Supernatural: A poor monk becomes stronger after crossing ghosts

"Hongyi, why did you come back so late? Did the old lady send it back?" After Hongyi came back, Han Xiaomei raised her hand to look at the time, stuffed the live broadcast equipment to him, and couldn't help muttering.

"Hehe, send it back, grandma sleeps peacefully!" Hongyi took the live broadcast equipment, turned on the lights, and said with a smile.

"Sister Luo, let's broadcast live together tonight!" pulled Luo Ying to his side, the two took out the mirror and touched up each other's makeup.

After a while, turn on!

"Hello everyone, I'm Han Xiaomei, the live broadcast spirit exploration anchor, and today we invited Xiao Luoluo, a well-known UP master in the ghost animal area of Station B, to explore the secrets together.

Today we have come to the long-rumored terrifying and supernatural place - Yin Village.

It is rumored that this is a veritable ghost village, but it has also not been officially confirmed.

It is said that the villagers here have run out, but this anchor just chatted with an old woman here, and some legends of Yin Village have been known to this anchor!

Of course, our special guest, Master Hongyi, is still on the road with us.

Let's go!"

Han Xiaomei twisted the live broadcast camera and gave Hongyi a close-up, Hongyi folded his hands and smiled to greet the friends in the live broadcast room.

As soon as Hongyi appeared, the heat of the entire live broadcast room instantly boiled.

Originally, there were only three or three barrages floating on the screen, and within a few seconds, the dense barrage filled the entire live broadcast room, and the faces were blocked.

"The spicy man is coming

...""It's not dark and Lao Tzu is guarding the live broadcast room, I don't see ghosts and don't sleep tonight!" "

The brothers in the ghost animal area of station B have gathered..."

"Friendly reminder: Please prepare diapers, beware of excessive fright, urinary incontinence!"

"Ghost animal area +1." "

There is still the goddess Luo Luo, my God

, Luo Luo is mine!" "I just need a monk, Luo Luo will give it to you, get rough!"

"Since watching the video, Lao Tzu specially bought a nunchuck, ask Master Hongyi for contact information, Lao Tzu wants to open the light..."

Of course, there are some bad remarks mixed in.

"I am a million special effects artist, specializing in counterfeiting for 30 years, this time I am here to expose the behavior of liars!"

"Hehe, Gu a few people are just pretending to be ghosts..."

Especially after he was on camera.

The number of people rose from 100,000 to 300,000 in an instant.

You must know that this social live broadcast platform must not fake robots to fill up the number of people.

300,000 people watched it online, which is a proper ranking among the first-line anchors.

"Won't you say a few words?" Han Xiaomei didn't expect that this monk was even more popular than herself, and the most excessive fan wanted to give him a monkey

! Is he a monk!

"Amitabha!" Hongyi coughed and said with a smile: "Ghosts are actually not as terrible as everyone thinks, the monks are compassionate, and the poor monks will explain in detail the weaknesses of various ghosts and how to deal with them in the future." "

No way.

Under the persecution of Han Xiaomei, Hongyi had to act according to the script.

It's so difficult to be a monk!

"Woo... At

that moment, there was a sound of sobbing from the next room.

"Alright! It's on..."Hongyi greeted, and took the lead in walking to the next room with the live broadcast equipment.

Seeing this, the two women also followed him closely, for fear of falling one step behind.

"Squeak~"

After pushing open the old wooden door.

The room was empty, and the table was covered with a thick layer of dust.

"Water friends, you can see, this house has not been inhabited for a long time, and the dust is a finger thick, everyone must have heard the cry just now, it should have come from the backyard, let's go over and take a look!" Han Xiaomei learned from Hongyi to touch the dust on the table and said to the live broadcast room.

The words are not finished.

The bedroom that was dark next to it suddenly turned on with a dim light.

"This..." Han Xiaomei was a little surprised, a little excited, and couldn't help but point to the bedroom next to her, and kept glancing at Hongyi.

Here it

is! The ghost is coming!

Live broadcast year water friends, everyone dare not come out.

"Damn, barrage body protection!" "

It's scary, there's a ghost

in the bedroom?" "No, the old man drank 82-year-old Coke and was shocked!" The

black fans who came tonight were also scared, but they were still stiff: "It must have been arranged in advance, don't you just turn on a light!"

Han Xiaomei didn't have time to take care of these black fans, because Hongyi had already pushed the door into the bedroom.

Wait for her to open the door and take a look.

The whole picture is quiet and peaceful.

A bald monk sat on a dark coffin board with a long-haired woman in white in his arms, facing a dim bronze dressing mirror, and two white candles next to him shed tears of emotion.

From time to time, the monk pointed to the bronze mirror and smiled softly at the woman in his arms, while the woman in white gently leaned her head on his shoulder and sobbed quietly, obviously so moved that she couldn't do it.

What a sweet and happy picture of love.

Waiting for Han Xiaomei and Luo Ying to approach the two.

"Female donor, in the eyes of the poor monk, the color of this skin is not dull enough, don't be good!" said him, only to see Hongyi gently brushing his hand to the woman's face.

After the woman shuddered slightly, a bloodshot piece of flesh was torn off.

"Look, these nails, this is a manicure? It's all gray, and you have nail fungus, it's an infection, it's not okay. The

woman in white trembled even more, and a crisp fracture sounded, and a gray fingernail finger was thrown to the ground.

"You can't do this hair, who made it for you? It's so unprofessional, you see it's a little yellow here, it's not smooth at all. He

gently lifted the woman's head, stretched out his hand and pulled it behind her back, and her black hair slid down with her scalp.

"Come, get to know me, this is a mirror ghost, very talkative, you go to the front and shoot!" The moment he turned his head, he saw the two women standing behind him in a daze, Hongyi patted the woman in his arms and introduced.

When the woman turned her head, it was a pale face without a trace of blood, her eyes were deep-set, and the left side of her face was torn off alive, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

After the hair fell out, the black Heavenly Spirit Cover was exposed, and black viscous blood flowed down his cheeks.

It's just that the woman's expression is slightly embarrassed.

When Han Xiaomei turned around and pointed the live camera at the woman in white, especially under the persuasion (Wei) of Hongyi and Yan Yuese, the woman in white smiled at the live broadcast room.

The entire live broadcast room was fried in an instant.

"Ahhhhh

Woo... Lao Tzu, a big man, will already cry in fright!"

"I can't look directly, I can't look directly

!" "Master Hongyi is cheating, this is too exciting, horror movies or something!" "

Mom asked me why I knelt in front of the computer desk, because my legs were weak... I'm scared!".