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Chapter 42
Shi Xi continued to post bullet comments in the live broadcast room: 【Host, look, after the noise is reduced, fewer viewers left, right? My suggestions are still very useful. You are broadcasting in Xiaosu Ancient Village, right? I am also nearby. Give me a specific address, and I can go to the site to help you improve the quality of the live broadcast.】
Jia Ming said: “In the eyes of the evil spirit, you must be like a fool who came to the door to seek death.”
Others were also shocked. Can you communicate with the evil spirit in this way? Apart from anything else, in this way, the evil spirit will be attracted by the content of the bullet comments and interact with Shi Xi, and the supernatural live broadcast will follow the direction designed by Shi Xi.
Sure enough, after Shi Xi’s bullet comments were sent out, the live broadcast room was quiet for a moment, and then a specific location appeared. As they speculated, the location of the live broadcast room was in the dilapidated temple.
Shi Xi looked at Jia Ming with a faint smile on her lips: “Isn’t this quite interesting? From now on, we are the noob anchors who are asking for death. Remember this character, okay?”
Jia Ming saw her look and silently lit three candles for the evil spirits in the broken temple: “I remember.”
Shi Xi’s comments were so prominent that the audience in the live broadcast room also noticed it.
【If someone posts this kind of comments about going to the scene to help in other live broadcast rooms, I will definitely remind the anchor to be wary of strangers and verify the authenticity of the other party’s identity before saying anything else. But combined with the situation in this live broadcast room… uh, I want to advise this water friend not to commit suicide. 】
【What the above said is right. This live broadcast room is so weird. What if the person who controls the live broadcast room is not Xinxin, but something else… Hiss, in this case, this person who claims to be a senior anchor still dares to propose to go to the scene. Are you too brave or do you think your life is too long?】
【The live broadcast room really has a location. Is the anchor interacting with the “senior anchor”! 】
【The “senior anchor” just wants to attract attention. I don’t think they would really commit suicide. 】
【Family! I clicked into the personal space of the “senior anchor” and found that it was a small account with no dynamics! 】
【I always feel that the tone of the “senior anchor” is a bit familiar. Could it be the one I thought of? 】
【This person must be a boastful liar. If they dares to go to the scene, I will dare to live broadcast a night in a haunted house. 】
Shi Xi sent another bullet screen: 【Not a liar, I am really a senior anchor, on the way to the live broadcast site. Anchor, wait until I get there before entering the live broadcast topic. I have an idea that can make you popular! 】
A hoarse and stuttering voice suddenly sounded in the live broadcast room: “I…wait…for…you…”
Shi Xi narrowed her eyes: “They’ve taken the bait. We’re ready to go.”
Witnessing Shixi’s series of actions, Director Weng was shocked. He felt that Shixi had begun to take control of the situation – this kind of courage is not something ordinary people possess.
…
In front of the ruined temple.
With a neat crew cut and a mask on, Jiaming held the live broadcast equipment borrowed from the crew and greeted the ghost-hunting live broadcast room: “Good evening, I’m Jiaming, long time no see. The reason for this live broadcast is that Xiaoshi and I saw a ghost-hunting live broadcast by a new anchor on the Internet. The theme is quite interesting, but it exposed many technical problems. We are nearby, so we came to help this newcomer on the spot.”
The camera switched, revealing Xiaoshi with her hair down. She was also wearing a black mask, only her beautiful eyes visible. She sighed softly: “Well, what can we do? We’re just helpful people. Our theme for tonight’s stream is ‘Helpful Streamers, On-Site Teaching’. Please give us plenty of support.”
“Let me show you the environment we are in,” Shi Xi flicked the camera: “The address chosen by this new anchor is still very good. This is a dilapidated temple in Xiaosu Ancient Village. You may have seen it in some movies and TV series.”
A crumbling temple came into view on the livestream. Its eaves were adorned with two ragged lanterns that swayed ominously in the night breeze. The ancient doors hung open, creaking and groaning with each gust of wind.
【You actually started broadcasting! Has Jiaming finished his study and come down the mountain? I’ve been waiting for a long time!】
【Ahhh, I just came from the new live broadcast room, so the “senior anchor” who spoke over there turned out to be you!】
【Someone said in the new live broadcast room before that if the “senior anchor” really dared to go, he would broadcast a haunted house overnight. Where are you? Are you there? When will the live broadcast be arranged?】
【…Who the hell could have thought it was them! This is a carefully planned ghost hunting live broadcast. They started the show from the moment the new anchor met Shi Xi in the crew compound. I was fooled by them! 】
【Xiao Shi knows Xinxin, and I have a feeling that the ‘new streamer’ she’s referring to isn’t Xinxin, but a ghost. It doesn’t seem planned; it’s more like they’re coming to save someone, like they did for Jia Ming last time.】
【Why do some people still think it’s true? It’s so funny. How could it be such a coincidence? It’s obviously planned. There are too many traces of the script. 】
【Pfft, am I the only one who cares about the title of the live broadcast room? It’s too stupid. 】
Seeing the comments saying that there are too many traces of the script, Shi Xi wanted to laugh. They really had the script in hand tonight and even arranged the characters.
From the first moment the ghost hunting live broadcast room was opened, she and Jia Ming started the show. They came here to “seek death”!
“Let’s not waste time talking. Let’s go in and find the new anchor.” Shi Xi and Jia Ming entered the ruined temple.
Not far away, Zhang Qingxuan, hiding in the shadows, held a new life symbol and paid attention to the movements of the ruined temple, ready to cover for them at any time.
After entering the ruined temple, Jia Ming aimed the camera at the Buddha statue standing in the center.
The huge Buddha statue with cracks bowed its head slightly and looked at them with pity. The blood stains on its body were not completely wiped clean. In the dark environment, it exuded a strange and eerie atmosphere.
Shi Xi turned on the flashlight and shouted at the top of her voice: “Anchor, we are here, where are you?”
Her call echoed in the empty ruined temple, raising the weird atmosphere by a degree.
No one responded. The camera in the live broadcast room followed Jia Ming’s vision and swept around. There was no figure, only various twisted shadows of debris were swaying in the dark, and the dark temple looked dangerous.
Shi Xi, without a care in the world, shone her flashlight around indiscriminately, complaining to Jia Ming, “I bet this streamer ditched us and left already. This temple is so creepy. Let’s get out of here.”
Jia Ming replied, “I guess that’s all we can do.”
Shi Xi had just taken two steps when a “dong dong” sound suddenly came from behind.
She stopped: “Jia Ming, did you hear anything?”
Jia Ming shone the flashlight at the Buddha statue: “I heard it, it seems to be coming from there.”
Shi Xi lowered her voice and said: “This Buddha statue is so big, it feels like someone can hide behind it, is that the new anchor wants to play hide-and-seek with us?”
Jia Ming said naively: “We’ll know if we go over and take a look.”
Shi Xi turned off the flashlight, walked to the Buddha statue lightly, and quietly looked behind the Buddha statue… This perspective was so exciting that the audience in the live broadcast room had already been involved and felt their scalps tingling.
【This is my first time in this live broadcast room. My friend said the anchor is awesome. Now, I’m a little skeptical. Where did these two naive people come from? 】
【I came from the live broadcast room next door. What kind of suicidal live broadcast is this? I don’t dare to watch it anymore. What if there is a ghost in this temple…】
Old fans who are familiar with Shi Xi’s personality have realized that she is acting. They cooperate with Shi Xi very tacitly and also acted:
【Shi Xi’s live broadcast style has always been suicidal. 】
【That’s right. They are all risking their lives to achieve the live broadcast effect. 】
Before the camera stretched behind the Buddha statue, Shi Xi suddenly froze in place. She trembled her shoulders, looked at her feet, and whispered: “Jia Ming, it seems that something is wrapped around my ankle.”
“Don’t move.” Jia Ming turned on the flashlight and shone it on her ankle. There was a rope as thick as a finger wrapped around it!
The rope was dark brown, which seemed to be old blood. “Ahhh!” Shi Xi pretended to be very scared and tried to shake off the rope, but it became tighter and tighter, dragging Shi Xi to the ground!
“Jia Ming, help me!”
In a panic, Jia Ming grabbed Shi Xi’s palm, and the camera shook for a while. When it swept across the Buddha statue, a flash of scarlet flashed by, and then the flashlight went out. The live broadcast room fell into darkness, and the audience could only hear a sound of dragging.
【Fuck! ! Is the anchor still there? 】
【This noise is so scary, I was so scared that I hid in the quilt! 】
【Where did the rope come from? Are the props so awesome that they were tied up quietly? 】
【The anchor won’t really kill themself, right?】
After the sound of the rope dragging disappeared, the picture in the live broadcast room did not recover, and it became darker. From time to time, several faulty black and white stripes flashed by, bringing sharp noises. Shi Xi found that the rope dragged her and Jia Ming into another space. This evil spirit might have the special ability to open up space.
It was darker here than the ruined temple. The flashlight had fallen somewhere. Shi Xi took out her mobile phone and turned on the flashlight.
Jia Ming was right next to her. He closed his eyes and asked, “Xiao Shi, are you not hurt?”
“No.” Shi Xi added, “But I’m scared.”
Jia Ming: “…” Master Uncle, this ‘newbie streamer’ act is really convincing.
Shi Xi used her mobile phone to shine around and saw Xin Xin.
There were old puppet wreckages everywhere. On the puppet ruins, there was a small stage. Xin Xin sat on the stage with sad eyes and motionless.
Shi Xi pretended not to know Xin Xin and asked fearfully, “Are you the host? Why are you trapped here?”
Xin Xin opened her mouth and could only make meaningless “ah ah” sounds.
“I… am… the anchor.” A creepy voice suddenly came out: “Teach me… live broadcast… I want to… become popular.”
The live broadcast equipment was still there. Jiaming took a sneak peek. The screen was pitch black, and there was still only bullet comments.
【Ahhh, this voice is so scary, but fortunately the anchor is still there! 】
【Two live broadcast rooms are linked? I’ll go to the next live broadcast room to take a look. 】
【Damn, I guessed right, the “new anchor” is actually a ghost! 】
【You can’t see anything in the live broadcast room. Don’t be too emotional. I think the anchor just found the traffic password, so they made live broadcast failures again and again. It’s so funny. It’s the easiest to see nothing, but it’s good to fool people.】
Shi Xi wiped the tears of “fright” and asked the evil spirit carefully: “If I teach you, will you let us go?”
The evil spirit thought seriously: “See… the effect.”
AloeVera[Translator]
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