Horror Anchor Who Emerged From Hell

As Lao Feng recounted his encounter with Cuihua Po, no one spoke in the live broadcast room.

When he heard who was isolated in the wooden house, other people began to ask questions in the live broadcast room.

"Although Mrs. Cuihua was said to be a bit scary by Old Feng, she came to the wooden house to find her wife's soul, right?"

"Yeah... Then Yang Xiaoshu may have come to the wooden house, but I don't know what he came here for. And Yang Xiaoshu's death seems to have nothing to do with Cuihua Po. You love It makes sense for Lao Feng to help him with what I want. After all, a living person cannot just watch death, but he must bear the consequences if he takes people's money. This Cuihua woman always feels that she is still a mystery. "

"Let's first see if there is anything else going on behind Lao Feng."

After a brief discussion among the audience in the live broadcast room, Jiang Ye also asked: "Then when did she bring her great-great-grandson and whose great-great-granddaughter?"

"They walked back and forth in the wooden house a few times, and then they stopped beside me without moving. My grandfather and grandson were all looking at me, their eyes motionless. I don't know, what are they doing? "

Hearing this, Jiang Ye thought for a moment, and then said, "Did you find anything about Yang Xiaoshu's death?"

"Wait a minute, anchor. I'll play something for you. I saved some recordings at that time. Yang Xiaoshu's death... his death was very strange!"

After hearing Jiang Ye's inquiry, Lao Feng started operating on his mobile phone, and then opened a recording:

"Hiss... Xiaoshu, haha... He is crazy. He is already old, does he think he can return to the right path? Old Uncle Feng is really not the person I look down on you for making paper. , who do you think would come to your paper maker to do some mundane things now? Those are all feudal superstitions and bad habits. As the times progress, so do our thoughts. "You...just like the little tree, you were given up by the previous generation."

Okay~!"

"Whether I am miserable or not is not the same thing. Xiaoshu's death is too strange. Please tell me quickly, was there anything strange about him a few days before the accident? Did he tell you where he went? ?"

"This...he didn't say it, but he was talking about it in those days. He said that he dreamed about his father, and his father told him in the dream that if he continued to play like this, he would die from the underworld. Come back from the underworld and break his dog legs! Haha, can the dead person really come back from the underworld? I don’t know how Xiaoshu was frightened. He has been telling us these days that he won’t do anything to play out in the future. Call him, he wants to practice his skills and try to pick up their paper-making skills again. "

"Uncle Feng, do you think this is possible? He knows Yang Xiaoshu's virtues better than anyone else, right? When we sang in the county town, he wouldn't even let go of the old lady who was sweeping the floor, and he had to rely on flowers to do it. Can he really get better if he puts his arm around his waist and twists it twice for money?"

“The prodigal son returns with gold that never changes!”

"What did you get in exchange? In exchange, you lost your life. His death was caused by the evil. He was very nervous those days. And every time he went out and saw the sun, he said he felt uncomfortable and felt irritated. Eyes. Oh, by the way, one time we walked to the street. Isn't there a mental hospital in the county? He suddenly grabbed a few of us and said he wanted to go in and take a look.

"We stopped him, but he insisted on going in. As soon as he entered, he stared at the photos of doctors posted in the hospital. Isn't there a photo wall in every hospital? At that time, he stared at After waiting for a while, we went straight to the office of one of the attending doctors. When we saw the doctor, we found that the doctor had eyes. After he entered, he asked the doctor, "do you have eyes?" Is there something wrong?"

"The doctor got angry when he heard that and asked what was wrong with my eyes. Xiaoshu pointed at his eyeballs and said that your eyeballs are the same as mine, without spirit. My dad said that paper-making craftsmen only make the skin and not the heart, but a truly great paper-making craftsman can make the eyes of paper figures look like those of children, full of spirit!" "Uncle Feng, you don't know, after Xiaoshu said this, damn... Then all the doctors in the whole hospital came out. At that time, they all surrounded us and said that your friend has a brain problem and needs treatment as soon as possible. Or they said that money is only a thing outside of the body, and human health is the first priority. You This brother is already seriously ill. Our hospital is mainly for mental illness. We must make a decision as soon as possible!"

"I made a TMLGB decision. If we hadn't run fast, we would have been trapped in the mental hospital and couldn't get out!"

The recording stopped at this time, and Lao Feng's voice sounded again: "Yang Xiaoshu did change before he died. He suddenly wanted to turn back and was particularly fascinated by eyes. He also said something nonsense that a truly powerful paper-making craftsman must be able to add the finishing touches. This is a rule passed down by our ancestors for hundreds and thousands of years. [Is it possible for him to talk nonsense? He must be possessed to say these nonsense!"

Lao Feng said angrily, Jiang Ye said: "The emergence of paper-making is for worship. Since it is for worship, how do you evaluate the craftsmanship of a paper-making person?"

"It depends on whether the thing made is good or not."

"What is good then?"

"Of course it has to be vivid. The tomb made by making it has to look like a house, and the horse made by making it has to be majestic. The sedan chair made by making it has to be grand enough.

"What about the person made by making it?"

"Of course it has to look like a living person, that's the real skill!"

"In that case, can a person be without eyes?"

Jiang Ye asked back, which choked Lao Feng. He said: "But the rules passed down by our ancestors are like this. The eyes cannot be dotted. If you dot them, you will be haunted. Yang Xiaoshu is like this. If he doesn't dot the eyes, will he be found by Cuihua Po? Will he hang himself?"

"But Yang Xiaoshu has the idea of ​​turning back. He knows nothing like you, but he can only make paper-making. But he hasn't practiced for many years, so his skills are rusty. Regardless of whether it is right or wrong to dot the eyes, is it possible that Yang Xiaoshu came out to make some noise and then took the risk to try to dot the eyes?" Jiang Ye said this, and Lao Feng was silent. After a long silence, he said: "It's possible." "Then Mr. Feng, your business can't get around Yang Xiaoshu. In this case, are you willing to invite him out for a meal?" "I am a human, he is a ghost, and I can't see him, so where can I invite him!" "You just make a Yang Xiaoshu and dot his eyes." "This is impossible......!" Lao Feng responded to Jiang Ye without thinking.