Weird: You call this a daily anchor?

Chapter 54
The touch from Du Haoyang's fingertips was a little strange, but also a little familiar.

The surface of the moxa sticks is very dry, but when touched by fingers, there is a slight greasy touch.

"This is……?"

Du Haoyang frowned slightly, ignored Uncle Zhao's obstruction, put the moxa stick to the tip of his nose, and took a light sniff.

"Oh, why don't you listen to me... You can't..." Uncle Zhao was a little anxious, and pulled Du Haoyang's hand away from his face, "Look, it's hard!"

Du Haoyang bent down and retched continuously, feeling nauseated again and again.

"You can't go wrong, there is almost no difference between this and the taste of offering incense..."

Although Du Haoyang felt uncomfortable, he did not regret it.

He is very sure that the moxa-like object he is holding in his hand at this moment may have the same effect as offering incense.

It's just that the weird scent that reverberates in Du Haoyang's nasal cavity at this moment is much lighter than the offering incense.

But it was exactly as it should be, this weird and disgusting scent made Du Haoyang feel more uncomfortable than offering incense.

If offering incense is to pour fragrance into Du Haoyang's brain, after the initial adaptation period, his brain has basically been paralyzed.

And the smell of this moxa stick drifts in the nasal cavity bit by bit, far from achieving the effect of numbness, on the contrary, Du Haoyang can clearly feel the level of this strange smell.

"Are you okay? Shall I pour you a glass of water?"

Seeing that Du Haoyang was really uncomfortable, Uncle Ma stood up.

But Du Haoyang pulled him back.

"It's okay, uncle, just take it easy."

Du Haoyang shook his head, took a few breaths of fresh air, and his complexion improved a lot.

Although this smell was really unacceptable, Du Haoyang had experienced a feeling that was even more unacceptable. After getting used to it a little at first, Du Haoyang didn't have much reaction to it.

"Compared to the smell in my mind at the moment of offering incense, I still checked a lot..."

After muttering a few words in a low voice, Du Haoyang raised his head.

"It's really all right?" Uncle Zhao was a little surprised, "I tried to smell it before, but it was uncomfortable for several days..."

After waving his hands, Du Haoyang signaled the uncle not to continue this topic, and then started asking.

"Uncle Zhao, what did you give me? Why does it taste so strong? Who gave it to you?"

Du Haoyang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression became serious.

The usage of moxa that Uncle Zhao said before is also consistent with the method of using incense, and judging from Uncle Zhao's performance, he must know more.

Du Haoyang was very curious, this thing is logically out of reach of ordinary people, why is Uncle Zhao so proficient?
Whether facing the grotesqueness of crying or the usage of this moxa stick, Uncle Zhao has done it in a straight-forward manner.

"Could it be that he is guided by an expert?" Du Haoyang couldn't help being a little excited when he thought of this, "If I can meet the person who taught him these things, I'm afraid many problems can be easily solved..."

Du Haoyang recalled the viewer whose ID was [Pindao Jiuqi] during the live broadcast last night.

Before, I was still worrying about how to contact this Taoist priest who knows a lot, or how to contact someone who understands in reality.

I didn't expect that there was a person who had contact with this area living next door to my house.

It was really unintentional.

"Who taught you these things, it looks amazing!"

Du Haoyang was a little anxious, and his tone was a little hasty for a while.

Uncle Zhao's expression changed, as if he was a little vigilant, but soon relaxed again.

"I can't tell you the specifics. Anyway, this thing is used in this way. If you live longer, you will understand many things."

Uncle Zhao shook his head, indicating that he was also inconvenient.

"I understand everything I know, and it's useless to talk about it if I don't know it?" Du Haoyang curled his lips, feeling a little helpless.

I have rented this place for less than a year, and I spend most of my time at home, so I really don't know much about Ping An Building.

If it weren't for the inexplicable triggering of the optional live broadcast mission, Du Haoyang would not have known that there could be so many weird places where he lived.

But now that I want to know more about it, all the neighbors seem to know everything and don't want to talk about it. Du Haoyang is a little bit crazy when he hides his words.

"Can't you really tell me? If you really can't, how about introducing me to the person who gave you moxa?"

Du Haoyang still wanted to struggle, but as soon as the words came out, Uncle Zhao's face darkened.

"There's really nothing to say, you'll know if you stay longer." Uncle Zhao stood up and took a breath, "It's better for you to finish things early, or wait until night..."

Shaking his head, Uncle Zhao didn't continue, but the urging was already very obvious.

Seeing this, Du Haoyang didn't have much to say, so he got up and walked out.

Just as he walked to the door, Uncle Zhao spoke again, as if he had figured out something, his voice was relieved.

"When you finish ordering the moxa sticks and do as I said, when you come back I...I'll tell you again, otherwise..."

Du Haoyang turned his head to look at Uncle Zhao. He sank into the sofa, feeling a little depressed.

"Okay, Uncle Zhao, then I'll go back as soon as I go!"

Du Haoyang nodded, then opened the door and walked out of 1201.

Before the door closed, Uncle Zhao's instructions came from inside.

"Remember, no matter what you hear and see, don't worry about it, just pretend you can't hear it! Feel back when you're done!"

click-
The door closed behind him, and there seemed to be a sound of locking the door.

Du Haoyang glanced at it slightly, but didn't care, and looked towards the stairwell at the other end of the corridor.

The stairwell was pitch black, like a mouth that chooses someone to eat.

In the empty corridor, Du Haoyang was the only figure.

The corridor is in the shape of a 匚, and the two stairwells are located at the corners of the corridor. There is still a long distance to go to the stairwell.

As the door of Room 1201 was closed, Youyou's crying could be faintly heard in the corridor, and as time passed, the sound became more and more solid.

Shaking his head, Du Haoyang bit the tip of his tongue to keep himself awake.

"This is the first time that I have faced the weirdness without live broadcast equipment. It's so exciting..."

Following the crying, Du Haoyang walked to the door of No. 1204 in two or three steps.

Without lighting the moxa stick in his hand immediately, Du Haoyang tilted his ears slightly.

"The voice came from my door..."

After confirming the situation, Du Haoyang took out the lighter given by Uncle Zhao just now, and suddenly lit the moxa stick.

A faint white smoke emitted from the moxa stick in Du Haoyang's hand, like water vapor floating above the hot water.

"Is such a light smoke really useful?"

Accompanied by the burning, the moxa sticks continued to make stinging and stinging sounds.

"How did this moxa stick burn so fast?"

Du Haoyang looked at the rapidly burning moxa stick and smacked his lips.

"What are you doing? There is still a time limit?"

(End of this chapter)