Urban Horror House

Yunzhifeng Haunted House, ticket office.

Chen Sixian looked at Zhang Xihui, who was blowing another kiss in the live broadcast room, with a stunned expression.

He really didn't expect that this quiet-looking little girl would be so courageous?
Could it be that seeing the gift suddenly became bolder?

According to legend, money can make ghosts grind the millstones, but now it is money that makes the anchor not afraid of ghosts, and can operate fiercely like a tiger in front of an evil ghost.

Blow a kiss in front of everyone in front of everyone!

Just ask, what should the old noodle seller in the haunted house and the old lady with the severed tongue feel, how embarrassing they should be.

Everyone is a lumbar disc, why are you so prominent?

"Big brother, this young lady is so powerful. I was terrified just now, but now I can suppress the fear in my heart. If I were in this environment, like her, I would definitely not be able to do so well."

Xiao Ling'er floated beside Chen Sixian, and she was very optimistic about Zhang Xihui in her words.

Chen Sixian did not doubt Xiao Ling'er's words.

It's just that I can't believe that Zhang Xihui's aptitude is so good that Xiao Ling'er praises her.

"Brother, didn't you say that there is not enough manpower? I think this young lady can give it a try."

After listening to Xiao Ling'er's suggestion, Chen Sixian couldn't help taking a breath.

He really didn't expect that Xiao Ling'er would be so optimistic about an ordinary person, but thinking about it carefully, it might be that Xiao Ling'er is not interested in playing by herself and wants to find someone to play with.

Therefore, Chen Sixian also nodded in agreement and said, "Look, if she is really doing well, I'll tell her about it."

Then he turned his attention to the live broadcast room again.

At this time, Zhang Xihui's expression was obviously not calm.

Because in front of her, the old man lifted his head with one hand and threw it into the cauldron.

A headless corpse stood in front of her, standing upright, not reaching the bottom.

Zhang Xihui frowned, and at this moment the old man said: "Little girl, I put my head in the pot, why don't you come over to eat? Don't dare to come over, do you think I scare you, old man?"

Zhang Xihui nodded and said, "Yes!"

The old man obviously did not expect Zhang Xihui's reaction, and was stunned.

When he came back to his senses, Zhang Xihui had already run away with her mobile phone.

"Want to run? Did you run?"

The old man's head vacated from the steaming cauldron, looking at Zhang Xihui who fled outwards, with a ferocious smile on his old face.

He yelled at the old woman angrily: "Widow Li, why don't you catch that girl? Let me continue cooking? What are you waiting for?"

Hearing this, Widow Li trembled, not daring to delay, and lightly attacked Zhang Xihui.

"Boom!"

Zhang Xihui kept running forward, pointing the camera at herself in order to see the enemy's situation clearly.

Therefore, while running, pay attention to the things behind.

When he saw the old woman coming, his legs sped up, and he rushed forward frantically.

But the speed is simply not enough.

The old woman also got closer and closer, her face was gloomy and terrifying.

"Little girl, don't run away, you are being asked to eat, come back quickly!"

"Even if you don't eat, we're hungry, and if we don't eat, there are people who want to eat, so why don't you hurry up!"

An old hand like chicken skin stretched out and grabbed Zhang Xihui.

"Jingle Bell!"

Suddenly, a series of crisp and pleasant bells sounded.

Widow Li's complexion changed drastically, as if a rabbit had seen an eagle, and she quickly retracted her palms, her body trembling constantly.

"what happened?"

Zhang Xihui was still scared at first, but after seeing Widow Li acting strangely on the live broadcast screen, her heart was full of doubts.

Not only Widow Li, but even the old man whose head had left his body moved his head back, with a look of fear written all over his face.

"Could it be that the reason why the bell rang just now scared her?"

Zhang Xihui was puzzled, and everyone in the live broadcast room was also full of doubts.

"What's the situation? Why didn't the old woman make a move?"

"I think it must be the heroic appearance of the anchor running away, scaring off the old lady, exuding a domineering air!"

"No, I think the anchor is very likely to be a special professional! Very powerful!"

"Who are you insulting? If you dare to speak ill of our family Xihui, believe it or not, I will ask my elder brother Zha Zhahui to hack you to death!"

"Slaying Dragon Saber, click to give it away, level 999 with one knife, and the damage value is beyond the chart! Watch my big brother B chop your chrysanthemum open with one knife!"

"Big brother, please forgive me. I said that the anchor's special profession is a killer, not the one you imagined, you know! The anchor is nicknamed Back View, and he reads Back View Killer, killing all living beings in seconds, and deterring ghosts!"

"Back killer, hahaha, what can the anchor do about this? The anchor is also very desperate!"

Soon, a series of comments and bullet screens erupted in the live broadcast room.

Mostly four words, back killer.

Zhang Xihui's heart tightened, and she couldn't help but rolled her eyes. It seemed that the word killer from behind was about to form a stalk in her live broadcast room.

From now on, this group of audiences will make fun of her every now and then.

"It's just how did I get offline? Could the ringtone be the soul calling bell in ghost movies?"

Zhang Xihui thought about it, shook her head, not quite agreeing with her guess.

The haunted house in the back of the Three Kingdoms here is full of ghosts, and there should be no Taoist priests.

Even if there are Taoist priests, those Taoist priests are also ghosts. Could it be that ghosts are divided into good ghosts and pregnant ghosts, one group of ghosts bullies people, and the other group of ghosts helps people?
At this moment, the bell continued to ring, and it became louder and louder.

Zhang Xihui looked in the direction from which the bell rang. It was the entrance of the village that had been hazy with smog, and now the smog gradually dissipated.

A group of figures gradually appeared.

The ringing ringing sound became clearer and more pleasant as a group of figures gradually approached.

It's just that the sound has become strange.

It made Zhang Xihui feel like her soul was going to float away.

"It's weird, I'll find a place to hide!"

Zhang Xihui hid behind a large rock nearby, and at the same time turned the camera to point at the cloud.

"Audience friends, I don't know what will happen next, I hope everyone will cheer for the anchor together!"

Zhang Xihui said in a low voice.

Suddenly, I felt that my whole body became cold, as if there was a piece of ice around me.

No, not around, but above the head!
Then, there was a slight sound of bells.

"Ring bell bell!"

Zhang Xihui looked up, her eyes were wide open.

A tall young man with red feathers on his head and bare upper body, was looking at her with folded arms, his eyes were extremely playful.

The young man wore a red canvas around his waist, and the canvas was covered with bells with iron rings.

At this time, the bell was still swaying, and the clear and pleasant sound came from inside.

When Zhang Xihui turned her head this time, she habitually took her mobile phone over.

Therefore, the live camera was aimed at this young man.

When people saw his appearance, they were amazed...