The Heartthrob Becomes An NPC In the Supernatural Live Broadcast

[Ah, ah, senior is teasing me! ! ! 】

[Referee, report him for a foul! !He seduces me! ! ! 】

[God, how can you show such a foul expression with this face? ? ? 】

[I'm bent, it's true. 】

……

Gu Jingshuang looked down at him.

There were some slight changes in his expression.

He has probably heard similar words countless times.

But never once, like this—

When a small pebble is thrown into the deep sea, no one has ever seen ripples in the deep sea, thinking that it is eternally cold and silent.

Gu Jingshuang's eyes and brows, thick black eyelashes, and pale cheeks, with a slight movement, blurred like ink.

"A lot of people have said the same thing."

Su Nanzhi bent down and flipped through the painting repeatedly, trying to find some clues.

"is it?"

The silent corridor was very quiet, and Gu Jingshuang's camera made a "sizzling" sound of "God is watching you".

Su Nanzhi's alarm bell rang loudly. He was so busy running just now that he forgot the function of the camera.

If Gu Jingshuang saw the developed photos, wouldn't his identity be preserved?

Photo developing makes a soft sound.

Su Nanzhi's voice trembled a little: "Can I see the developed photos?"

He made a decision in his heart, as long as he got the photo, he would pretend to fall, then hide the photo, and then tell Gu Jingshuang that the photo was lost!

The thought was good, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

The simple pupils can't hide things, and they can read it with a full face.

Gu Jingshuang took off the camera, pressed the button to turn it off, and put it away.

"Fake. Just an ordinary camera."

"Eh????" Su Nanzhi exclaimed.

Then I heard the system broadcast: "The host assists the player to scare the evil spirits, and the atmosphere of horror has once again increased! Host, please allow me to kneel down and call you a male god!"

Su Nanzhi: "...Okay, okay~"

outside the game.

【Fake? ? ? 】

[Gu Shen actually used a fake product to scam Painted Skin Ghost! ! 】

[God Gu, yyds! ! ! 】

[Don't say it's a ghost, I believe it! ! 】

[Then it's Gu Shen after all, even if I tell you that it's immortal energy, I'm afraid no one will doubt it. 】

[The minister seconded. 】

……

Su Nanzhi heaved a sigh of relief.

On the one hand, keeping his identity allows him to relax temporarily, on the other hand, he also feels that Gu Jingshuang is unparalleled in intelligence.

"Sure enough, there is a reassuring power in you."

Gu Jingshuang: "..."

Ah.

·

Under the dim light, Su Nanzhi noticed that dried blood was scattered on some paintings.

It was a picture of Sleeping Beauty.

The young master in the picture is wearing pure white pajamas, with layers and layers of ruffles rippling like water.

The fingers resting lightly on the side of the bed are light white and slender, and the delicate picture even paints the cherry color on the nails.

The painting is of 12-year-old Su Nanzhi.

But still no face.

This painting has more mixed bloodstains than others.

Just as Su Nanzhi approached, she wanted to see clearly.

Suddenly, a face appeared from "Sleeping Beauty".

Before Su Nanzhi could see clearly, "Sleeping Beauty" suddenly opened his eyes, staring at him with dark eyes, and the hand hanging down in the picture grabbed him violently.

Su Nanzhi didn't have time to scream, she was pulled into the painting.

"Bang!"

The heavy picture frame fell to the ground and let out a muffled groan.

Gu Jingshuang pursed her lips and heard a voice from the wall behind her: "Senior Nan Zhi...my senior..."

Painted Skin Ghost chased after him.

Gu Jingshuang was not afraid at all, he said coldly: "Get out, don't make me say it a second time."

Painted Skin Ghost didn't seem to recognize the other party clearly, and when he saw the aura around Gu Jingshuang, he quickly backed away with lightning speed.

Hastily!

Why is this lord here?

very scary!very scary! !

Painted Skin Ghost rolled and crawled back to the wall, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

……

【This is God! 】

[In the sky and the world, only gods are the only ones! 】

[You can scare away evil spirits with just one look, do you think it's tricky or not? 】

【Forget about God, Senior Nan Zhi is gone! 】

·

"Hee hee hee, welcome...why is it you again?"

Before Su Nanzhi could see the other party clearly, she felt a ribbon wrapped around her eyes.

The opponent's movements were not heavy, but his whole body was wet and smelly.

Su Nan Zhixi: "Is it the brother in the studio?"

The ghost in the painting was stunned for a moment, then tied the opponent's eyes, and then said: "...don't move."

Su Nanzhi: "Do you want me to be a model?"

Ghost in the painting: "Yes."

Su Nanzhi: "Why do you cover my eyes?"

The ghost in the painting sighed: "Because I can't see it."

So inspirational!

Su Nanzhi was greatly moved, her eyes were not pitch black, but gray and white, and she could faintly see the thin shadow in front of her.

Blind artist, disabled and strong.

You should wear big red flowers on your chest!

But... how to draw if you can't see?

Su Nanzhi asked: "Then do you know what I look like?"

Ghost in the painting: "I don't know."

Su Nanzhi took the initiative to grab his hand and put it on her face: "Touch me."

The ghost in the painting is stunned, the warmth conveyed by the palm is strange yet familiar.

The beating pulse is wrapped in hot blood.

A simple and lovely person gradually emerged in his heart with a voice and a smile.

The cold fingertips lightly touched his contours, from top to bottom, touching the tender and soft lips.

Karst-like heat boiled from the fingertips.

The ghost in the painting walked to the drawing board and asked, "What color are your lips?"

"It's the color of cherry blossoms." Sunanzhi said smugly.

"Crack!" The ghost in the painting dropped the paintbrush heavily, his face was strangely pale: "My world is only black and white!"

Sure enough, he was still mocking himself!

He will never see the cherry blossoms again!

He is blind.

His mentality had long been distorted, and he made a gesture to break Su Nanzhi's neck.

Then he heard Su Nanzhi say, "Where are your eyes?"

"...was dug up." The ghost in the painting knelt down slowly, looked at him at the same level, fixedly stared at him with empty sockets, and lightly brushed his slender chin with his fingertips.

The fingertips are soft and delicate to the touch, as long as the nails are hard, they can pinch his blood vessels from scratch.

That must be the most beautiful rose color.

The ghost in the painting has a strange and bright smile on his face, and he is about to exert force with his hands.

Suddenly, the person in the hand moved because of tickle.

The dangling little foot stretched out and kicked, and by coincidence, it hit his severed neck.

"Gollum..."

The head rolled out and landed right on the thumbtack.

Ghost in the painting: "..."

What a fucking pain! ! !

System: "My host is amazing, I successfully frightened the boss of the instance! The atmosphere value has increased again!!"

outside the game.

【Killing me! 】

【As expected of you! 】

[I feel sorry for the ghost in the painting for three seconds. 】

……

After a lot of difficulty, the ghost in the painting put his head on, and the blood was still splashing.

Su Nanzhi didn't know it, he stretched out his hand to grab the air, and smiled happily.

But the ghost in the painting is not happy.

He wanted the little thing in front of him to die!

"I think you may need a pair of eyes!" Su Nanzhi said with a smile, and then flashed a pair of eyes.

Ghost in the painting: ...Wait, it doesn't matter if he dies later!

Ten minutes later, a pair of prosthetic eyes fell into the hands of the ghost in the painting.

"In the future, you will be able to see cherry blossoms." Su Nanzhi comforted.

The ghost in the painting puts the prosthetic eye into the eye socket, and a figure slowly appears in the darkness.

He could see the boy in front of him.

What will he be like?

Eye pupils like galaxy diamonds?Dewy rose lips?

The ghost in the painting slowly opened its eyes.

Vaguely gathering again, the boy was as white as a beam of light in the darkness.

The white hair band is lightly attached to the eyes, vaguely outlining the gentle and moving eyebrows, the outline is soft, but it is full of delicacy.

this face...

this face!

It will never disappear from the bottom of my heart! ! !

"It's you! It's you!!" The tense nerves broke in an instant, and Su Nanzhi tilted his head, but he didn't know that Painted Skin Ghost laughed wildly, his eyes were red, and his fingernails gradually grew longer, straight towards Sunan Gardenia throat.

"I'm going to tear your face off!"

Only then did Su Nanzhi realize that something was wrong. He was about to run, but the hair tie in front of him successfully blocked his view. He took two steps and tripped over.

Severe pain swept over him, his face turned pale, and he was about to pass out from the pain.

The scene in front of him gradually distorted and turned white.

In that instant, he saw the future.

The boy in white with a ferocious face cast a curse.

Holding a hatchet, with red eyes like ghosts, he smashed his face over and over again.

At this time, Wang Xingzhi, who came over, was deeply saddened and wept while holding his corpse.

He also said that he would be taken out.

……

Pain hit his whole body, and Su Nanzhi's whole body was as if he had been fished out of the water. He took a deep breath and rolled to the side twice, relying on his keen animal instincts.

Su Nanzhi took off the eye tape and threw it down: "Do you know me?"

"..." The ghost in the painting moved its mouth, but Su Nanzhi didn't hear his voice clearly, and there was a loud "bang" that almost deafened Su Nanzhi's ears.

The cramped darkness was pushed to an end by the projected light.

With the "rumble" of the stone wall falling down, the studio was divided.

Light and shadow duel, the ghost in the painting stands on the other side, and Su Nanzhi stands on the other side.

In the painting, there is a crazy smile on the face of the ghost, and the blood and tears are endless.

He faded into the darkness.

But at this moment, Su Nanzhi saw his figure and appearance clearly.

The 18-year-old boy is immature, and his soft outline is somewhat similar to him.

Before waiting for more information, Su Nanzhi heard a call in her ear.

"Are you okay?"

Su Nanzhi looked over.

In the backlight, Gu Jingshuang stood side by side with Wang Xingzhi.

His black hair flew up, his expression restrained.

Wang Xingzhi is like a hero.

"It is you!"

Gu Jingshuang rolled his eyes, and saw the young man rushing towards him...then hugged Wang Xingzhi who was beside him.

Gu Jingshuang's face collapsed: "..."

Wang Xingzhi was also flustered, as if he was stuck, he was usually eloquent, and had a strange ambiguity with Sunanzhi, but at the moment when the young man flew up, he felt strange.

The boy is very light, stickier than expected, like a piece of brown sugar.

Usually he is quick-witted and lively, but now the corners of his eyes are flushed and wet.

It can be seen that I have cried and been scared to cry.

Will the boss and trumpet cry like this?

Wang Xingzhi thought.

He is also mortal, and he too has fears.

He is also human and has not yet reached the realm of God.

The tips of Wang Xingzhi's ears were a little red, and he put the boy down.

The young man looked at him with bright almond eyes, the ends of his eyes were heavy, and his eyelashes were wet and stuck together, so pitiful.

Wang Xingzhi touched the tip of his lower teeth: "It's me."

"Thank you." The young man's sincerity made Wang Xingzhi flustered and at a loss.

At the beginning of the tit-for-tat confrontation, at this point, Wang Xingzhi became more and more unclear about Su Nanzhi's intentions.

"Ahem..." Gu Jingshuang coughed twice, her face pale.

He had an antique pocket watch in his hand, and the pointer pointed to five o'clock accurately.

"go in."

He didn't look at Su Nanzhi, his drooping eyelashes cast a circle of shadows on his face.The other was stuck in the pocket of the clothes, and the cherry blossom special lollipop was crushed.

Two hours had passed since Painted Skin Ghost appeared.

"It's basically safe now. It's hard for ghosts to move until night." Wang Xingzhi said, the boy was close, and there was a milky and flowery smell on his body.

He put aside the complicated emotions in his mind, put down the heavy hammer in his hand, and said, "Go in and see if there are any clues to clear the level."

Su Nanzhi looked at his suddenly tall back, feeling incredible.

Wang Xingzhi treats him so well, maybe following him, he can really get out alive!

But...why does the grieving ghost in the painting hate him so much?

Even the moment he saw him, he wanted to kill him?