time traveler
Chapter 92 The anchor is not salty anymore 6
In the empty stairwell, with dim yellow lights, the surroundings are quiet, as quiet as a tomb.
Tang Xi stood helplessly on the turning platform of the stairs. He was so terrified that he couldn't breathe. He could even hear his own rapid heartbeat. Because of the horror, the blood rushing rapidly along the blood vessels hit the eardrum, making a "chug chug" sound.
Tang Xi took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He picked up the live broadcast device and looked at the camera.
The live broadcast room was still on, and his pale, frightened face was on the screen. However, the comment area was quiet, and there was no barrage. They are lined up quietly, like silent eyes.
The feeling of being peeped appeared again, the familiar face on the screen slowly became unfamiliar, and the widened eyes also became hideous, as if someone was looking at him maliciously through the screen, full of The maliciousness seemed to overflow the screen, drowning him completely.
Damn, what the hell is this!Tang Xi jumped up in fright, and quickly threw the live broadcast device.
"Snapped!"
The live broadcast device landed on the stairs, bumped a corner on the stairs, bounced up, and then rolled along the stairs into the darkness with a series of collision sounds. The sound of "呯呯呯" seemed very abrupt in the silence.
Tang Xi's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't help stepping lightly, and quickly climbed up, fearing that the sound just now would disturb something that shouldn't be disturbed, so he followed the sound to find him.
Struggling to climb up a flight of stairs, he held on to the handrail until he was exhausted, panting heavily.
When he just climbed the stairs, he noticed that he didn't see any exit at all along the way, only this staircase leading to nowhere, meandering and extending into the darkness that his eyes could not reach, as if it would never end.
He was a little discouraged, and sat down on the stairs, thinking desperately that he would never be able to get out...
"Bah..."
Suddenly, an abrupt sound came faintly from above.
Tang Xi trembled in fright, staring at the stairs with wide eyes, not daring to breathe.
"Bah."
Another sound.
"Bah!"
"Bah!"
"Bah—"
The very regular impact sound became louder and louder, and then a metal cube rolled down from the top of the stairs and jumped in front of Tang Xi who was stupefied with his mouth wide open. In the boundless darkness below, the crashing sound of "呯呯呯" gradually faded away until it could no longer be heard.
After being stunned for a long time, Tang Xi dared to raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and bit his lower lip. He resisted his fear and continued to wait where he was. Not long after, he heard the regular "呯呯" sound coming from It came from overhead—the live broadcaster tumbled and fell, then jumped in front of him, and fell into the deep darkness below.
When the live broadcaster skipped in front of him, a flash of light caught Tang Xi's attention. He looked intently, only to see that the live broadcast room on the screen was still lit, and in the center was a picture he was no longer familiar with. But the face.
That face was still beautiful, but pale, with a lifeless gray, like a dead person.
As if he had noticed Tang Xi's gaze, that face suddenly moved closer to the camera, and the raised Danfeng eyes lit up, and they immediately stared round, and the scarlet lips grinned horizontally, showing him a determined sneer, that expression was like A predator that finds its prey with unabashed greed and cruelty.
Tang Xi's scalp exploded suddenly, his brain went blank, and he felt a deep fear pouring into his body along the line of sight of the other party. He hurriedly leaned on the armrest, barely supporting the spasm until he lost strength, and could hardly maintain the limp sitting position Body.
After a long delay, his rationality gradually returned, and a strong premonition rose from the bottom of his heart—that thing in the live broadcaster thought of it!It will come out of the screen and devour itself!
Tang Xi hugged her body tightly, feeling like she was about to collapse!Oh, God!What should he do!Who will save him!
At this moment, a white finger with sharp joints suddenly appeared out of thin air and grabbed Tang Xi's arm. Tang Xi screamed "Aww", jumped up like a rabbit, turned his head and was about to run, but was caught by a A huge to inhuman force pulled back.
Tang Xi closed his mouth in despair, and cried out while struggling in despair: "No! Let me go! Please, I don't want to die yet!"
"Shut up! It's so noisy!"
A somewhat familiar voice sounded in his ears, Tang Xi suddenly cried, opened his eyes in disbelief, and it turned out to be the anchor of the 444 live broadcast room.
"You, are you really Xia Da?" He asked tremblingly.
"Of course!" The other party bent his charming peach eyes, and asked with a smile, "Why, are you unhappy seeing me?"
Tang Xi burst into tears with excitement, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, he rushed forward with a crying voice, hugged Xia Run's leg and began to howl: "My big brother die, I finally found you! What is this?" Broken place, it scares Baby Xi to death!"
Xia Run stretched out a finger, pushed the tearful face away with disgust, and shouted impatiently: "Why is a big man crying! Let me ask you, did you touch watermelon candy?"
"No...well, why can't I cry! Do you know what happened to me!" Tang Xi spoke incoherently with excitement, and was about to describe in detail when he heard a faint "boom" sound from above, he Silently, he rushed behind Xia Run and hid with his back bent.
"Bah."
"Bah!"
The regular sound approached with a gloomy sense of oppression, like the footsteps of death.
Xia Run frowned, stretched out his hand to open the Shuiyun mirror, took out the small red umbrella from inside, held it with one hand, and took out a spell with a formation drawn on it with the other hand, and waited for it.
"Bah!"
A live broadcast device jumped out from the corner of the stairs above, hit the stairs, bounced, and continued to fall. Seeing that it was about to jump in front of them, Xia Run stretched out her little red umbrella, and the bright red umbrella unfolded to block the falling live broadcast. device.
At the moment when the broadcaster came into contact with the umbrella surface, electric arcs suddenly jumped from the umbrella surface, and the broadcaster vibrated violently as if alive, and bright sparks burst out from the broadcaster, a kind of sharpness that was not human-like. The chirping came from inside, gradually becoming hoarse, and finally disappeared.
The arc disappeared, the surface of the red umbrella returned to normal, and the live broadcast device that was emitting black smoke fell to the ground with a "snap" and never moved again.
Xia Run put away the little red umbrella and touched it in surprise. This red umbrella was a thank you gift from the little monk Mingyue. It turned out that this umbrella was specially used to drive away ghosts.
Little Red Umbrella was trembling with excitement, it's a pity, after so long, has the owner finally found out how to use it correctly!
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo No face?
It's a pity that Little Red Umbrella and Xia Run are not on the same channel at all, and its resentment is destined not to be conveyed to its owner!
Xia Run poked the live broadcaster under his feet with the tip of the umbrella. At this time, the interface of the live broadcaster was black, and he could no longer act like a demon. He pushed hard, and the umbrella tip pierced the screen, and the live broadcaster suddenly shattered into black ash.
The water ripples in the space fluctuated, and something shattered soundlessly. After a moment of trance, they stood on the turning platform on the second and a half floors again, one left and one right, as if they hadn't moved.
"Have we come out yet?" Tang Xi looked down and saw the exit of the stairwell on the second floor. He jumped up happily, changed his charming and enchanting small steps, and ran downstairs with meteoric strides. Standing overjoyed while running, "Ahh! I'm back! I'm finally back..."
Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, and before he reached the first floor, Xia Run heard him rushing back again, screaming while running, "Damn! Why are you still here! I fuck you, what kind of broken place is this, do you want to go too far!"
Tang Xi stood helplessly on the turning platform of the stairs. He was so terrified that he couldn't breathe. He could even hear his own rapid heartbeat. Because of the horror, the blood rushing rapidly along the blood vessels hit the eardrum, making a "chug chug" sound.
Tang Xi took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He picked up the live broadcast device and looked at the camera.
The live broadcast room was still on, and his pale, frightened face was on the screen. However, the comment area was quiet, and there was no barrage. They are lined up quietly, like silent eyes.
The feeling of being peeped appeared again, the familiar face on the screen slowly became unfamiliar, and the widened eyes also became hideous, as if someone was looking at him maliciously through the screen, full of The maliciousness seemed to overflow the screen, drowning him completely.
Damn, what the hell is this!Tang Xi jumped up in fright, and quickly threw the live broadcast device.
"Snapped!"
The live broadcast device landed on the stairs, bumped a corner on the stairs, bounced up, and then rolled along the stairs into the darkness with a series of collision sounds. The sound of "呯呯呯" seemed very abrupt in the silence.
Tang Xi's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't help stepping lightly, and quickly climbed up, fearing that the sound just now would disturb something that shouldn't be disturbed, so he followed the sound to find him.
Struggling to climb up a flight of stairs, he held on to the handrail until he was exhausted, panting heavily.
When he just climbed the stairs, he noticed that he didn't see any exit at all along the way, only this staircase leading to nowhere, meandering and extending into the darkness that his eyes could not reach, as if it would never end.
He was a little discouraged, and sat down on the stairs, thinking desperately that he would never be able to get out...
"Bah..."
Suddenly, an abrupt sound came faintly from above.
Tang Xi trembled in fright, staring at the stairs with wide eyes, not daring to breathe.
"Bah."
Another sound.
"Bah!"
"Bah!"
"Bah—"
The very regular impact sound became louder and louder, and then a metal cube rolled down from the top of the stairs and jumped in front of Tang Xi who was stupefied with his mouth wide open. In the boundless darkness below, the crashing sound of "呯呯呯" gradually faded away until it could no longer be heard.
After being stunned for a long time, Tang Xi dared to raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and bit his lower lip. He resisted his fear and continued to wait where he was. Not long after, he heard the regular "呯呯" sound coming from It came from overhead—the live broadcaster tumbled and fell, then jumped in front of him, and fell into the deep darkness below.
When the live broadcaster skipped in front of him, a flash of light caught Tang Xi's attention. He looked intently, only to see that the live broadcast room on the screen was still lit, and in the center was a picture he was no longer familiar with. But the face.
That face was still beautiful, but pale, with a lifeless gray, like a dead person.
As if he had noticed Tang Xi's gaze, that face suddenly moved closer to the camera, and the raised Danfeng eyes lit up, and they immediately stared round, and the scarlet lips grinned horizontally, showing him a determined sneer, that expression was like A predator that finds its prey with unabashed greed and cruelty.
Tang Xi's scalp exploded suddenly, his brain went blank, and he felt a deep fear pouring into his body along the line of sight of the other party. He hurriedly leaned on the armrest, barely supporting the spasm until he lost strength, and could hardly maintain the limp sitting position Body.
After a long delay, his rationality gradually returned, and a strong premonition rose from the bottom of his heart—that thing in the live broadcaster thought of it!It will come out of the screen and devour itself!
Tang Xi hugged her body tightly, feeling like she was about to collapse!Oh, God!What should he do!Who will save him!
At this moment, a white finger with sharp joints suddenly appeared out of thin air and grabbed Tang Xi's arm. Tang Xi screamed "Aww", jumped up like a rabbit, turned his head and was about to run, but was caught by a A huge to inhuman force pulled back.
Tang Xi closed his mouth in despair, and cried out while struggling in despair: "No! Let me go! Please, I don't want to die yet!"
"Shut up! It's so noisy!"
A somewhat familiar voice sounded in his ears, Tang Xi suddenly cried, opened his eyes in disbelief, and it turned out to be the anchor of the 444 live broadcast room.
"You, are you really Xia Da?" He asked tremblingly.
"Of course!" The other party bent his charming peach eyes, and asked with a smile, "Why, are you unhappy seeing me?"
Tang Xi burst into tears with excitement, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, he rushed forward with a crying voice, hugged Xia Run's leg and began to howl: "My big brother die, I finally found you! What is this?" Broken place, it scares Baby Xi to death!"
Xia Run stretched out a finger, pushed the tearful face away with disgust, and shouted impatiently: "Why is a big man crying! Let me ask you, did you touch watermelon candy?"
"No...well, why can't I cry! Do you know what happened to me!" Tang Xi spoke incoherently with excitement, and was about to describe in detail when he heard a faint "boom" sound from above, he Silently, he rushed behind Xia Run and hid with his back bent.
"Bah."
"Bah!"
The regular sound approached with a gloomy sense of oppression, like the footsteps of death.
Xia Run frowned, stretched out his hand to open the Shuiyun mirror, took out the small red umbrella from inside, held it with one hand, and took out a spell with a formation drawn on it with the other hand, and waited for it.
"Bah!"
A live broadcast device jumped out from the corner of the stairs above, hit the stairs, bounced, and continued to fall. Seeing that it was about to jump in front of them, Xia Run stretched out her little red umbrella, and the bright red umbrella unfolded to block the falling live broadcast. device.
At the moment when the broadcaster came into contact with the umbrella surface, electric arcs suddenly jumped from the umbrella surface, and the broadcaster vibrated violently as if alive, and bright sparks burst out from the broadcaster, a kind of sharpness that was not human-like. The chirping came from inside, gradually becoming hoarse, and finally disappeared.
The arc disappeared, the surface of the red umbrella returned to normal, and the live broadcast device that was emitting black smoke fell to the ground with a "snap" and never moved again.
Xia Run put away the little red umbrella and touched it in surprise. This red umbrella was a thank you gift from the little monk Mingyue. It turned out that this umbrella was specially used to drive away ghosts.
Little Red Umbrella was trembling with excitement, it's a pity, after so long, has the owner finally found out how to use it correctly!
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo No face?
It's a pity that Little Red Umbrella and Xia Run are not on the same channel at all, and its resentment is destined not to be conveyed to its owner!
Xia Run poked the live broadcaster under his feet with the tip of the umbrella. At this time, the interface of the live broadcaster was black, and he could no longer act like a demon. He pushed hard, and the umbrella tip pierced the screen, and the live broadcaster suddenly shattered into black ash.
The water ripples in the space fluctuated, and something shattered soundlessly. After a moment of trance, they stood on the turning platform on the second and a half floors again, one left and one right, as if they hadn't moved.
"Have we come out yet?" Tang Xi looked down and saw the exit of the stairwell on the second floor. He jumped up happily, changed his charming and enchanting small steps, and ran downstairs with meteoric strides. Standing overjoyed while running, "Ahh! I'm back! I'm finally back..."
Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, and before he reached the first floor, Xia Run heard him rushing back again, screaming while running, "Damn! Why are you still here! I fuck you, what kind of broken place is this, do you want to go too far!"
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