How many days can the top rich boyfriend live?

Yuan Haokun was holding a mobile phone in his hand, and Jiang Luo was walking in front. They originally just wanted to have a few witnesses in the live broadcast room, even just one or two would be good.

I don’t know if it’s because there are too few hosts in the supernatural section, or if their topic is too attractive, but as soon as the title was posted, it attracted hundreds of people in an instant.

Jiang Luo was a little caught off guard. What if nothing was broadcast? Wouldn't that disappoint everyone?

He showed his face in the live broadcast room and said in a low voice: "The place we are here today is near the Jingbing River behind the Shuangjing Lake of H University. Friends who know H University should know that this side of the Jingbing River is covered with dense forests all year round. This area used to be the Zhao Family Tomb, which is said to be the ancestral tomb of the landlord Zhao family. There are many supernatural stories about this place. Today we will take you to see what secrets are hidden here."

Before Jiang Luo finished speaking, a group of people started to comment frantically: "Fuck, it's a handsome guy!"

"With a face like this, shouldn't you go to the entertainment section?"

"Yeah, yeah, aren't all the supernatural sections full of talented people?"

"Are you talking about the Ton Ton next door? Hahaha!"

"Don't read it, it's a bad review!"

"Little brother, your neighbors are all catching wild mandarin ducks, but you are the only one who is seriously catching ghosts. Are there really ghosts?"

"I don't know if there are any ghosts, but this goblin is pretty good, little brother."

"I don't care, I only care about his face, I want to give him gifts!"

As soon as the barrage passed by, countless gifts came pouring towards Jiang Luo's live broadcast room.

Seeing the popularity of the live broadcast room growing higher and higher, it even soared to the newcomer list and was directly pushed to the homepage of a live broadcast website.

Yuan Haokun was surprised and said, "Boss, it's actually popular..."

He was also a little worried at this time. If Lin Songbai didn't fall for it, they might be in trouble today.

Jiang Luo was not worried. He whispered to Yuan Haokun, "Turn it to silent mode. Don't disturb the undead."

The comments started floating again: "Hahaha, the little brother is so cute, the way he seriously said not to disturb the undead is much better than the acting of some young handsome guys!"

"Brother, don't you want to enter the entertainment industry? I'm willing to spend money to support you!"

"I just came in. Can anyone tell me what this is doing?"

"Keep your voice down upstairs! This is a great Taoist priest catching ghosts!"

"Fuck, is this true? I don't have much education, so don't lie to me!"

Then the barrage was full of hahahaha, and another wave of gifts came.

Yuan Haokun turned his phone to silent mode. Jiang Luo signaled him to hide behind the bushes and hid the phone on a tree trunk.

Jiang Luo finally said something on the screen: "Let's wait quietly for a while and see what interesting things the phone will capture."

After saying that, he moved the phone to face an open space in front.

That piece of vacant land was not chosen randomly; it was the place where the man in work clothes buried the body that night.

Question marks began to float in the barrage: "No way, host, you're just going to let us watch this empty space?"

"I've seen people paddling during live broadcasts, but I've never seen anyone paddling so hard! Are you kidding us, host?"

"Let's go, it's boring. Another one who is trying to be mysterious just because he has the nerve to do so."

A group of people left the live broadcast room, which reduced Yuan Haokun's pressure a lot.

To be honest, he has always had a dream of becoming a host, and if he fails this time... that's no big deal.

The main reason is that this opportunity is rare and he wants to make good use of it.

Although a group of people left because of Jiang Luo's operation, there are still stubborn people in this world. The more others question them, the more they will stay put.

"Everyone left? That's great! I'm going to be imprisoned in this live studio today!"

"Don't leave upstairs. I'll go to jail with you! I want to see what this little demon has up his sleeve."

"+1, I want to see what this little goblin has up his sleeve!"

In an instant, this sentence filled the entire screen, causing Yuan Haokun to hold back his laughter.

He smiled and whispered to Jiang Luo: "Boss, these people are quite idle every day."

Jiang Luo said: "Everyone is curious, don't worry about it. We don't know how long we will be here today."

He lowered his head and glanced at the time. It was almost dawn. The voices in the distance gradually died down and the lights in the dormitory had long been turned off.

There were fewer and fewer stubborn people in the live broadcast room, from a peak of one thousand people to more than one hundred. Yuan Haokun next to him also began to yawn, and everything seemed so quiet as if it was under surveillance.

A stubborn person suddenly posted: "Will we be filming until midnight when someone comes to take a shit?"

The comments were all hahaha, and Yuan Haokun thought to himself, these people are really idle, staying up late at night to watch the surveillance cameras.

Just when the barrage was peaceful, there was a sudden sound of branches cracking not far away.

Jiang Luo put his finger to his lips and whispered, "Shh!"

A furtive figure quietly entered the camera. The man was wearing a dark blue windbreaker, a mask, and carrying a canvas bag. A handle protruded from the bag, which seemed to be a shovel.

Jiang Luo didn't say anything, but the barrage in the live broadcast room exploded: "Ahhh, what is that? There really is a ghost???"

"It can't be such a coincidence, right? I'm starting to suspect that this was arranged by the host! Host, please come out!"

"I don't think it's fake. Look at that man, he's sneaking around and I don't know what he's doing. I don't think he's a ghost, but he seems to have done something bad!"

"Look at the weather, is it going to rain? The common saying is to steal the wind but not the rain. This man came here at this time, I'm afraid he has done something wrong!"

"Why aren't you talking? Can you please tell me what's going on?"

"It's only true if the anchor doesn't speak, right? If the anchor speaks, doesn't that mean it's a staged broadcast?"

The barrage was very lively, but Jiang Luo and Yuan Haokun were in no mood to pay attention to these things. They stared at the furtive figure not far away.

The man opened the canvas bag, took out an ordnance shovel from it, looked around and started digging hard.

The comments went crazy: "Ahhh he is digging??? What is he digging???"

"It's the middle of the night. Are you trying to dig for a treasure chest?"

"Stop talking about the guy upstairs. It can't be... digging... that thing, right?"

"Is it illegal to say that word? Let me first say, you are digging up a corpse, right? Host, you have been creating this atmosphere for so long, is it just for this scene? Indeed, this is a very fresh setting."

"Don't say that. Why do I feel like it's real? Look, the anchor doesn't even dare to speak."

"If I don't act more realistically, how can I attract people like you to come here?"

Jiang Luo didn't pay attention to the dispute in the barrage, but stared at Lin Songbai who was digging the ground.

After digging for more than half an hour, we finally found the suitcase.

He dragged the suitcase out, and immediately realized that something was wrong because the suitcase was too light.

In the live broadcast room, the barrage of comments filled the entire screen. Everywhere you looked, all you could hear was: “Ah ...

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

Jiang Luo still didn't pay attention to the live broadcast room. He whispered to Yuan Haokun: "Will he continue digging?"

Yuan Haokun was so nervous that he started to tremble, and even his voice changed: "No... I don't know, will... will dig it?"

Because the two people were close to the phone, all the breathing sounds were picked up by the phone, and everyone who was watching the live broadcast with headphones could hear it.

The comments became more and more crazy: "Wow, now I believe the anchor is real. Just now, one of the anchors' voice was shaking."

"It's hard to imagine. If I were there, I would be scared to death!"

"I'm starting to get scared. Anchor, please be careful! Even though there are two of you, that guy has a shovel in his hand!"

"What should we do? Call the police? I think there's something seriously wrong with this guy."

"Wait, H floated by, why does this guy look familiar to me?"

"He looks familiar. Why do I feel like his figure is very similar to... the president of our H University?"

As the discussion continued, Lin Songbai dug even harder, and this time he dug for twice as long as last time.

Maybe because the land was buried a year ago and had been trampled down, an hour later, he finally dug up a suitcase that was already tattered in color.

Lin Songbai dragged the suitcase out of the pit and unzipped it with burning eyes.