My black fans are always online

For a moment, Wu Jing'an only felt her hairs stand on end, as if her whole body had been pushed into ice water, and she couldn't breathe.

what?What's this? ! ...

No no, it's impossible, it's impossible!

"You, who are you?" He staggered back a step, but his voice was trembling after all.

That figure didn't approach, and remained motionless from a distance. In the blurred red light, he tilted his head: "Angkor, I'm Chen Yan from Dazzling Realm."

His body leaned slightly forward, half of his ferocious face was exposed, bloodstains were faint: "You are the one who asked someone to cut me up, frame me, and make me become like this...how come you don't know me? "

Wu Jingan's heart was beating wildly, as if about to jump out of her chest, she couldn't help blurting out: "You are talking nonsense...you are already dead!"

The figure suddenly "giggled" and said with a strange tenderness, "Yeah, I came to you only after I died."

Wu Jing'an's teeth "clucked" and she suddenly yelled, with a stern voice: "Don't pretend to be a ghost, you can't fool me, fake, it's all fake!"

While screaming, he slowly touched the back of his hand, and suddenly grabbed the doorknob desperately, and yanked it violently, making a loud and dull bang.

It still couldn't be opened, it didn't move at all, as if it was locked, locked in a tomb.

Looking up again, the red light and the figure suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings returned to a dead silence, as if nothing had happened.

Everything seems like a weird nightmare.

Wu Jing'an's heart was beating fast, and she suddenly shouted: "Is there anyone!? Where is someone?... Come, someone!"

His voice echoed, lingering around him, in the darkness, it seemed to be everywhere.

Just ten seconds later, without sound or warning, the faint red light lit up in another corner.

Chen Yan's figure quietly appeared on the other side.

He tilted his head, his neck seemed to be bent unnaturally, and looked over: "Angkor...my neck hurts so much, and your men are so ruthless."

He looked at Wu Jing'an in confusion and sorrow, the blood on his face slowly oozing out: "Angkor...I was just a little disobedient before, I didn't follow your order to accompany the wine...Why did you hurt me?"

Wu Jing'an collapsed and took a step back. If she was a little skeptical just now, fear has completely gained the upper hand.

In such a short time, how did this figure... how did it teleport to a place more than ten meters away? !

He gritted his teeth tightly and hissed: "Who told you to be stupid, who told you not to fly solo with me?!"

Years of grievances and anger welled up, his voice was trembling, but fierce: "All the money you earn is for the boss, why are you so reconciled? I will take you and Mu Qing to fly solo, and the money you earn is all yours. What's the point?" not good?!"

Excited and frightened, his voice became hoarse: "You are stupid, you are stupid! If you insist on clinging to the entire boy group, you deserve to be cold, you deserve to be destroyed!"

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, the light and figure in the distance disappeared again.

Wu Jing'an's words stopped abruptly, he closed his mouth in horror, and looked around in panic.

Nothing, still deathly black!

Just a few seconds later, the other side in the distance suddenly lit up again.

This time, the ghostly shadow moved even faster, completely impossible at human speed, and finally completely defeated Wu Jingan's defenses.

"You're a ghost! Ahhh, you..." He hissed, feeling as if his throat was blocked by something.

In the distance, Chen Yan's face was blurred, and he suddenly smiled in a trance, the scar looked particularly miserable because of the smile.

"Angkor... just because of this, are you going to completely destroy me?" There was no sternness on his face, only sadness, and his voice was extremely hoarse.

"You tricked me into going to the bar, told people to cut off my hands, and ruined my face... Even that young lady was fake, you told her to ask me for help, and told her to stuff drugs into my pocket. "

He stood there with a thin body, surrounded by a black mist, unable to see clearly: "Angkor...you have taken me with you for a few years, I thought, I thought you would have some friendship with me .”

Wu Jing'an trembled slightly, and suddenly shouted: "Shut up!"

"I can't open my mouth at all, and I still want to shut up?" Chen Yan over there smiled miserably, "Angkor, I just want to die, I just... want to ask you."

He seems to be muttering to himself, and he seems to be asking: "I have helped you write songs for ten years... In the past ten years, you have won so many awards and earned so much money with my songs, it is not enough Why? Why do you want me to die?"

Seeing that Wu Jing'an didn't answer, his voice finally got louder, and he yelled out mournfully: "I have endured for ten years... I dare not eat or wear, live in the worst house, save every penny, create Every song will be given to your studio as soon as possible,"

His voice was hoarse like a bellows leaking air: "Wu Jing'an! I worked hard for you for ten years before I paid out the endorsement fees. Why on earth do you... want me to die!"

……

Pan Yu's live broadcast room completely exploded.

On the Internet, it also exploded.

There are already a large number of fans waiting for Cheng Yan to appear on the stage, plus a large number of marketing accounts and big Vs in the circle during the day to join in the fun and repost, and there are already many viewers squatting to watch the live broadcast at night, but now, it has completely fermented.

At first, everyone thought it was a joke and a prank, and some people thought that there was a malfunction in Pan Yu's live broadcast room, but as the weird picture began to have voices and images, countless people were shocked to death.

Three live broadcast windows were opened on the screen, one was dedicated to the panorama, the other was to the red light, and the other was to the shadowy, terrified man by the door.

The conversation was very clear, the face of the man at the door was very dark, but the face of the miserable and terrifying man was very clear, as if there was a special camera on it.

It happened to be midnight, and this kind of thing appeared unexpectedly. Many people felt cold behind their backs and opened their pores.

【Ahhhhhhhh what is this?Who is that man with the scar on his face?Is the studio haunted? 55555555]

【What did that person say?What did you say at the beginning, that he was Cheng Yan? ? 】

[Where is Cheng Yan!Don't scare me, where is our little phoenix? 】

Soon, some people came to their senses. After all, Dazzling Realm's popularity was only ten years ago. Many older fans still remember it clearly.

Some people started posting links to the live broadcast room on Chaohua Square, some started taking screenshots and recordings, and some even started posting urgently with a sensational title: "A strange scene appeared in the connection between Pan Yuchengyan's live broadcast room, and a suspected ghost appeared!" ".

Weird phenomena appear in the live broadcast of popular traffic, hype or marketing?

Anyway, go see it!A large number of new viewers who hadn't fallen asleep and didn't know what to do began to pour into the live broadcast.

Pan Yu's manager stared at the screen nervously, his face full of madness: "Xiao Pan, what the hell is this? Ahhh?"

Pan Yu took a deep breath: "Sister Su, I discussed it with Cheng Yan, so leave it alone."

Sister Su was anxious: "You have to tell me clearly, what should I do if I scare people in the middle of the night? Will the live broadcast platform trouble us?"

It looks like a supernatural scene, will this be said to be a gimmick to promote their new song, what if they are scolded?

Pan Yu looked at her steadfastly, then stood up suddenly, and bowed deeply to her: "Sister Su, I don't know what happened, but I trust him. So no matter what happens, I will bear the consequences. "

He took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "You know that person Cheng Yan, it's not that he really can't help it, he will never trouble the people around him. He never asked me anything, since he opened his mouth this time, Anyway, I have to help him this once!"

In the live broadcast room, the dense messages and bullet screens are still increasing.

[Fuck!I heard, at the beginning, what that person said was that he was Chen Yan from Dazzling Realm, not Cheng Yan! 】

[Chen Yan?Isn't that the former teammate of Shen Muqing, the former captain of Dazzling Realm?Isn't the one who was so scandalous to the center of the earth dead? ? 】

[Yes, yes...it is dead, 55555 what is this, I can't do it, my soul is going to be scared away! 】

[What did they say?What helped write lyrics and music, what framed, my god, what is this old story? 】

[Wu Jingan's name is so familiar, ah, I remembered, he is the manager of Shen Muqing, and also the manager of the original Xuanjing!Where is he? 】

[Is this filming?timid.jpg...]

[Stop making noise, the screen is being recorded, play it back later and listen carefully! 】

On the screen, there was suddenly a violent knock on the door, accompanied by Wu Jingan's terrified roar: "Let me out, I want to get out! Help!"

Behind him, the ghost who was more than ten meters away from him just now has come close. In the faint light, he quietly looked at Wu Jing'an who was close at hand, and suddenly stretched out his hand.

His hand was covered with scorched marks, like a piece of dry charcoal, wrinkled and chapped, bloody and bloody.

"Wu Jing'an...Look at me, I'm in so much pain." He said softly, his eyes were bloodshot, "The fire burned for a long time before I was burned to death. I kept calling, asking for help..."

There was no ferocity or resentment on his face, only confusion: "When I was in so much pain in the fire, I suddenly understood. Because I paid off the debt, it was useless... In case I come back, the song I took out will be with you guys." If you are so similar, you are in danger, aren't you?"

"But, just because of this, do you want me to die?" He slowly stretched out his hand as black as charcoal, as if he wanted to touch Wu Jing'an's face, "Are you human? How can your heart ... so bad, so cruel?"

Wu Jingan stared at the hand that was about to reach out, her eyeballs were about to pop out of her sockets: "Yes, you deserve to die! If you are not greedy for money, why did you enter the entertainment industry? If you don't want to be filthy, why are you pretending to be holy? You are an idiot Forget it, you still tell the team members not to listen to me, you are blocking my way!"

He grinned grinningly, and his voice grew louder: "I have worked hard for more than ten years, and seeing the opportunity to get ahead, why didn't I seize it? Blocking people's money is like killing my parents. If you kill my parents, I will ruin my life." What's wrong with the person who killed you?!"

Chen Yan tilted his head and twisted his neck, but his eyes were still vaguely clear.

He looked at Wu Jing'an, and slowly approached: "You have ruined me so thoroughly, I'm so stupid, I'm afraid I'll be kept in the dark for the rest of my life, why do you have to put me to death?"

Wu Jing'an couldn't retreat behind her back, and finally broke down and shouted: "It's that woman, she insisted on looking for you, she killed you!"

He tried his best to avoid Chen Yan's face, staggered and rushed to the side, shouting wildly as he rushed: "She wants to tell you that she took money to frame you, sooner or later you will suspect me!..."

He tripped over something under his feet, and he fell to the ground suddenly: "I didn't intend to kill you, it was her, it was she who insisted on looking for you, that's why I wanted to kill you temporarily!"

Just as he was about to get up, suddenly, in front of his eyes, a figure appeared faintly, dressed in white, with hollow eyes, slightly opened mouth, showing a long tongue.

A woman, a woman with a skinny face and a face as white as paper!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" No matter how daring she is usually, Wu Jing'an finally lost her mind at this time, and she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Li Qi, it's Li Qi!

"How can you blame me...Mr. Wu." The woman stared at him blankly, blood slowly dripping from her eyes, "I only charged you 1 yuan, and you are going to kill me. Kill me once If it’s not enough, you’ll kill it a second time.”

Her face suddenly changed, her skinny hands were like chicken claws, she straightened towards Wu Jingan's neck and pinched her: "You still say that I killed Chen Yan?! You bitch! You are a real murderer!"

Wu Jing'an was caught off guard, and was suddenly strangled by her. Her cold fingers and sharp nails tightened around his throat in an instant.

Wu Jing'an finally uttered a shrill scream. The extreme panic aroused her desire to survive.

He viciously punched the female ghost in the abdomen in front of him, kicked the thin woman away several steps with a flying kick.

"Get out of here, all of you! A sick ghost and an idiot! One of you was smothered to death by someone, and the other was burned to death by someone. If I dare to kill you, I won't be afraid now!"

The female ghost and Chen Yan stood quietly in front of him, looking at him expressionlessly.

The room was pitch black, but at this moment, suddenly, phantoms and blurred mirror images filled the space.

Some are Chen Yan, some are Li Qi, some are from the back, some are from the side, and some are from the front.

They were all bleeding and teary, and they looked at him fixedly, without saying a word.

Wu Jing'an screamed sharply, pumping her fist desperately, and punched the void around her, her eyes were ferocious: "It's useless, I'm not afraid of you guys! You two trash, I played around with you when you were alive, and you still want to ask me for your life when you're dead? Hahaha, tomorrow I will find Taoist priests and monks to suppress you two evil spirits!"

……

The light suddenly became bright, as bright as day, filling the entire space.

On an empty field, there are specially made reflective boards placed in a haphazard manner, vaguely reflecting countless figures.

On the roof of the house, miniature red light emitters are densely covered, aiming at the reflectors in all directions.

In the distance, a row of thick wooden boards covering the camera position crashed down, revealing several cameras behind and a group of stunned staff.

Under the dazzling light, not far away, a man and a woman stood there.

The thin man began to take off the mask on his face, and someone rushed up to help him wipe away the blood stains, remove the burnt special effect makeup on his arms, and reveal his white skin.

It also showed that handsome but indifferent face.

The woman also tore off the withered yellow wig on her head, turned her head and complained to the director over there: "Director Zhou, this man kicked me so hard just now, I think I need to go to the hospital for an examination."

Next to him, a man's deep voice sounded, politely: "Miss Zheng, you did a great job. Thank you very much."

Lin Liekai smiled, took a thick envelope from the secretary beside him, and handed it to the invited actor: "Besides the deposit, this little extra remuneration is not a respect."

He had a smile on his face, but his eyes seemed to have a thousand years of ice, and the way he looked at Wu Jing'an was like looking at a dead person.

Then, he quickly walked towards the boy beside him.

He stood still in front of him, in front of the live broadcast camera, under the watchful eyes of countless people, he gently raised his finger to wipe away a tear from the corner of his eye.

"It's all over." His voice was low and gentle, and the shadow of the young man opposite him was reflected in his dark eyes, "We can't argue with a hundred words, and we will defend him; we can help him clear his grievances."