God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

The night was dark and silent. Except for the street lights that were still on, there was only the occasional sound of car horns passing by, which made the man who fell into a deep sleep mumble a few words before turning over and falling into a deep sleep again.

So even if the person's movements were gentle, the "creak" sound made when the door opened was still very clear in the darkness.

The young man lying on the bed was sleeping deeply and was not awakened by the sound of the door at all.

The woman walked into the house with two tall men and walked towards her son's room, telling them to keep their voices down from time to time.

One of the tall and strong men looked impatient. He wanted to say something, but was stopped by the man next to him.

Another man shook his head at him in the darkness.

The woman was completely unaware of what was happening behind her. She opened the door carefully and looked at her son who was sleeping peacefully on the bed with a tangled expression.

But after only struggling for a few seconds, the woman nodded to the two people behind her: "Take them away."

The two men looked at each other, smiled and lowered their voices: "Don't worry, your money will never be wasted."

The woman nodded tiredly.

The two men approached the young man who was sleeping on the bed, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and were about to cover the young man's mouth and nose when the young man with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes.

Both of them were startled at the same time.

He Ziyun, who had no trace of sleepiness in his eyes, sat up slowly. He did not look at the two men in front of him like iron towers, but looked straight at the woman with her back to him.

He Ziyun was confused: "Mom, who are they?"

The woman's body stiffened.

……

The old corridor was dilapidated, the creaking overhead lights were tilted, and countless tiny mosquitoes were flying around the pale lights, making a "buzzing" noise.

The disturbed person is depressed.

"Ms. Yang, what should we do now?"

The tall man scratched the mosquito bite on his arm and looked at Yang Jingshu, who was standing in front of a wall not far away and didn't know what she was looking at.

Yang Jingshu is a female alpha, about 1.88 meters tall, dressed in black, with tall black hair, pink eyes and thin lips, which makes her look a bit inaccessible.

When she heard the man's question, she just glanced sideways, and then focused her attention on the map in front of her again.

Yes, all the locations in the building where they are now are posted on this dilapidated wall.

Although most of the pictures have fallen off, if you look closely, you can see the writing that has not disappeared.

Yang Jingshu ignored him, and the man did not dare to say anything.

This dungeon is not too difficult. Seven of the ten anchors are novices. Yang Jingshu is the most talkative among the remaining three senior anchors...at least she will not ignore the novices like the other two and just take care of herself. Walked away.

The man is also an alpha, but his level is not very high. The sentence just now was all the courage he mustered.

The remaining anchors next to them were even more nervous and did not dare to breathe. They just wanted to lie down after this dungeon and must exercise well after returning.

Yang Jingshu didn't look at it for a long time. After roughly writing down all the locations on the damaged map, she waved to the six people surrounding her.

"Come here and discuss the situation."

Six people quickly gathered around.

Yang Jingshu briefly explained the information she got on the map, and then said: "Currently, the place we are in is a school."

As for their current status...

Yang Jingshu: "Yang Jingshu, her identity is an adventure anchor."

The other six people also spoke immediately.

A woman who looked like a female beta said: "My name is Fang Ran. The identity given in the copy is to help position the machine. I should be regarded as your assistant, Miss Yang."

"I am Zhang Wan, the adventure anchor who has recently joined the platform..."

"me too……"

"..."

Finally, it was the tall man who spoke at the beginning. He looked a little surprised, "No, why are you all here for adventure?"

Yang Jingshu was keenly aware that the man's identity was different from theirs: "What are you?"

The man's spine stiffened unconsciously as he was stared at by her cold eyes, and he said honestly: "My name is Zhou Zeng. I am a former student of this school. I am here to find my former first love."

As soon as Zhou Zeng's words came out, everyone including Yang Jingshu was stunned.

Yang Jingshu frowned: "First love?"

What kind of lover is there in this damn place? Is the love affair between people and ghosts going on?

【Huh? Zhou Zeng? ? ? ? 】

【Etc., etc! I remember there was an NPC named Zhou Zenglai in the Omega live broadcast room just now? (Tip: The current user’s speech contains spoilers, which are not visible to the anchor)]

[Yes, I remember it too! 】

[But this guy is really a bit miserable]

[Sympathy for 0.5 seconds]

【…】

Fang Ran, who spoke at the beginning, couldn't help but swallowed: "Then you are quite miserable. I guess the way of clearing the customs is different from ours."

After all, the other five of them all have identities, and they should be part of an expedition group that bravely breaks into the ghost school.

Zhou Zeng, who had just seen the barrage again: "..."

He turned to look at Yang Jingshu. The eyes of the man who was about 1.8 meters were almost watering: "Miss Yang, please help me, help me..."

Yang Jingshu: "..."

Her frown deepened: "Is there any other information?"

Zhou Zeng thought for a while and shook his head: "No, I only have this little information, and everything behind is in a state of lockdown."

It is estimated that it will be triggered after a few people take risks.

After there was no other useful information, Yang Jingshu gave up temporarily and looked up at the six people around her, "We are missing one person."

Everyone was shocked and subconsciously counted the number of people.

Sure enough, apart from the two senior anchors who left at the beginning, there are now only seven of them including Yang Jingshu, which is indeed a small number.

You won't be dragged away by ghosts, right?

Fang Ran had a rich imagination, and all kinds of bloody scenes immediately appeared in his mind, which frightened him so much that he was afraid that a ghost would appear out of nowhere and catch him too.

Yang Jingshu looked at the dark classrooms with glass windows around her and said, "Let's look for clues first and see if we can find the missing anchor."

After all, "Miracle" has not released a clear main mission until now.

No one had any objections.

……

Fengze College.

He Ziyun, who was sandwiched between two tall and strong men, looked at the plaque at the entrance of the college. His eyebrows were soft and delicate, and he looked like a beautiful sculpture doll under the streetlight in front of the school gate.

One of the men lowered his head and glanced at He Ziyun, who was silent, and said with a smile: "Why the hell did you send it back to him again?"

Another man lowered his head to reply to the message and responded: "This guy likes men, and his mother found out."

The man's eyebrows rose in shock: "Oh my God, then he won't be able to stay in the academy for several years?"

"What does that have to do with us?"

Another man sneered: "Her mother is willing to pay us to help her son get his roots straight back. We just collect the money."

"That's true..."

He Ziyun, who was at the center of the conversation, looked calm, and even showed a shy smile when the two men looked over.

Two men: "..."

"Is there something wrong with him?"

The man pointed to his head.

The other man shook his head: "It's none of our business."

He Ziyun, who had some brain problems: "..."

When passing by the huge erected plaque of Fengze College, He Ziyun glanced down almost invisible.

The plaque is very impressive, with a brass color and flying fonts that look both regular and cursive, quite literary.

Of course, if there weren't those squirming black-red liquids in the shadow behind the plaque, He Ziyun would still appreciate the plaque.