourishing beauty and mansion scenery at the beginning of the game. For a while, netizens didn't know what to post.

"It's so beautiful. It is indeed a mansion worth a billion dollars more than ten years ago. Let alone a murder case, I would like to live with a ghost!"

"I envy the anchor."

"I envy the anchor +1."

Seeing that the netizens' evaluations improved, Zhuang Jiuxi slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and continued walking into the house holding the selfie stick.

He opened the door and walked in.

At this moment, a sentence suddenly popped up in the barrage:

"It's this porch. I read the news back then. It was here that Mr. Shen died. His body was cut in two, one at the gate and the other in the living room inside."

Netizens who started looking forward to the mansion: "..." Ah, this, this, this...

The corners of Zhuang Jiuxi's mouth twitched, and he walked inside calmly, avoiding the hall and walking to the left, "This is the crystal spiral staircase. Although the whole small building has only three floors, there is an elevator at the back."

Netizen: "That servant's head from the Shen family rolled all the way down the stairs from the second floor, and the last place it stopped was at the anchor's feet."

"..."

Although the stairs were clean and the floor was covered with soft blankets, everyone couldn't help but imagine the scene of the murder.

For a moment, everyone felt furious.

"A mansion is a mansion...but when I think of someone dying, I'm scared."

"Fear +1."

"Anchor, don't stay here, your life is at stake..."

Zhuang Jiuxi looked at the netizens who were persuading him to go, and replied calmly: "It's okay, I'm not afraid, and you don't have to be afraid either."

"No, we are very scared!" Netizens refused.

At this time, the few netizens in the live broadcast room have already withdrawn a small part. If this continues, I am afraid that there will only be two or three kittens left in the end.

The disappointing netizen who described the murder scene in the live broadcast room even uttered triumphantly: "Haha", as if he was very satisfied with the results of the intimidation.

On the first day of the live broadcast, Waterloo will be encountered, but how can we sell the house?

This is a serious question.

Zhuang Jiu analyzed for a moment, and chose to put the selfie stick aside.

Just when everyone thought that the host would also be discouraged and choose to give up, a burst of sonorous and powerful music suddenly came from the live broadcast room.

"Smoke rises—the country looks north—the dragon flag curls the horse and hisses, the sword is as frosty as frost!"

Netizen: "????"

"????????????"

The impassioned "Serving the Country with Allegiance" sounded, and the blood of those who listened was boiling.

Zhuang Jiuxi calmly changed the title of the live broadcast room to: Reject feudal superstition.

He walked forward while playing background music, and he didn't forget to ask netizens, not only was it an illusion, but even his voice began to become righteous: "Are you still afraid now?"

"..." A netizen replied with difficulty: "Don't be afraid, listening to this song, I have the urge to fight hand-to-hand with evil spirits in front of me..."

It's coquettish, the anchor's operation is the most coquettish!