Strange talk live room

"Dear friends, I am your old friend, Boss Li. Welcome back to the Ghost Talk live broadcast room!"

I faced the screen and showed a faint smile.

"Today, on this stormy night, I will lead everyone to explore the secrets hidden in this ancient temple deep in the mountains."

"Are you excited? Are you looking forward to it?"

"Then put your hands together. A pair of incense candles is never too few, and a paper sedan chair is never too much."

I'm still a little short of accumulating 500,000 Ming coins in rewards, so I'm working extra hard this time.

Long Aotian: "Boss Li V5, call for Boss Li!"

Zha Tian Gang - Hua Wuque: "Get up, get up! Yo, Cheke, let's get a set of pancakes and fruits!"

Jia Banxian: "I, Banxian, counted with my fingers and knew that the anchor asked for a reward."

The King of Bastards: "You look so happy for no reason. Although I don't know what happened, I still follow suit and reward you."

Lao Ba secretly made Ollie and said, "Why are these rewards so weird? The fragrant wax paper money seems to be used to visit graves."

Li Yunlong: "Two newcomers upstairs, please don't quit. This anchor is really a damn talent!"

The King of Bastards: "Really? I don't believe it."

Lao Ba secretly made Ollie: "What kind of talent, please explain clearly? You don't look like normal people here!"

Lord of Shadow Stream: "Upstairs, you guessed it right. No one here is a normal person. Once you enter this live broadcast room, you can't even think about leaving, hehehehe."

I looked at the live broadcast room with satisfaction. The water friends were very awesome. This wave of embarrassing shouting actually got a lot of rewards.

The value of 50W hell currency has been exceeded.

Although there are still some old faces in this live broadcast, some old people have disappeared.

"Thank you all water friends. Let me introduce you to the current environment." I stopped and moved the camera to the front.

I scanned around the ruined temple.

"This is called Rakshasa Temple. According to legend, there is a spring of truth in the temple. People who drink from the spring can only tell the truth. If you lie, you will die."

"No one is allowed to enter the temple, and I, your anchor, am standing alone in this ancient ruined temple."

During the introduction, a terrifying and weird face suddenly flashed across the screen.

My hand shook, and when I pointed the screen in that direction again, there was nothing.

"There seemed to be a strange face on the screen just now. Did you all see it?"

The Lord of Shadow Stream: "I think I saw it, but the camera moved too fast and I couldn't see it clearly. It's just a face, not exciting at all. Have you exhausted your talent as a host?"

The King of Bastards: "That prop just now was pretty good. It caught me off guard. It really scared me a little bit."

Hua Wuque from Zhatian Gang: "You will know if you look at it, the more irritating ones are behind."

Lao Ba's Secret Ollie said: "Are you all just asking for help? There's nothing here yet, it's just starting to create an atmosphere."

Long Aotian: "You have seen this, so I have no choice but to show my cards. In fact, except for you, all the people in this live broadcast room are my trumpet account! If you don't believe it, I will change my account and send it to you."

Lord of Shadow Stream: "Actually, apart from you, all the people in this live broadcast room are my trumpet account! If you don't believe it, I'll change my account and send it to you."

The King of Bastards: "Actually, apart from you, all the people in this live broadcast room are my trumpet account! If you don't believe it, I'll change my account and send it to you."

Dad's secret recipe for Ollie: "I don't study well, don't lie to me! You came in with me upstairs."

The King of Bastards: "Although I don't know what happened, in short, just follow the trend."

I smiled helplessly. According to the habit of the live broadcast room, the building tilted down again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"In short, this is a spooky place. I have no way of predicting what will happen tonight."

Before he could finish speaking, there were sudden rapid footsteps outside.

somebody is coming!

I quickly took a breath and looked outside warily.

There was a strange figure running towards the main hall in a hurry from the courtyard paved with bluestones, despite the wind and rain.

The crooked wooden door was opened, and a fat, middle-aged man wearing camouflage uniform walked in.

"Hello, I'm coming in to take shelter from the rain."

The middle-aged man nodded to me, wiped the water stains on his hair and body, walked to the fire, and sat down unceremoniously.

He was carrying something like a long stick wrapped in cloth on his back, and there was a sharp knife at his waist.

The hand reaching for the fire was thick and powerful, his slightly chubby face was unsmiling, and he had a fierce look on his face. He was the kind of person who could tell at a glance that he was not to be trifled with.

"Are you lost too?"

I glanced at the thing wrapped in a strip of cloth on his back and asked politely.

"That's right." The middle-aged man nodded expressionlessly, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit it on the fire, and started smoking.

It was clear there was no desire to talk.

But my mission tonight is to eliminate the evildoers who appear in Rakshasa Temple, so I want to know their identities as much as possible.

"This rain is really evil. It comes as soon as it comes. If I hadn't found this ruined temple, I wouldn't have anywhere to hide."

I looked at the middle-aged man with a friendly smile.

"No one usually comes to this mountain. I didn't expect to be able to shelter from the rain under the same roof. It's fate that we meet each other. Brother, do you think we are quite destined?"

The middle-aged man glanced at me, said nothing, and smoked in silence.

"Oh, my life is not going well these days. I wanted to find a place where no one was around to relax, but I got lost and it rained heavily. It was really unlucky." I sighed.

"Hey, brother, looking at you, you don't look like you're here for a hike. Why are you here on this mountain too?"

"Hunting." The middle-aged man knocked the ashes from his cigarette and finally spoke in a low voice.

"Can we still hunt these days?" My eyes were full of curiosity. "The thing on your back couldn't be a shotgun, right?"

"No, don't ask around. I'm just an ordinary pig butcher. I like game and often go hunting in the mountains in my free time."

The middle-aged man said coldly.

"Oh, so that's it." I nodded.

The sharp knife on his waist is indeed in the shape of a butcher's knife, but what is it on his back?

As you get closer, you can smell the smell of blood on his body. It's the kind of smell that only comes from people who have seen blood under their hands for a long time.

I added some wood blocks to the fire.

The flames grew bigger, and I could be roasted even if I kept my distance from him.

The flames burned cracklingly, and inside and outside the temple, there was only the sound of wind and rain.

I know very well that we are definitely not the only uninvited guests in Rakshasa Temple tonight.

Not long after, the sound of panicked and hurried footsteps was heard outside again.

Someone else came in.

And, there's more than one.

A group of five people, led by a tall man, pushed open the broken wooden door of the hall.

"We are lost in the mountains, can we take shelter from the rain?"