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Ding!

Mobile phone vibration.

The live broadcast screen disappeared, and a row of ferocious blood words appeared on the screen.

"Live broadcast failed!"

At this moment, I seemed to have fallen into an abyss!

Staring at the screen tightly, the fingers holding the phone turned white from exertion.

My brain was buzzing, and all the nerves seemed to be chaotically intertwined, making me lose the ability to think.

The faces of the monsters could no longer be seen, and the surrounding sounds could no longer be heard. The overwhelming darkness was squeezing towards me.

The last moment that accompanied my disappearance of consciousness was accompanied by two melancholy meows.

I can’t tell how long it took.

The darkness seemed to slowly dissipate, and warm sunlight shone on my face.

My eyelids trembled, and I slowly opened my eyes.

The bright sunlight stung my eyeballs, so I tilted my head and squinted my eyes.

It took a while before I could see my surroundings clearly.

I was lying on the ground, next to an old locust tree with a crooked neck.

The wind blew and the shadows of the trees swayed on the ground.

The circular scars on the tree trunk look like old eyes, staring at me indifferently.

What about Hunlai Inn?

I jumped up with excitement.

There was no one around except me and this old locust tree with a crooked neck.

Farther away is a cold town.

A faint human voice came from afar.

Was everything last night a dream or reality?

cell phone.

Mobile phone in the live broadcast room!

I was in a hurry, rummaging around in my backpack for a while, and finally realized that the phone was hanging around my neck.

On the black screen, four bloody words "Mission Failed" were clearly displayed.

His hands were shaking and his whole body was cold.

Am I already dead? Is this another world?

I was stunned and stood there for a long time.

But I can obviously breathe normally, my body is warm, and most importantly, I still have a heartbeat in my chest.

"I'm not dead!"

It took me a long time to confirm this fact.

Unexpectedly, what Song Yalan said was true. Failure in the mission did not mean death.

My body was a little exhausted, and I sat down on the ground.

The cold sweat was dried by the wind, and my back was cold.

Angry, helpless.

I have imagined many times when the live broadcast failed, but I never thought that I would be tricked by the audience.

It still feels unreal to this day.

I can't figure out why, why Taoist Qiankun wants to harm me!

Is it because of evil deeds?

But before last night, he had never tipped me, and he even provided me with a lot of help during the school live broadcast.

By the way, that was the time when he reminded me that the live broadcast room was unclean.

My eyes suddenly opened wide.

At that time, I thought he was referring to the fact that the audience in the live broadcast room were not all living people.

Who would have thought that he was referring to himself as having a problem? !

Now it seems that everything was planned in advance.

He first appeared as a superior person, gained my trust by providing help, and then gave me a fatal blow at the most critical moment.

Any major disaster, any cause and effect, or any great meritorious deeds given to me are all conspiracies.

Give me two million first, and then find excuses to hang me up and prevent me from trading with Mr. Hei Liu.

If I hadn't waited for him, I would have sold the dragon scales, bought the last treasure at the highest price, and completed the mission.

Every time I live broadcast, I am cautious and wary of anyone and anything I encounter, but I never doubt the audience.

Who is he and why does he want to harm me?

You don't hesitate to use two million yin to set up a trap for me. How much hatred and resentment can you have?

I just feel weak all over.

The sun is shining brightly on the earth, but I can't feel any warmth.

The mission has failed, what's the use of figuring out the reason?

My eyes were staring blankly into the distance. I don't know how long it had passed before the sudden vibrating sound of my phone brought me back to my senses.

The backpack was at hand, as were its contents.

But what about prosperity? What about wealth?

My heart trembled suddenly.

The sun was shining high, and it was already past dawn.

But I haven't seen either of them since I woke up.

If something happens to me, they can't ignore it.

"Prosperous wealth!"

"Rich son!"

"Where are you?"

I kept calling, but the only answer I got was my own echo.

My heart felt like it was being held tightly by a hand, and I hurriedly took out the summoning bell from my backpack.

Jingle Bell--

Jingle Bell--

The crisp ringtone was carried far away by the wind.

waited for so long.

I'm still the only one standing alone in the sun.

The two chubby little figures, one black and one white, seemed to have disappeared forever.

The leaves rustled in the wind, and the crooked-necked old locust tree seemed to be mercilessly laughing at me.

It was me who failed in the live broadcast, why were they the ones who disappeared?

The backpack is still there, the contents are still there, even Li Xiaohei is there.

It seemed that everything was still as it was before the live broadcast failed, except for the two cats that disappeared.

Why?

My heart is full of desolation and bitterness.

There was cold liquid sliding over his face.

Could it be that I have been forgotten by this world?

So fast?

My body was shaking slightly, and I didn't want to accept this fact.

No, that's not right.

Song Yalan said that there is still a chance!

I tried hard to recall the clues Song Yalan left for me at Ranzhuan Company.

"Failure of live broadcast does not mean death. Survive the next strange story. You have one more chance to start over before being forgotten by everyone forever."

"If you can find the treasure of the stars, please choose the White Tiger."

These are the two most critical sentences.

My missions have all failed. Is there another ghost story?

What are the chances of starting over?

At this time, the phone vibrated again.

On the black screen, the picture switches.

A red button and two rows of ferocious characters in blood appeared.

"Press this button and you will become the next victim of strange stories."

"If you can survive until dawn, you will be exempted from the death penalty. However, the system erasure is irreversible. After you survive, you will be forgotten by this world."

I finally understand Song Yalan’s original pain.

He died with the thoughts of his loved ones in mind.

Or live like a transparent person?

Some people are better off dead than alive.

But I am not willing to give in!

Now that I have another chance to start over, I won't give up just like that.

At least, we must get the wealth and wealth back!

With three wry smiles, I pointed my finger and pressed the black button.

The screen flickered, and new words of blood appeared.

"Within 24 hours, we will find a new anchor for the Guaitan live broadcast room."

"After the new live broadcast mission is released, rush to the mission location before the live broadcast starts and become a victim of strange rumors."

"Note: Do not disclose the live broadcast room information to the new anchor, otherwise, the chance of survival will be revoked."

"Countdown: 22 hours, 51 minutes and 23 seconds."

"Good luck!"

Time is measured from dawn.

Putting down the phone, I felt mixed emotions.

It turned out that this was the reason why Song Yalan handed the phone to me.

She was the previous anchor and her mission failed.

And I was the next anchor she found.

What are the requirements to become a new anchor?

I frowned.

Song Yalan said at the time that I was the only one who could see her.

When I got the phone, the anchor's identity was automatically bound.

In other words, the condition for becoming my next anchor is to be able to see me.

It's been 2 hours since the live broadcast failed. How many people still remember me?

The world is so big, and for the first time I felt my own insignificance.

But the countdown is constantly changing, and there is no time to regret the spring and autumn.

I took a deep breath, stood up, picked up my backpack, and ran towards the town.

The car was still parked where it was.

It was as if the people in the town couldn't see me, their eyes wandered away from me without stopping at all.

Forgetting has already begun.