Small saccharin

Gang Jing in the live broadcast room was still trying to keep the rhythm, pointing out which corpse was placed in which position at that time to intimidate netizens.

But the power of inspirational songs is too powerful. With such a background melody, everyone can't help but follow with enthusiasm. Many netizens complained that not only are they not afraid, but they really want to know the end of the criminal.

Under the guidance of "Serve the country with loyalty", everyone is also very righteous.

Seeing that Gang Jing still didn't give up, Zhuang Jiuxi laughed immediately. While wandering around the manor with his pole in hand, he slowly persuaded the other party:

"Now is the time for everyone to be impassioned. It is really useless for you to describe the scene of the murder. If you are really unconvinced, you might as well hang yourself in the live broadcast room. It may be more likely to cause panic among the public."

There was a "hahahahaha" on the barrage, and the atmosphere was quite friendly.

Gang Jing was furious, and put down his cruel words: "Do you think it's useful to broadcast a song to be smart? The people who watch the live broadcast are poor people. If your house can be sold, I will also broadcast live! Live broadcast eats shit!"

"What?" Zhuang Jiuxi looked surprised, and said contemptuously: "You are too shameless, you are not enough to eat and drink, and you still want to get hot?"

Bar fine:? ? ?Who the hell is taking advantage of this enthusiasm for eating shit!This dog is more poisonous than talking live!

He was about to start cursing, when a dialog box popped up on the phone screen: You have been banned by the anchor Zhuang Jiuxi.

"..." Gan!

Gang Jing quit the live broadcast room with hatred.

"Hahaha, it's so cool!"

"I think the anchor's words are a bit too much. Yue Shi has a civilized treaty. Don't argue, you are right."

After he was done, the attitude in the live broadcast room also began to polarize, with some laughing and expressing their happiness, while others sent moral condemnation.

But to no avail.

They found that no matter how much they condemned, the anchor was still full of indifference and indifference, without even raising his eyelids.

Don't care about you at all.

Yes, Zhuang Jiuxi doesn't care at all.

He just glanced backstage and was very satisfied.Yes, after Gang Jing was kicked out, the traffic in the live broadcast room stabilized.

There are not many people, only a hundred or so, but it is already a good start, after all, this is a live broadcast of a haunted house.

Of course, Zhuang Jiuxi didn't really intend to sell the house to netizens. How can he dispel everyone's fear by pretending to be the top ten haunted houses in China?

The boss behind Secretary Zhao probably just wants to use the live broadcast to create momentum, he just needs to do his job well.

At this moment, the screen suddenly lit up red, and then the hot pot pattern occupied the entire live broadcast room. The steaming white mist gradually dissipated, and the red oil and white soup in Jiugongge were bubbling. Seductive to the extreme.

System: [Netizen "Want to Kill Yuangou" invites the host to eat hot pot x1, PS: I'm very relieved, cheer up the host, don't pay attention to those whores who are on the run from Notre Dame de Paris. 】

It's a reward!

And he is a righteous netizen who speaks up for Zhuang Jiuxi!

Yueshi live broadcast is also dubbed a dry meal platform by netizens, because the names of the live broadcast rewards are all named after food, such as one yuan toffee, ten yuan ice cream, one hundred yuan hot pot, one thousand yuan seafood feast, ten thousand yuan Buddha jumping over the wall and one hundred thousand level rewards state banquet.

On the first day of Zhuang Jiuxi's live broadcast, he received a reward of [-] yuan from the benefactor's father!

I saw the anchor Zhuang, who was expressionless just now, immediately smiled at the camera. It was clearly a business smile, but it was made by him, but it was extraordinarily sincere. The touching peach blossom eyes were full of affection, and the tone was gentle and kind:

"Thank you netizen "Want to kill the original dog" for the hot pot reward, the hot pot is delicious, love~"

Netizens in the live broadcast room were shocked by his changing attitude like the wind: "Good guy, good guy, I was just going to note him as a venomous anchor with a weird tongue, and he became like this?"

"Hahahahaha haha ​​and vomited with a smile, raised the bumper yin and yang weird, facing the reward with affection"

Yes, Zhuang Jiuxi's naturally affectionate eyes are never used to flirt with girls. Under normal circumstances, they are only triggered automatically when they see money.

As long as the money is in place, the original dog that the patron's father wants to kill can also be let him do it!

After the small episode, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room was much better.

Zhuang Jiuxi led everyone around the garden and the first floor, and he didn't rush to visit the whole manor at one go. After all, he still had three months to take his time.

He casually put the selfie stick on the coffee table in the living room, then found out his small wooden board and tools, and slowly polished it.

Soon a rectangular prototype was polished.

"What is the anchor doing? You can also carpentry?" Netizens asked curiously.

Zhuang Jiuxi occasionally looked up to read the message, then continued to polish with his head down, and replied casually: "No, it's the first time I get started, and I want to make a sign for my friends."

"What kind of brand can't be bought on Taobao, and you have to do it yourself?"

Zhuang Jiuxi is confident: "Taobao's brand requires money, but it doesn't cost money to make it yourself!"

"..."

"This anchor is also stingy."

He polished the wood for a while, and took the netizens to admire the bar and garden of the mansion, and waited until nightfall before downloading the broadcast.

Perhaps it was because this mode of flaunting wealth in a mansion was relatively new. Although there was not much follow-up traffic, the netizens who came in at the beginning slowly stayed, and did not leave the live broadcast room until he downloaded the broadcast.

Good stickiness.

And with the continuous rewards, the backstage income tonight is a full 350 yuan!

What is this concept?

350 yuan can buy ten boxes of instant noodles or 16 boxes of Coke!

"No, no, I can't buy instant noodles because I have food and drink." Zhuang Jiuxi sat on the carpet in the living room with his wooden plank in his arms, counting with his fingers: "It's too inconvenient to draw on a notebook. The second-hand iPad with pen I saw last time was only 2000 yuan, and now it’s still 1650 yuan short! It’s coming soon!”

The monthly salary of [-] that Secretary Zhao promised is far away after all, but every tip earned in his hands is in front of him, it's real.

Zhuang Jiuxi looked at the amount in the backstage, and his eyes were burning with fire, which was the hope for the future.

He's full of energy now.

late at night.

The wooden board in Zhuang Jiuxi's hand, which was so curious by netizens, has been polished to a decent shape. The top is a rectangle and the bottom is a stable base. Now it is only the last step...

He needs a brush for inscriptions.

"Brush..."

He rummaged through the study room on the first floor, and there was a top brand gold-encrusted fountain pen in the pen container, but he just took a look and put it back. It was useless, what he wanted was a brush.

There are no brushes in the study.

"Go upstairs and have a look, there should be a study upstairs."

Zhuang Jiuxi muttered, and walked up the spiral staircase. This was the first time he went up. The layout of the second floor was very simple. There were four large bedrooms with their own cloakrooms, bathrooms and balconies, but none of them were study rooms. .

There is no one on the second floor, but there should be one on the third floor. It is impossible for so many people in the Shen family to share a study.

He stepped on the spiral stairs and continued to run up.

"There is only one room on such a large third floor?"

Zhuang Jiuxi stood in the corridor on the third floor and looked towards the end. Under the dim light, the door was covered with complicated patterns, and the copper handle was still brand new, which looked extremely mysterious.

He stepped forward and pulled the handle, and the light behind the door was naturally turned on. Under the high ceiling, there were rows of bookshelves in the wide space.

Countless book subjects filled the entire space.

...it turned out to be a home library!

"As expected of a manor."

Zhuang Jiuxi stepped on the wooden floor and made a slight echo. He walked in slowly, walked around the library, and soon saw his target from the desk not far away.

He walked over and picked it up.

At this moment, the antique clock in the living room made a sound of "dong dong dong". The sound was as solemn and majestic as ever, and it spread throughout the entire manor in an instant.

I don't know if the sound was too loud. The moment it reached the eardrum, Zhuang Jiuxi's brain suddenly became dizzy.

He propped his hands on the desk to avoid falling, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a landscape painting on the desk at some point. The raindrops on the scroll were covered by sprayed blood, and a pungent smell of blood rushed to his face. Come.

Immediately following the sound of thump, thud, a child's head appeared on the ground.

The boy stared at him with wide eyes, but there was a strange smile on his lips.

"what--!"

Zhuang Jiuxi took two steps back instinctively, his nerves were stimulated and his scalp was numb, he panted heavily, and when he took a closer look, he found that the ground was empty and there was nothing there.

Danger……

The boy turned around decisively and ran out of the library, but with every step he took, the ethereal sound echoed clearly in the space.

The black mist spread silently under his feet.

Zhuang Jiuxi only felt a pain in his ankle, and then he fell to the ground, his wrist was scratched, and there was a burst of burning pain.

The black mist flexibly spread upwards along the boy's slender and thin ankles, devouring his skin greedily.

It was a ghost image one by one.

"Calm down... Brother ghosts, don't rush to eat me, we can discuss it!"

At the time of danger, Zhuang Jiuxi was still trying to convince the other party: "Look, I'm the only one in this manor, you guys can't eat me enough to fill your teeth, why don't you let me offer incense to you!"

and got no response.

Zhuang Jiuxi was anxious and angry, and shouted angrily: "Do you know how to do business? You will have a steady stream of incense when I am alive, and you can only have a full meal when I am dead. Can't you understand human language! "

"You think the incense is not delicious, we can still talk about other people's food, do we have to do this hammer business!"

The ghost images were inaudible, and the black mist continued to spread.

Zhuang Jiuxi lay on the ground, desperate.

These ghosts are all without intelligence, and they can't understand what he is saying at all.

Woooooo... If I had known this earlier, he should have drank two more bottles of Coke before he came up just now. Thanks for being dead now!

When he was dying, Zhuang Jiuxi was aggrieved thinking about the food he hadn't finished, and closed his eyes with tears.

"Boom..."

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a sudden sound of echoing footsteps.

Zhuang Jiuxi waited for a long time without feeling any pain. He opened his eyes in astonishment, only to see a tall and thin black figure walking towards him.

In the black mist, the memory of those mysterious purple pupils is still fresh.

It's... the ghost I saw the first night.

Li Gui approached, staring blankly at the young man surrounded by black mist, he stretched out his hand, and grasped it with slender fingers like white bones.

Zhuang Jiuxi shrank nervously.

But he saw that the white bone easily grabbed the ghost on his body, and the black mist burned the ghost's fingers, and it was easily torn apart in the next second.

squeak--!

Those soulless ghosts uttered screams of death.

Li Gui slowly tore up the ghost image, and stuffed it into his mouth piece by piece. He chewed very slowly, like eating every day, even elegantly.

Until all the black mist was swallowed up.

He stretched out his hand towards the boy on the ground.

Zhuang Jiuxi immediately came back to his senses, and grabbed Li Gui's finger, tears streaming down his face, and his voice was full of emotion: "Brother Gui! Brother Gui, I have paid protection fees, you can eat them, you can't eat me! !"

In order to survive, he racked his brains to persuade the other party: "Brother! If you are still hungry, tell me what else you can eat except ghosts, and I will find them for you. I promise to deliver tributes on time every day. What do you like to eat?" I will do whatever!"

Li Gui lowered his eyes, looked down at the tearful, pitiful young man, and then slowly withdrew his hand.

Zhuang Jiuxi shook his body in cooperation, looked at his pale and gloomy expressionless face with trepidation, and tentatively called out: "Brother Ghost? Brother Ligui?"

In the next second, Li Gui picked up the collar on the boy's back.

Sudden suspension.

Zhuang Jiuxi looked confused.

"Da da da……"

By the time he reacted, he had already been roughly taken out of the library by the other party and thrown on the spiral staircase.

Li Gui's hoarse and sinister voice sounded in his ears, with a hint of warning: "Human cubs, remember the lesson, don't try to break into the dangerous area again."

The tall and thin ghost disappeared without a trace.

Zhuang Jiuxi raised his head in a daze, looked at the end of the corridor, the door of the library was slowly closing, and realized belatedly that he seemed to have survived.

Inside the library

The boy picked up the head on the ground and put it on his neck. He stretched his muscles and looked at the ghost not far away with a smile, "Is that your food reserve?"

"However, your persuasion should be in vain."

Through the closed door, he looked at Zhuang Jiuxi at the top of the stairs with ease, the malicious smile on his lips slowly widened, and he said firmly: "With human curiosity, it won't be long before he runs up again. As long as you're not here, I'll be able to eat him sooner or later!"

At this moment, the boy at the stairwell seemed to finally come to his senses. He jumped up and took two steps closer to the corridor.

Guitong laughed, "Look, he's here again."

The next second, Zhuang Jiuxi stood where he was and shouted towards the library: "Brother Ligui, Secretary Zhao only told me that I can't go to the basement and backyard, he didn't tell me that I can't come to the third floor!"

The boy took out his cell phone from his pocket, opened the notepad, and asked solemnly and solemnly, "Apart from these three places, where else can you not go? Brother, tell me all at once, and don't let me step on the thunder again! "

He seemed to be quite life-saving and cautious.

The ghost boy's smile froze, and he was caught off guard and staggered and fell out. He was burned by the invisible flame in an instant, and ran back to the library staggeringly.

He didn't care about his wound, but stared at Zhuang Jiuxi outside, puzzled:

"...No, that's not how it is shown in horror movies! Didn't it mean that human beings just like to die, and they will run wherever there is danger?"

Why is this human being so afraid of death!

The Li Gui in the corner let out a little chirp, and then disappeared.