I just became a ghost: A school beauty anchor came to copy my tombstone

Eighteenth floor.

Huzi stepped out of the elevator and held up a selfie stick.

Soon, room 1804 was found.

"The eldest brother said the house was haunted."

"Should, no one lives, right?"

Boom... Knock knock....

Although he felt that no one should live in this room, he still tried to knock on the door.

So many people in the live broadcast room watched, and they had to make appearances.

A second later.

Door, open directly.

The tiger people are stupid.

In the live broadcast room, netizens who are looking forward to it.

Also confused.

"What? Is this place inhabited?

"Then the emperor's big brother is fooling the tiger!"

"Die laughing."

"Talking supernatural adventure, the result is an oolong."

Huzi was confused.

However, he still did not flinch.

He wanted to say hello to the person who opened the door.

Unexpectedly, there was no one behind the door.

"What's the situation?"

The audience in the live broadcast room saw this.

I was also surprised.

Who opened the door?

Is there really something wrong with this house?

At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room suddenly thought.

When the door opened, there was no movement inside.

Hiss!

Thinking of this, many people gasped.

Is there really a ghost in this room?

The audience who was going to leave the live broadcast room stayed.

Looking forward to it again.

Some timid viewers, even began to fear.

Chen Xuan sat on the sofa, feeling the power of fear that began to increase, and silently ran the exercises to refine.

He was happy with all this.

Right away, it's time for the final part of his design.

And then.

Presumably, anyone who watches the live broadcast will contribute a lot of fear to him.

......

"The owner of this house is deliberately scaring me?"

"Then the emperor's eldest brother knows the owner of this house?"

One thought after another flashed through Huzi's mind.

He even wondered if the owner of this house was the emperor's big brother!

With this thought, Huzi did not dare to move around the house.

He knocked on the door again: "Is there anyone?" I came in. No

one responded.

Seeing this, Huzi paced into the room.

A breath of cold air suddenly hit.

Let Huzi can't help but hug his arms.

"It's so cold in there."

"Family, this house is so evil, there won't really be ghosts, right?"

Huzi held a selfie stick and moved his perspective to let the audience in the live broadcast room see the whole room.

Expression, with a little horror.

Actually, this is all pretended by him.

He didn't believe in ghosts and gods.

However, Huzi knows that as an anchor, when conducting a supernatural live broadcast, he must pretend to be afraid.

Audiences, just love that.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was indeed as he thought.

"Hehe, look at Huzi's instigation!"

"He kid will be afraid too."

"This supernatural live broadcast is more interesting than puff girls."

"Huzi will simply transform into a supernatural live broadcast in the future."

The audience was proud.

The number of people is also continuing to increase.

Up to now, there are 10,000 people online in the live broadcast room.

This is a height that he can't reach in live broadcasting.

"Perhaps, I can really consider transforming into a supernatural live broadcast..."

Huzi thought to himself, looking at the room in front of him.

Inside the house, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Except for the cold wind when I first entered the house, this room is normal, and there is nothing strange.

This is a two-bedroom residential room.

Huzi looked at the two bedrooms.

The bedroom door is closed.

What do you see when you push it away?

Huzi's heart, I don't know why, suddenly full of curiosity about the situation in the bedroom.

One step, two steps, three steps....

Huzi came to the bedroom door on the left.

Gently, push open the bedroom door.

A red light came into view.

"This..... Where is this?

Huzi's eyes widened, and his legs were a little soft.

Isn't this the bedroom of an ordinary residential house?

Why, there is such a place.

I crossed?

Huzi looked behind him and wanted to exit the bedroom.

But I was horrified to find that behind him, there was a wall that exuded heat.

As soon as he approached, he was burned and quickly returned to the same place.

The audience was all dumbfounded.

The audience who were watching Huzi's live broadcast of the meal threw the rice bowl in their hands aside and knelt directly.

"Is this Yin Cao Di Mansion, is this Hell?"

"Is there really a ghost in this room, is there really a ghost in this world?"

"Oh my God, tell me, this is the show effect, it's the special effect!"

"If it's a special effect, then it's too real."

"As a special effects artist, I am responsible to tell you that even a big-budget movie can't make such realistic special effects!"

"Besides, haven't you noticed, this space is not right! This space, at least a thousand square meters, can not fit in a bedroom at all. "

What appeared in front of Huzi and the audience in the live broadcast room was the eighteen-layer hell illusion created by Chen Xuan.

Of course, it is said that it is eighteen layers, in fact, there is only the first layer of tongue pulling hell at present.

The range is also not large, and it cannot fit too many people.

Nevertheless, it is enough to shock ordinary humans.

It was clear that Huzi pushed open the bedroom door of an ordinary residential house.

As a result, it came to the hell of tongue pulling.

This is outrageous, too shocking.

"It's time to wrap up."

At the moment, there are not enough people who are afraid.

Further stimulation is needed.

Chen Xuan was standing next to the anchor Huzi.

However, no one saw it.

Because, Chen Xuan's ghost divine body put him in the second spiritual space.

As long as he doesn't want to, others can't see him and can't touch him.

Chen Xuan clearly sensed that although Huzi did not change much on the surface.

The heart beats very fast.

As long as there is another surprise, it can definitely make him die suddenly.

Chen Xuan's purpose was not to let him die.

Naturally this will not be done.

Swish!

The little ghost of the tongue-pulling hell, under the control of Chen Xuan, appeared in front of the tiger.

"What is this?"

"Ghost!"

This sudden surprise scared the tiger, who was already unable to hold on, into a pale face.

Subconsciously, he wanted to throw away the selfie stick in his hand and turn around and run for his life.

Frightened, he couldn't care about the live broadcast.

Seeing this scene, Chen Xuan's eyes narrowed, and he immediately ordered the tongue puller to grab the other party's arm and forcibly let him hold the selfie stick.

The mobile phone on the selfie stick also happened to take pictures of the tongue-pulling imp.

In the live broadcast room, a large number of barrages instantly appeared, densely filling the entire mobile phone screen.

"Groove, what is this thing, it's so terrifying!"

"Nonsense, this is a ghost!"

"What the emperor brother said is true, there are really ghosts in this place."

"Is the tiger finished, and when he encounters a ghost, can he still live?"

"Live a fart, he's dead."

And a lot of fear came in.

But it's not enough.

This power of fear is only provided by more than a thousand people.

Chen Xuan frowned, across the screen, it was really difficult to scare these fears that forced the audience to the extreme.

It seems that some special methods have to be used....

A red light flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes.

In order to cultivate to reach the Ghost Emperor, the Soul Divine Art increased his soul origin tenfold.

"Perhaps, I can try to control the audience in the live broadcast room through live broadcasting..."