Weird: You call this a daily anchor?

Chapter 7 It's all here, let's go after the incense stick

"Ma Jiujiu? Ma Jiujiu?" Du Haoyang called twice, but there was no response, "Maybe I really can't sleep anymore."

Speaking of which, although the company did not specify the subject matter for the trial broadcast, it did specify the time for the live broadcast.

It is broadcast from eleven o'clock to one o'clock in the morning of the next day, which is what people often call Zishi.

Before this period of time, I couldn't open the live broadcast software anyway.

"It's still a bit late, isn't this reducing the potential viewers of the live broadcast in disguise?" Du Haoyang complained, after all, the less the viewers are, the less the share he can get.

"Oh no, I'm Tanling Live, that's fine."

"According to the speculation just now, the grotesque attached to the girl named Ningning has not left this haunted house. In other words, if I want to explore in the haunted house, I still need to pay more attention."

"Not to mention, I am now trapped in this so-called weird realm." Du Haoyang thought, "According to my previous experience in writing novels, I usually encounter this kind of closed space and want to escape. Going out is probably to find out what happened in the haunted house."

"Or skip the investigation and go directly to the final boss."

"However, speaking of it, I'm obviously trapped here, so why is that brother Niu Ma and his party able to go out freely?"

"There is another question, why did the possessed grotesque stop at the door when he obviously wanted to leave?" Du Haoyang was puzzled.

"Could it be? It was also trapped by this weird domain? I'm afraid it's almost the same."

After trying to understand some of the reasons, Du Haoyang began to explain to the barrage.

"It's probably like this. Now that I'm trapped here, if I want to leave, I'm afraid I have to go deeper into the haunted house to find out what happened back then."

"Since the grotesque hasn't left and is trapped here, I'll try to say as little as possible next time. If something happens and I don't pay attention, everyone remember to remind me with a barrage."

"However, before continuing to explore, I will offer them a stick of incense." Du Haoyang pointed to the ground where he picked up the bones just now.

But what remained on the ground was a translucent arm.

"This arm?" Du Haoyang thought for a moment, and finally decided to leave it alone.

Who would have thought that when bending down to clear out an area where incense can be burned, a "marble" fell from the bag, rolled around, and just landed in the palm of the little hand.

Du Haoyang naturally noticed it. Just as he was about to reach out to pick it up, he found that the arm was slightly dim, and that "marble" was emitting a faint gleam.

"This is?" Du Haoyang took out a few more "marbles" from his bag, put them on his arms, and all of them lit up without exception.

"This scene, why is it so like refining a magic weapon?" Seeing this scene, Du Haoyang poured the phalanx he had picked up on his arm, and the arm disappeared instantly, while the few phalanxes began to scatter slightly. Light.

Counted, no more, no less, exactly ten.

The ten phalanxes that have changed are cold and smooth in the hand, not like the rest of the messy ones.

After a while, the light slowly dissipated.

Du Haoyang smashed his mouth, wrapped the two finger bones separately and put them away.

This phalanx is useful, for some reason, Du Haoyang is very sure of this.

After packing up his things, Du Haoyang took out the shortest stick of incense, and then took out the lighter.

It sounds nice, but in fact, Du Haoyang wants to try this incense to see what it is good for.

With excitement, controlled trembling hands, and an uncontrollable desire to die, Du Haoyang pressed the lighter.

The orange flame brought a hint of warmth in the darkness.

But the moment it touched the incense head, the flame turned blue, but after another moment, the flame went out.

Instead, there was a bright red light, and the incense was lit.

A strong pungent smell was inhaled by Du Haoyang's nostrils along with the fluttering smoke.

Du Haoyang only felt that his nasal cavity was covered with a thick layer of grease, accompanied by the pungent smell of inferior cigarettes.

Ordinary incense sticks are usually placed in numbers of one, three, and nine, but at this time, the smell is like someone ignited bundles of incense and stuffed them in front of you.

Not to mention the sticky touch of the oil, just like someone squeezed two tablespoons of rotten lard into the nasal cavity, the nasal cavity and the entire trachea felt sticky.

Nausea, nausea, this is Du Haoyang's reaction the moment he came into contact with it.

But the strange thing is that his consciousness is not like the drowsiness that should have come with these reactions, but is extremely sober.

This kind of sobriety made his uncomfortable feeling extremely magnified, and he could clearly distinguish the mixture of putrid oil and pungent fragrance brought by every breath.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Du Haoyang began to observe this incense.

Incense, as a commonly used prop for sacrifice, naturally has some uses.

For example, lighting a stick of incense in the house can be used to judge whether there is a ghost according to the direction of the cigarette.

It is said that if you light an incense stick in an unventilated room, if the cigarette rises up to [-] to [-] centimeters before spreading out, it means that the room is clean;

If there is no wind but the cigarette is floating randomly, as if being sucked away, it is floating in other directions, it means that there may be these dirty things in the house, and the position where the cigarette points is where it stays.

The thick, solid cigarette in front of him rushed straight to the ceiling, and slowly spread out after touching the ceiling.

Du Haoyang sighed slightly, the room should be clean.

Just when Du Haoyang was relieved and was about to continue exploring the haunted house, the direction of the smoke suddenly changed.

Pointing straight towards the door.

The white thread rushed out of the room, into the corridor, and then slowly spread out in the corridor.

Du Haoyang stopped when he was about to leave.

On the screen of the mobile phone, a group of grotesques surged in the corridor!

One by one, their bodies were leaning forward, their heads held high, and their noses were shaking wildly, or what looked like noses, and they almost ran over with all fours.

Most of them were grinning little grotesques, but there was one who walked at the front of the line with a few little grotesques lying on his body.

Du Haoyang's pupils shrank.

This is!That grotesque!That low-level grotesque attached to Ning Ning!

The feeling of oppression brought by this low-level grotesque is far beyond that of the group of little grotesques behind him!

It wasn't obvious when it was attached to the girl before, but now it was in the corridor, and when it walked into the room step by step, Du Haoyang couldn't move at all due to the oppressive feeling.

"It's over, it's over, I'm afraid I have to explain it here..." Du Haoyang trembled a little, not because of fear, but because he was breaking out in a cold sweat from excitement.

"It turns out that [they will like it] mentioned in the introduction, is it this kind of like..."

The twisted monster walking in the front finally stepped into the room. The moment it entered the room, a feeling of staring at it suddenly flooded Du Haoyang's heart.

"It's... looking at me."

(End of this chapter)