After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

heh. "

"Everyone! I want to say! Brother Yan's photo! It really has the effect of warding off evil spirits!"

Someone excitedly shared their experiences.

She originally thought that Yan Shixun was too good-looking, so she printed the screenshot and put it in a photo frame at home because she wanted to lick her face.

Unexpectedly, this actually saved her life.

When she was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, she felt a cold air creeping down her neck. She thought it was because the quilt was not tucked in properly, but when she raised her hand, she felt sticky. She opened her eyes in confusion and looked at it in a daze. It was discovered that the headless plaster statue that had been placed in the living room had appeared beside her bed, and the knife in her hand had already cut her neck.

She was frightened out of her wits, and desperately picked up the things around her and threw them at them, trying to force the plaster statue back.

Because of this, he smashed the photo frame out.

The headless plaster statue, which didn't dodge or dodge or hurt, burned into flames the moment it touched the photo frame. Even if it struggled desperately, it quickly turned into a handful of ashes.

When she picked up the photo frame in shock, she met Yan Shixun's staring eyes as she stepped on the huge statue of a god.

Indifferent, sharp, but with absolute power.

Can kill all the evil spirits in the world.

She immediately settled down, feeling that she had enough reassuring backing.

Throughout the night, her family hid at home holding the photo frame tightly, and passed the night safely amidst the noise and crying outside.

When she excitedly shared this story, many people were shocked.

"My god, do Brother Yan's photos still have this effect?"

"Good guy, it works better than spells, don't let anyone stop me, I'm going to print a few more and put them at home to ward off evil spirits!"

"I'm going to put Brother Yan's photo in the necklace pendant and use it as a safety clasp."

"Actually, this happened to me too... I used to think Brother Yan was too good-looking, but now? Master! Master!!"

"Hahahaha Brother Yan was forced to become famous."

"Yanmai was stunned. Although I am a fan of Brother Yan's career, I never expected it to go in this way! The owner of the other family is not so famous, why did he come to my house, so...huh?"

When everyone was discussing enthusiastically, the live broadcast platform finally popped up a notice, saying that the live broadcast will be launched soon.

Soon, the original live broadcast screen with no signal showed a scene where the camera was shaking and the world was spinning. From time to time, people's palms and suddenly enlarged faces appeared. It should be the staff adjusting the camera.

When the camera stabilized, what appeared in front of the camera were the busy figures of the program crew packing up their things.

The voices of the guests can also be heard from not far away.

The audience anxiously searched for the faces they cared about in the live broadcast.

An Nanyuan, Song Ci, Bai Shuang... faces passed by in the live broadcast, and the hearts of the audience slowly relaxed.

But the figures of Yan Shixun and Lu Xingxing never appeared under the camera.

More perceptive viewers noticed that Zhang Wubing, who always cared most about the show, did not appear.

Just when the audience was wondering, a magnetic voice with a smile came from outside the camera.

"Yan Shixun, it's time for you to tell the show that you are safe, many people want to see you."

Some people find it very strange that this voice sounds very similar to director Zhang Wubing's voice, but there are some subtle differences that cannot be explained.

It wasn't Zhang Wubing's silly but warm voice, but a voice as clear as still water. Under the calm and noble surface, there was a thick and undetectable history hidden.

A lot of voice control people feel... Mama, I'm in love!

Which little brother's voice is this, it's so nice!

But some people also found that this person's identity was a bit strange.

The rest of the people called Yan Shixun either Mr. Yan or Brother Yan, and Taoist priests usually called Yan Daoyou, but no one ever called Yan Shixun by his full name.

Who is this person?

When everyone was wondering, a pair of slender white palms stretched out, occupying a part of the lens range, as if they were adjusting the angle of the lens.

The next moment, Yan Shixun's figure appeared under the shaking camera.

Among the busy workers and rescuers who shuttled back and forth, he stood silently, as if he had been separated from the world.

The black hair fell down, and the shadow blocked part of his eyes, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly.

And his overcoat was also scratched and damaged, and blood oozed from the wound, which had not been bandaged yet.

The audience stared at the screen worriedly, and some people asked distressedly: "How do you feel, Brother Yan seems to have cried? What happened?"

The clear and magnetic voice asked Yan Shixun with a chuckle: "Some people say you have cried, Yan Shixun."

Yan Shixun's slender eyelashes trembled, like an eagle whose wings were wet by the rainstorm.

"Have you ever cried..."

He murmured softly.