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After the previous live broadcast, Yan Xiaofu was already very familiar with the previous work, but this time she was still a little confused.

In Tomb Raider, she can pretend to be retarded, and in Swordsman, she can pretend to be fleeing, but Lu Xiaofeng...

Yan Xiaofu showed a loveless expression.

The leader is immortal, and the leader is invincible.

So when you see a leader who is being chased and running all over the street, what kind of expression will you have?

The people in the live broadcast room saw the name of the live broadcast room at the same time Yan Xiaofu turned on the live broadcast. The old viewers became excited and typed in the bullet screen: "Fuck! So we can live broadcast Lu Xiaofeng again!"

"Did Rouge run out of money recently, and used the direct waste of the original live broadcast scene?"

"Since Lu Xiaofeng can broadcast live twice, then I can still meet my little brother! Right! Right!"

I don't know about these things, if you want to ask, you should ask the system master.

Yan Xiaofu observed the surrounding scene, just like the first live broadcast, this time, she landed in a forest.

The surrounding scenery was inexplicably depressed, as if no one had been here for a long time.

Last time, when she was in the third plane of the sword, Yan Xiaofu stayed in the south, so even in the freezing season, she could still see green grass, red flowers and other plants.

But this time, it was clear that she had come to a place that was biased towards the north.Because there is still unmelted snow on the ground, the branches are still bare.

This time, although Yan Xiaofu did not have the right to protect newbies like last time, she was not too nervous.First, she finished her breakfast while chatting nonsense with the audience, then slowly got up, and silently recited a sentence in her heart.

In an instant, a translucent small map appeared in front of Yan Xiaofu. The operation interface of the small map was similar to that of Jiansanli.It is very easy to learn, Yan Xiaofu learned it after only a few times.

The map showed that her location was in Luoyang at this time, Yan Xiaofu was stunned for a moment, because she remembered that when she left for the first time, she was in Luoyang.

Yan Xiaofu raised her head again to look at the scenery around her.

Fuck, I said why do I feel that this place is inexplicably familiar.

Yan Xiaofu walked around carefully, and suddenly realized that this was the last place she left during the last live broadcast.

No, by the way, I remember that there was a row of houses here last time, where are those houses now, and why are there only these trees left.

Yan Xiaofu walked around here in a daze.

There are various indications that this is indeed the place where she left last time. Yan Xiaofu left at night, and most of the shooting scenes were fighting scenes. Coupled with the difference in seasons, the audience may not be able to tell. This is really where it was last time.

But the audience can't see it, Yan Xiaofu can still see it, it's just that now the place looks a little more bleak, and there are more withered and yellow weeds on the ground.

Yan Xiaofu was suddenly a little unsure of the time now.

After such a long live broadcast, Yan Xiaofu came to a conclusion - that is, during the live broadcast, the seasons of the live broadcast plane look the same as the real world.

For example, if the current world is February, then the live broadcast plane must also be February, and there will be no seasonal contrast.

It has only been nearly four months since Yan Xiaofu left Lu Xiaofeng's plane last time, but judging from the current situation, it doesn't look like this situation can be caused in just four months.

Perhaps in modern times, it can be done with the help of mechanical power, but in ancient times, Yan Xiaofu really couldn't imagine that in just three months, the place where people used to live would turn into a barren forest.

Yan Xiaofu circled around from behind and came to a high ground, and was instantly stunned by the sight in front of her.

What the hell, a small temple? !

Yan Xiaofu walked over without stopping. Seeing the temple in this kind of place always gave her a strange feeling, like the beginning of a horror movie.

She took out her jumper again, and then walked over carefully wearing it. When she stepped on the high ground, she suddenly realized where it was.

... Isn't this Tama the place where I played the beheading ceremony with the monk last time?

Why is there a temple!What the hell is this temple?What happened during my absence?

Yan Xiaofu picked up an unburned incense stick on the ground, everything here is very new, although there is snow everywhere, but the place near the small temple has no snow at all.

There is a particularly conspicuous thing in front of the small temple, which is a tree covered with cloth strips.

Half tree red cloth strips, half tree black cloth strips.

Some of those cloth strips are very old, but some are still very new. When the wind blows, Kazuki's cloth strips are fluttering in the wind, just like the flying Buddhist flags in front of Tibetan temples.

Yan Xiaofu remembered this tree, but the last time she came here, it was still clean and there was nothing on it.

MD looks a bit weird, what kind of temple is this Takuma?

Yan Xiaofu carefully raised her head to take a look at the offerings on the small temple, and then narrowed her eyes.

What the hell...why do you enshrine a bench...

You really know how to play.

Yan Xiaofu shook her head, but suddenly heard the sound of branches shaking, she opened the small map, and sure enough, there were some small green dots slowly moving towards here.

She quickly walked out of the small temple, and then hid in a place where the visitors could not see. By the way, she moved the camera over to observe them secretly.

After those people showed their figures, Yan Xiaofu realized that it turned out that it was a group of girls who came over.

All beautiful girls.Even if it is tightly wrapped in winter, it still looks very beautiful.

Yan Xiaofu watched the pretty girls pushing each other all the way to this place with a smile, and felt that this group of people didn't seem like they came to worship the gods, but rather they looked like they were having a picnic.

So girls, what are you doing?

Yan Xiaofu opened a pair of dead fish eyes, watching a very beautifully dressed girl take out a red cloth strip from her arms, and then put incense sticks in front of the small temple.

After praying devoutly, she tied the red cloth strip to the pillar in front of the small temple, and then went back laughing with the girls around her.

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After they left, Yan Xiaofu silently got out from behind, and then took off the red cloth that the girl had just hung up.

It's a very ordinary black cloth with no embroidery on it, and there are threads on the edges, as if it was torn from something casually.

"What do you think... is the situation now?" Yan Xiaofu thought for a while while holding the red cloth, and she always felt that something was weird. As mentioned earlier, she is a person who is very good at divergent thinking, so now she has programmed Five or six different versions of the story came out.

However, I always feel that the changes here are related to what happened here before.

The audience in the live broadcast room also instantly brought themselves into the role of Wannian elementary school students.

"Red cloth and black cloth should have different meanings, right? Red cloth means good, black cloth means bad?"

"For young women, they usually come to worship God to pray for marriage, right?"

Yan Xiaofu knew more than the audience, but she didn't continue to struggle, but walked towards the populated place according to the place shown on the small map.

After all, this is the city of Luoyang, and it was also a very prosperous place before. Even if it was deserted for some unknown reason, it is not too far from a populated place.

In fact, Yan Xiaofu walked all the way and found that there are quite a lot of people here, and there are still many footprints on the unpurified snow on the ground, and those footprints look quite new.

After walking for about half an hour, Yan Xiaofu finally came to the place where there are people on the map.She took off her jumper, and ran all the way, rubbing her hands and breathing on it as she ran.

so cold~

Finally, Yan Xiaofu also saw pedestrians on the street.Perhaps it was because the weather was too cold, so the pedestrians on the street seemed to be in a hurry, but the number of people here obviously increased all of a sudden.

Suddenly came from a barren place to a place full of people, Yan Xiaofu felt a little uncomfortable.While wandering around, she looked at the surrounding storefronts, and then found an inn to live in.

After entering, Xiao Er served her some hot wine and dishes.Yan Xiaofu sat on the bed, suddenly called Xiao Er, and asked him: "Hey, Brother Xiao Er, I have been here before, I remember it was very lively at first, why is it so desolate now?"

Xiao Er glanced at the direction she was pointing at, and laughed all of a sudden, and said, "Oh, no one told you? That's the very famous Ghost Girl Temple in Luoyang City."

Ghost girl... Temple?

This name is really recognizable, and the people in the live broadcast room were blown up when they heard it.

Yan Xiaofu was also confused by the name, almost biting her tongue.She was speechless for a while, and began to try to get Xiao Er to say: "I know a ghost girl, what is this ghost girl temple?"

"Oh, it seems that you are not a local, guest officer." Xiao Er made the bed, and then sat on a chair and chatted with her: "The ghost girl was in Luoyang City, and said that she would meet the heroes of the world on August [-]th. A group of forces were organized online to surround and kill this ghost girl."

"Uh...why we both know the same thing, but I feel weird when you say it out of your mouth." Yan Xiaofu scratched her face and asked Xiao Er.

"Is there? Isn't that what everyone in the world says?" Xiaoer looked at Yan Xiaofu with a confused expression.

No, it's not your fault, it's probably the fault of this kind of middle school story spreading method in Jianghu.

Yan Xiaofu waved her hand, signaling Xiao Er to continue.

——During the following time, she heard a rather mediocre story about a ghost girl.