When AI intelligent people meet fierce gods

In the dark late-night corridor, a pair of red high-heeled shoes suddenly appeared behind him, which was unavoidably intrusive.

Wang Siyun was also dazed for a moment, before he smiled and said, "So the gallery owner's method of cheating is not limited to the tape recorder?"

In order to be a hero in front of the fans, he took the initiative to walk over, picked up the pair of high heels with his fingers, and dangled them in mid-air.

"It looks a little scarier than crying!" He brought the pair of high heels to the camera and said with a smile.

In the live broadcast room, his fans were also laughing together.

[The gallery owner tried his best to bluff people, but he didn't expect to meet my Xiaoyun, and he would be spotted right away! 】

【you do not say!Our Xiaoyun is the smartest. 】

【Ha ha!I have an idea, if we put this pair of high heels secretly behind that white fur, will it scare him to the point of peeing his pants? 】

[The barrage in front of you, how good or bad are you!Hee hee, I like it!Xiaoyun, let's scare him. I also want to see Bai Mao's embarrassment in front of the camera. 】

【Yes!I saw that white-haired monster and his fans have been unhappy for a long time, and it happened to be angry...]

Seeing the malicious barrage in the live broadcast room, Wang Siyun thought about it carefully, and finally had to regretfully refuse: "Forget it! After all, I'm just a newcomer. I, the senior, should still love the junior and save him some face." .”

In fact, it was because he couldn't afford to waste any more time.

After all, he exposed the fraud of the gallery during the live broadcast, which is almost equivalent to breaking his job. If the gallery owner also watched the live broadcast, he would probably come to him immediately to desperately.

The most urgent thing now is to get out of here as soon as possible.

He had no choice but to give up his plan to embarrass the newcomer, put down his high heels regretfully, and walked towards the exit of the gallery.

In the live broadcast room, the fans naturally praised him again because of his behavior.

[Xiaoyun is too kind, he doesn't want others to make a fool of himself, so he can only be bullied by others every day, I feel so distressed ah~~]

[White-haired monster and his fans see, my Xiaoyun is so kind, he doesn't want to mess with you!If you dare to fight against Xiaoyun, be careful that we Yunfans are impolite! 】

[Xiao Yun is so kind... Wait, why is that voice coming again? 】

"Clap, clap, clap..."

The sound of high heels sounded again.

Wang Siyun turned his head for the second time, but was surprised to find that the red high-heeled shoes he threw into the corner just now were standing behind him again.

Wang Siyun was a little hesitant, but because the fans were watching, he walked over pretending to be calm, and groped the high heels inside and out.

"The counterfeit props are quite realistic. There are no mechanisms in these shoes, and there are no silk threads hanging on them. How did the gallery owner make the shoes move..."

He muttered in a low voice, the more he muttered, the more nervous he became, and finally he simply threw the high heels away, and then left silently.

Anyway, he's sure to win this challenge, it's better to leave this ghost place as soon as possible!

Wang Siyun comforted himself in his heart, ignoring the suspicious bullet screens in the live broadcast room, he just walked forward with his head buried.

But that lingering voice always followed behind him.

"Click, click, click!"

The footsteps of high heels became more and more urgent, getting closer and closer to him.

He walked forward in a panic while looking back cautiously.

I saw the pair of blood-red high-heeled shoes following him lightly without any external force.

It seemed that there was an invisible thing wearing those shoes and gradually approaching him.

Wang Siyun's heart was beating violently, he didn't dare to look back anymore, he turned his head and ran wildly, almost panicked.

This gallery covers a large area, is beautifully decorated, has many branched aisles, and the complicated and large and small picture frames make it easy for people to get lost.

Wang Siyun, on the other hand, was terrified and inadvertently walked into a fork in the road, unable to find the location of the exit.

He wanted to ask the security guard who was watching the night for directions, but the high heels following him got closer and closer.

"pat, pat..."

"Go away!" Wang Siyun was frightened and annoyed, roared at the high heels, kicked them away in panic, and rushed out without thinking.

The fans in the live broadcast room could only hear his panting voice, the shaking picture while running wildly, and a face that occasionally appeared in the camera.

This sweaty face is full of panic, which is completely different from the relaxed and happy just now.

[How come... what happened to Xiaoyun, he was fine just now? 】

[The supernatural event in the gallery, isn't the boss making a fake?Why is Xiaoyun so scared all of a sudden? 】

[The newcomer has a weak question... Is the anchor overturned? 】

[Heizi go!You overturned the car after steaming, my Xiaoyun will never...]

At this moment, Wang Siyun, who was running wildly, suddenly staggered and fell to the ground, the live camera in his hand rolled aside.

But fortunately, the exit of the gallery is not far ahead.

Wang Siyun was so happy that he almost cried, he didn't care about picking up the camera, he scrambled to the exit, and stretched out his hand to push the falling rolling gate.

The rolling gate remained motionless, being locked from the outside.

"Didn't the boss say that we can leave at any time, why is the door locked?" He muttered in disbelief, kicking the gate unwillingly.

"Clap, clap!"

The sound of high heels, like a reminder, sounded from behind him again.

Wang Siyun's body froze, he didn't dare to look back, but shivered in front of the door, but suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain in his ankle.

"what--"

He screamed, fell down again, and cried out in pain.

A high-heeled shoe was stuck on his fragile ankle. The tall and slender heel was like a steel blade piercing through his flesh and bones.

Another high-heeled shoe came over, like an angry lady, came to Wang Siyun, lifted the shoe gracefully, aimed at his right palm, and stepped on it hard.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The sharp heel pierced through the palm of the hand in an instant, pinning Wang Siyun to the ground, causing him to howl sharply in pain, trying to roll all over the ground but unable to move.

Under the intense pain, a foul-smelling yellow liquid gushed out together with blood, which wet Wang Siyun's crotch pants.

The live camera was not far away, and all the fans and viewers in the live broadcast room could see the scene in front of them clearly.

Wang Siyun is peeing his pants!

The live broadcast room was quiet, everyone was stunned by the bloody and funny scene in front of them, even the most die-hard fans were speechless, and couldn't speak harder.

At this time, the high-heeled shoe that penetrated the ankle slowly pulled out the heel from the depth of the wound, sticking to the muddy blood and minced meat, "pata, pata" came to Wang Siyun again.

This time it aimed at Wang Siyun's fragile throat and raised it high again.

"No, no... Please, please, don't!" Wang Siyun cried bitterly and begged for mercy. His usually pretty face was filled with snot and tears, and his facial features were distorted from crying.

But the sharp heel still fell mercilessly. He watched with dull eyes, and finally he could only close his eyes in despair.

But the expected excruciating pain came later.

Wang Siyun opened his eyes tremblingly, but saw a tall figure standing in front of him, raised his left hand to block the red high-heeled shoes.

As if he had found a savior in an instant, the desire to survive was rekindled in his eyes, and he didn't care who the person in front of him was. He just rushed to the feet of the person who was approaching him, grabbed the other person's trousers with his uninjured hand, and cried, "Help!"

The fans in the live broadcast room saw all the ugliness of their own anchor, and their mentality exploded at this moment!

【impossible!My Xiaoyun can't be like this... This is not Xiaoyun! 】

[Xiaoyun, you...why? 】

[It's too ugly, I'm off the fan, goodbye! 】

【Ha ha!I spoke so boldly just now, but looking at it now, the clown is actually myself! 】

[Wang Siyun's fans still want to see others make a fool of themselves, their hearts are really more vicious than the other!Now the one who urinates his pants live is his own idol, how does it feel to have a collapsed house?Do you enjoy watching? 】

[I used to scold the new host for being so fierce, but now I have to rely on others for help. Are you ashamed? 】

The barrage of ridicule from passers-by and the barrage of fans' collapse are mixed together, making it even more lively than before!

Only this time, no one will wash the ground for Wang Siyun.

But Wang Siyun didn't know that his fans were almost lost. At this time, the desire to survive was overwhelming, and he desperately clutched at the hem of his trousers.

Yi Qi lowered his head, looked at the bloody wounds on the opponent's palm and ankle, and couldn't help frowning: "Is the deceased this time so aggressive towards humans?"

But Wang Siyun was not her enemy, why did the deceased strike so hard?

On the other side, after the two high-heeled shoes were blocked, they were raised high again, jumping forward one after the other, trying to attack Yi Qi.

"The target is irrational, unable to communicate, has the intention to attack all humans, and causes indiscriminate fatal damage."

Yi Qi calmly analyzed that the ruby ​​ring on the ring finger of his left hand was slightly deflected, refracting red light.

The light refracted from the cut surface of the gemstone actually condensed into a trace of red laser light in the air, like a red line, cutting off the disordered magnetic field around the high heels.

One after another, one layer after another, countless condensed lasers, like a cage, trapped the two red high-heeled shoes in place.

The violent magnetic field around it was cut off, like a fish out of water, it could no longer get agitated, it could only keep spinning around in place, trying to escape the cage of the integrated laser.

In Yiqi's live broadcast room, the barrage was full of questions.

[Anchor, isn't the supernatural event being faked by the gallery owner?What about the pair of high heels? 】

[The anchor said just now, three points are true and seven points are false!Obviously, this pair of shoes ghost is the three-point truth. 】

【Huh~~ The shoe ghost is so fierce, I don't like it, so just burn it! 】

[Are you stupid in the previous barrage, how can you find the truth after burning it? 】

Yi Qi tentatively approached the trapped red high-heeled shoes, calling out, "Meng Jiaojiao."

Meng Jiaojiao was the name of the deceased, and she was also the first buyer of the portrait "Weeping Woman".

But when the red high heels heard the name, they didn't react at all, and they were still spinning around anxiously.

"I don't care about my own name, I just attack blindly, and my intelligence is relatively low..." Yi Qi pondered, "This kind of reaction is more like being hit by the "Demon Charm"!"

Before going to the Taoist Association, Qing Yunzi gave him many Taoist classics.

Among these classics, one of them recorded a certain kind of miscellaneous spells, called "The Curse of Demons".

This kind of spell does not go the right way, and is often used by some heretical gods and witches in the countryside. It is an evil spell that can confuse and drive the dead.

"The Curse of Ghosts" is like a virus, the cursed ghost is like a virus-infected computer, the firewall is eroded by the virus, and it starts to attack all software indiscriminately.

Now that the source is found, things will be easy to handle.

He was just about to get close to the red high heels again, but unexpectedly a voice suddenly shouted: "Mr. Yi, I advise you not to get close!"

Yi Qi stopped, squinted his eyes, and looked towards the dark corner of the gallery.

A chunky and round figure slowly walked out of the darkness, holding a gun in his hand, aiming the muzzle at the two menacingly.

It is the owner of the gallery, Boss Qian!

The fat on Boss Qian's face was trembling, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead. His triangular eyes gleamed fiercely, and his voice trembled a little: "Don't try to call the police, and don't expect a live broadcast."

"As early as 10 minutes ago, I had already turned on the jammer to block all the surrounding signals! You can't contact the outside world, and people outside will never find out the truth here."

It was probably the first time he threatened someone with a gun, and the muzzle of the gun aimed at the two of them was also trembling: "As for the two of you... as long as you cooperate, we can still talk."

"After all, you risked the live broadcast, didn't you just seek fame and money? I have plenty of money!"

Faced with Boss Qian's threat, the audience in Yiqi's live broadcast room were a little confused.

[Fuck!Turning around, a shocking conspiracy emerges! 】

[Oh my god, there is an unexpected harvest! 】

[Wait, didn't the boss say that the signal has been blocked?Why can we still watch the live broadcast? 】

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Yiqi: "I want to block my signal, hehe~~o(*￣︶￣*)o!"

Audience: "Ho! Exciting!" (popcorn in hand)

ps: The "Curse of Ghosts" in this chapter was edited by the author. I don't know if there is such a spell in reality, just have fun watching it!