Horror Anchor Who Emerged From Hell

The face was like foam in the dishwater, like oil stains floating on the surface of the water.

When the water basin tilted down, the old man's face was stretched.

Especially when the mouth of A Zhang's face tilted out, the whole face became distorted.

The water basin that Lao Huang was holding fell to the ground at that time, but the water was still water, and the face disappeared without knowing when.

"How could this happen? Why was there a face in the water just now?"

"Wait a minute, didn't the anchor just say that after Yue Ziye washed his feet, he knew what it was? There were a pair of handprints on Lao Huang's feet, and after washing his feet, he poured out a human face. Isn't that right? Is the person holding Brother Huang’s ankle the same person just now?”

"Yes, this brother is right, it is very likely that it is like this!"

Although the viewers in the live broadcast room were shocked, they understood a lot in their minds.

Looking at Lao Huang again, he fell to the ground, staring at that face in a daze. After a long time, he uttered two words:

"Brother."

What?

Big brother?

Is that face just now Huang’s eldest brother?

"The face just now is that of my eldest brother. He passed away from cancer many years ago. Why is he holding my feet and not letting me run?"

There was clear fright in Lao Huang's eyes, and his voice was choked with sobs, but the cry in his tone didn't seem to come from fear, but rather from confusion and distress.

Jiang Ye didn't respond immediately. After thinking about it, he said: "Brother, go for a walk outside now. When you come back, pick some grapefruit leaves to wash your feet."

As soon as these words came out, the audience in the live broadcast room went crazy.

"Isn't it? There are only a pair of handprints on the feet. Now the handprints are gone, what else can be a problem?"

"Stop talking, the anchor must have a motive for asking me to do this."

Lao Huang also looked at the live broadcast room eagerly, gritted his teeth at the end, and said: "Okay, I'll take a stroll right away."

As he said this, Lao Huang felt more courageous and walked back and forth towards the reservoir dam.

It took a lot of time to complete this circle. After picking a lot of grapefruit leaves and returning to soak his feet, Lao Huang shakily reached the back door with the basin in hand.

This time he did not pour it directly into the reservoir as before, but slowly poured it out.

When the elongated figure poured out again like oil stains floating on the water, Lao Huang directly hugged his head.

He didn't know if his scalp was numb or if that face was still familiar to him.

"do you know him?"

Jiang Ye asked, and Lao Huang couldn't help but nodded: "I know you, this is my wife."

The lady in Lao Huang's mouth is not his wife, but his grandmother in the local dialect.

"The fingerprints on your hands are indeed different. Lao Huang, please take off your shirt."

Jiang Ye's expression became more solemn than ever before, and the audience in the live broadcast room was also confused.

Why did Lao Huang take off all his clothes?

Is it possible that a human face can appear on his body?

This possibility is unimaginable, but Huang did it anyway. He poured the pot of hot water that he had just boiled into a wooden bucket and put grapefruit leaves on it.

"First lie down on the barrel and scrub your chest with grapefruit leaves and water."

Jiang Ye reminded Lao Huang, who did as he was told. After wiping his chest again and again, Jiang Ye finally asked him to stop.

"Pour out the water."

Jiang Ye said, and Lao Huang walked out the door with the water in the big wooden barrel with some effort.

When he tilted the wooden barrel again, the water flowed out.

In just a few seconds, Lao Huang yelled directly.

"Oh my god!"

He bounced up from the ground, and the wooden barrel completely turned over on the ground, but one face after another was densely packed like beans.

Not to mention Lao Huang, the audience in the live broadcast room also became quiet at this moment.

Jiang Ye could think of the more than 7,000 people in the live broadcast room at this moment, either rubbing their arms hard or scratching their numb scalps.

Lao Huang, who was in the middle of it, let alone, his face lost color in an instant, and he was stunned for a long time before asking: "Anchor, save me, I can't die yet, I really can't die. With so many ghosts haunting me, I will definitely not live long!"

Lao Huang was right, he didn't meet a single ghost, he fell into a ghost cave.

It is not an exaggeration to say that there is probably no place on his body that has not been left with traces by the ghosts.

Jiang Ye has never encountered such a situation, but now the problem is in front of him and he has to solve it.

It seems that Lao Huang has washed out all those faces, but in fact this is a superficial solution.

What did he do, why did so many ghosts leave traces on his body.

The key is that Lao Huang is still alive and well!

Jiang Ye looked at Lao Huang who had lost his soul and asked: "How long has Xiao Feifei been dead?"

"It's been almost a month."

"That means that old man Qian has been dead for almost a month, right?"

"Yes!"

"Which of those faces that just leaked out are your relatives?"

"Only my eldest brother and my wife are, I don't know the others."

Lao Huang said with a crying voice, Jiang Ye was thinking about where the problem was.

After thinking about it, he could only ask again: "Then Lao Huang, what things do you think are particularly strange from before Xiao Feifei's death to now?"

Lao Huang suppressed his inner fear and thought about it for a while, and then he remembered.

"It should be the night before Xiao Feifei died, yes... the night before he died. It was already very late, and I fell asleep in this room. I slept very soundly, but inexplicably I heard someone outside calling me."

"I opened my eyes dazedly at the time, and then I heard more clearly that someone outside was calling my nickname. My nickname is Lao Hei, and everyone in the village calls me that."

"Was the voice that called you a man or a woman?"

"A man."

"Think carefully, is it a man or a woman, that voice Are you familiar with the voice? "

Lao Huang was stunned, thought carefully and then looked up suddenly: "Xiao Feifei... It was Xiao Feifei's voice!"

"The night before Xiao Feifei died, you heard him calling you outside the door? What time was it?"

Lao Huang swallowed hard: "When I woke up, I looked at the wall clock, it seemed to be one o'clock in the morning. Yes, exactly one o'clock."

"Then did you respond? When he called you, did you respond?"

"I responded when I opened my eyes and heard someone calling outside. "

Jiang Ye sighed after listening: "It's really the King of Hell who wants him to die that day, no one can keep him until tomorrow!"

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