Horror Anchor Who Emerged From Hell

The words of the person watching the mausoleum revealed several young people.

Among those young people, there was a girl with red hair, but she was the one banging on the window during the thunderstorm night.

They not only appeared here at Guanling Ren, but also appeared in Qian Feng’s shop!

"Anchor, are those young people causing trouble?"

"It's probably them. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?"

"Anchor, please find them. If you find them and ask them, it will be clear.

The audience's words made Jiang Ye nod: "Indeed, since Qian Feng and the uncle who watched the mausoleum have met, their problem is very serious. But why are they looking for Qian Feng, and why do they come here in the middle of the night? Slap on Uncle Kanling’s window? Qian Feng, and Uncle Kanling, do you know them?"

"I've never seen "797" before. I'm pretty sure that was the first time I saw them." Qian Feng said firmly.

Uncle Kan Ling thought for a while and said, "I don't know them either, but in my mind I feel like I've seen them before and I can't remember them."

Seeing Lingren's reaction reminded Jiang Ye of something.

"Uncle Ling, besides guarding the cemetery here, what other responsibilities do you have at work?"

"It's to prevent others from causing trouble and damaging the cemetery, but generally no one will do that. In addition to this, it's also to manage the sanitation of the cemetery and clean up the garbage in the aisles."

Jiang Ye nodded: "Okay, Qian Feng, you and uncle go to the cemetery together, starting from the bottom to the top, and take a look at the photos on every tombstone."

"Anchor, what do you mean..." Qian Feng hesitated to speak.

But Jiang Ye's meaning was already clear. Those young boys and girls were probably buried in this cemetery.

Seeing that Uncle Ling had gotten up, Qian Feng followed him and the two others went to the tomb in the cemetery.

He found the fifth row from the bottom, and within two steps, the mausoleum-seeing man grabbed Qian Feng's hand and pointed at one of the tombstones, his expression changing.

Qian Feng looked at it, his eyes widened a bit, and he shouted: "It's him, he was the one that night!"

"And him, they... they were buried together!"

There are four tombs in a row, and each tomb has a photo on its monument.

The four people in the photo were carrying firewood for the mausoleum watchers that night, and also went to Qianfeng Supermarket.

The oldest of the four of them may not be eighteen years old, and they all look like childish children.

Looking at them, Qian Feng looked puzzled and asked: "I don't know them, why did they come to me? Why did they throw me in front of the old lady's tombstone again?"

It is said that every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. Although I, Qian Feng, have no future, I have never harmed anyone. "

The person who looked at the tomb was even more puzzled. Even though he was a tomb keeper, he never disrespected the deceased in the cemetery. Even apart from his daily work, he would not pay attention to which person is buried in which grave.

"Mr. Zhu, you might as well join the video and see if you recognize any of them."

Jiang Ye invited Mrs. Wang Guilian's eldest son Zhu Hua into the live broadcast room. As soon as the latter's video was opened, "Looking at his appearance, Jiang Ye was suddenly stunned.

But Jiang Ye didn't say anything. Zhu Hua looked at the photos and then shook his head: "I don't know him, I've never seen him before."

Qian Feng's words were correct. As the saying goes, every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. If this person turned into a ghost after his death and is still haunting a living person, there must be something involved.

Although people who become ghosts after death will have some ability to confuse people's hearts, if they are not the kind of crazy people, they will not harm innocent people after turning into ghosts.

Jiang Ye took a deep look at Zhu Hua, then fell on Qian Feng, and asked: "Mr. Qian, I remember there is another person in your story, right? It's the one holding a broken bowl with money in his mouth. woman."

"Yes, there is such a woman.

"Is she the only girl among the four?"

"No, even though I drank a little too much that night and I didn't see her face clearly, I'm sure I can clearly tell the difference between a woman and a girl. They are completely different in age."

Jiang Ye nodded and said: Then continue searching here to see if she still exists in this cemetery. Also, look at Uncle Ling, I have something I want you to do. "

"Hey, sir, tell me."

"Find some candles, light them all, and light them from their graves to the gate of the cemetery. Remember they are candles, not incense. After each candle is lit and placed, [you shout the names of the four of them."

The person watching the tomb was stunned for a moment, and seemed a little scared. Jiang Ye smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, nothing will happen to me when I'm here. So after you light it, call their names, and let them come back to rest."

"Okay, I'll do it right away. I just happened to have a lot of candles saved before."

After visiting the mausoleum, a man went back to where he lived with a flashlight, found candles, and lit them from the entrance of the cemetery to the tombstone.

After lighting one and putting it away, the tomb-keeper shouted loudly to the four young men to come back and rest in peace.

But just when the candles were lit, Minfeng stopped in front of a grave.

He looked at the photo posted on the grave. Although he was not sure, he still told Jiang Ye: "It seems to be her, but I'm not sure."

"Whether it's her or not, those four young men are back."

Four figures appeared at the entrance of the cemetery. They stood at the door and seemed a little afraid to come in.

He raised his head and looked at the few people standing on the cemetery. After looking at each other, he finally took steps towards the cemetery.

As they were walking, Jiang Ye suddenly asked a strange question: "Qian Feng, do you have any memories of your childhood? When you were very, very young?" 2.6 "This, how can I remember this? At most, I just remember what happened when I was five or six years old, and now I’m not sure whether I was five or six years old or more than ten years old. The longer it goes by, the more blurry my memory becomes.”

Jiang Ye nodded with a smile and asked: "Mr. Zhu, take a good look at Qian Feng, and Qian Feng, take a good look at Mr. Zhu. Don't you think you two have some similarities in appearance?"

As soon as this question was asked, Zhu Hua stared at Qian Feng almost instantly.

That look seemed to tell everyone that he had thought of something, and it was precisely because of that thought that he was shocked to the point of disbelief.

"Son, fourth son.........Ah"

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