Chasing dreams Deyun started from the car accident Fenhewan

Chapter 378 One hand......

The entire theater was almost silent, and some audience members had some snacks and water bottles in their hands, and they had completely forgotten about them.

Some smokers couldn't help touching the cigarette case in their pockets, took it out and put it in a place farther away.

What is it like for a good storyteller to tell a slightly scary story? The audience off the stage and the audience in the webcast room can now give the answer, that is, the story has changed from slightly scary to extraordinarily scary.

The most important thing is that Shen Changle is really bad, whether it is a horror story or a horror movie, in fact, most people are still unwilling to watch it, after all, everyone has the emotion of fear.

But the bad thing about Shen Changle is that before he brought out a scary point, he passed the baggage in advance to make the audience laugh. There was no prelude at all, and he went straight to the special, and the comedy turned into fear in an instant.

Originally, the audience off the stage and the audience in the webcast room were all listening to the inspiring and hospitable stories, playing tricks one by one, eating snacks and drinks and looking very happy.

The result was almost a few words of effort, and it was originally a stand-up comedy that developed into the form of a horror story in an instant.

The most embarrassing thing is that the story has already been half heard, and all the audience are the same. Although it is a bit creepy to hear, after all, they have heard half of it.

Everyone is curious about why this cigarette case was lost, who wrote the note, and what shocking secret still needs to be heard in the cemetery. Could it be that there is a [-]% discount on the whole site of the graveyard dance during the Qingming Festival, and lucky tourists will be drawn to buy it? Is there a ghost situation over? ? ?
Shen Changle looked at the extremely curious and terrified look of the audience below, smiled secretly, and continued talking.

Shen Changle said: "Bai Xiaoping frowned and muttered while holding the note. A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and suddenly he had an excellent idea. Didn't the editor-in-chief Wang Liao ask him to write a manuscript? Then I will write about this matter." Come out."

"Hey! Otherwise, there is something. As soon as the inspiration came, Bai Xiaoping quickly wrote the manuscript in just over an hour, and it was successfully published in the Sanqi 25 newspaper the next day."

"People in Jinling usually read newspapers full of star news, gossip, and gossip. Who would have thought that an unfinished supernatural story would be published today, and the people of Jinling would instantly become overwhelmed. Every family would read newspapers. I am very excited, and then I will make up guesses with everyone outside."

"There is no doubt that the March 25th [-] newspaper is a big hit. Editor-in-chief Wang Liao is very happy. After complimenting him fiercely, he gave Bai Xiaoping a deadly mission. Tomorrow, he must go to the Cemetery of All Nations and write the sequel of this story for him. .”

"Bai Xiaoping waved his hands wildly to refuse, but the editor-in-chief Wang Liao was soft and hard, and he used both soft and hard methods to convince the reluctant Bai Xiaoping."

Shen Changle returned to his normal tone, and the emotions of the audience gradually recovered. Everyone listened carefully, and Bai Xiaoping walked to the Cemetery of All Nations step by step, and came here to meet an old man guarding the grave.

"The old man who guards the grave shook his head and didn't speak, but Bai Xiaoping was so anxious. There is tomb No. 36 and No. 38 in the Cemetery of All Nations in Nuo Da. Where did this No. 37 come from? Where should I find it?"

"Bai Xiaoping thought about it and asked the old man who guarded the grave. He went out and bought another bag of cooked food and two bottles of wine. When he came back, he started drinking with the old man who kept the grave."

"After coming and going, drinking and drinking, the old man guarding the grave finally started to chat, recalling the memories of his youth."

Shen Changle said: "Bai Xiaoping listened to it for a long time, and couldn't help but feel a little bit blind. After talking for two hours, the grave keeper is about to talk about his eight years old. The old grave keeper looks conservative and estimates that he is [-] years old. , After all, it’s already dawn.”

"Master, please listen to me first. I want to ask you something. Do you know where this grave No. 37 is? Does anyone still burn paper?" Shen Changle said like a middle-aged man.

Shen Changle smiled, and said with a big tongue: "This is the No. 37 grave. It is indeed there. It is the No. 38 grave to the right. Just look at the largest grave."

"As for the issue of burning paper, this family really has some meanings. This tomb, every day, people come to burn paper and set up food and drink offerings..."

The auditorium was originally tense because of some soothing emotions. All the audience's eyes, ears, and attention were focused on Shen Changle on the stage.

Shen Changle continued: "The grave guard is drunk and fell asleep gently. Bai Xiaoping raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was 42:[-]. The time was just right. Bai Xiaoping struggled with the time for a long time, but decided to Take a gamble to see your own promotion and salary increase.”

"I don't know if anyone has been to the cemetery at night. The cemetery at night is completely different from the daytime. There are stone tablets, graves, and eyes full of fear. Do you think you can't be afraid? Don't It is scary enough to say that there are hundreds of graves, even if there are hundreds of steamed buns."

"Bai Xiaoping walked through the graves, as if he could hear Bai Xiaoping's heartbeat, and finally found this grave No. 37."

Shen Changle took out the folding fan as a gesture, and looked at it carefully: "The grave guard is right, people really come to this tomb often, who is it???"

"Bai Xiaoping leaned against the grave by himself. The traces of use on the tombstone are very old. I think it is possible that he is really a ghost? He is old and dead!!!"

Shen Changle said: "Bai Xiaoping is thinking about it quietly, but looking at the posture of this tomb now, there is no one coming around, and when he looks at his watch, it is already 59:[-], and Bai Xiaoping's heart is fluctuating. This second is getting closer to the target of twelve o'clock."

"three…………"

"two…………"

"one…………"

The audience followed in a small voice, and all the audience off the stage and in the live broadcast room knew that something big was going to happen here.

Shen Changle said in a low tone: "At the last second, Bai Xiaoping suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, leaning his back against the grave, Bai Xiaoping looked around, and nothing changed."

"Bai Xiaoping let out a laugh, and patted the dust on his body lightly. He thought in his heart that this incident was finally over. He went back to the manuscript and wrote it directly. In fact, someone made trouble, and nothing major happened at all."

Shen Changle paused for a moment, then suddenly became serious, emphasizing the pronunciation of the words and said: "At this time, before Bai Xiaoping could react, he was patting the dust on his body and was about to leave with his back to the grave. At this time, the 37 The tomb of Grave No. [-] burst open with a bang!!!

"A snow-white and flawless hand exuding a chill lightly rested on Bai Xiaoping's shoulder..."

"Bai Xiaoping, you came on time." Shen Changle's voice was instantly soft and cold, with a hint of teasing.

In an instant, Shen Changle's female voice was transmitted to the ears of every audience through the sound system. In an instant, it seemed that a glamorous female ghost really stretched out a hand, gently put it on the shoulders of each audience, and approached The head whispered beside the ear.

(End of this chapter)