Strange talk live room

"The current level is level nine anchor, and the reward function has been unlocked."

"There are 23 hours and 58 minutes left until the live broadcast starts."

"Tip: If you leak the live broadcast, fail to live broadcast on time, or fail to live broadcast, you will be completely wiped out!"

After watching the relevant content of the second live broadcast, I put down my large black screen phone and lit a cigarette.

After being promoted to an official anchor, the functions of the live broadcast room are more complete, with two more functions than last time.

First, the mission rewards are more abundant, but you can only choose one from three. Moreover, the specific uses of reward items can only be viewed after completing the task.

The second is to unlock the reward function. The specific use of the props obtained through rewards is not stated. It is only said that when it reaches a certain value, there will be unexpected surprises.

With the peeing in the weird talk live broadcast room, I really doubt whether it is a surprise or a shock.

However, I still have to interact more with water friends in the future!

Early the next morning, I hurried out and took the first bus to Longfu Town.

Longfu Town is located in the eastern suburbs of the city. It has a good name, but it is actually a small town with a low sense of existence. The information that can be found online is that there is a funeral street developed because it is close to the crematorium.

The bus was rickety and slow. It stopped and stopped along the way. It took nearly two hours to reach Longfu Town.

There is only one street in the whole town, and it seems that you can walk around it in less than five minutes. Low and old houses are scattered on both sides, and the walls are mottled and in disrepair.

It's almost unpopular, and most of the shops are closed.

The few people who open funeral supplies stores are all middle-aged and elderly people. They lie on the counter or sit at the door in a depressed manner, looking at the potholed streets with dull eyes.

Remote, deserted, backward, and somewhat desolate, these were my first impressions of this town.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the city, there is a quietness like waiting for death. The people here are like this small town, growing old silently in forgotten corners.

My appearance was like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, without causing much ripples.

Perhaps it was a taboo in the industry, but the owner of the funeral shop just sat quietly in the shop, rolling his eyes and watching me pass by. No one stood up to say hello.

The street became narrower and narrower, and at the end, I finally found Coffin Shop No. 44, the location of this live broadcast.

The old shop with white walls and black tiles stood alone at the end of the town, keeping a distance from other shops. The walls were covered with dead vines, like twisted and ugly blood vessels.

An old-fashioned sign made of wood hangs above the door. I don’t know how many years of wind and rain it has gone through, and the big characters of No. 44 Coffin Shop have faded.

The area is much larger than I imagined. Even the front door has four doors and the wooden lattice carvings are exquisite. It is not a modern building, nor does it look like an ordinary shop, but more like an old-fashioned house.

There was a thick layer of dust on the closed door, and the portrait of the door god affixed to it was dilapidated. It must have been a long time since the door was opened.

I walked around the Coffin No. 44 pavilion, found a hole in the wall, and looked around.

The sight was limited and the light was dim, so only the cobwebs and the faint outlines of a few coffins could be seen.

"Hey, be careful! Don't stand there!"

As I was watching, I suddenly heard an exclamation, which startled me.

I turned around and saw a man in his thirties standing opposite, staring at me nervously.

He was the first person in this town to pay attention to me. In fact, he was not the only one who saw me walking around the coffin shop No. 44, but he was the only one who stood up and spoke.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem here?" I walked towards the man, worried that I had no place to ask for information.

"Don't go near that house, it's not good." The man said cryptically.

"Why?"

"Are you from outside? You don't know the taboos here. There is something wrong with that house. Don't be too close to it. Be careful of getting into bad luck." The man didn't want to say too much, so he turned around and walked into the grocery store diagonally opposite.

"Brother, can you tell me more clearly what's wrong with the coffin shop?" I followed into the shop and asked.

"I don't know how to tell you, but no one here will ever go near that coffin shop. Strange things have happened to everyone related to that house!" The man sat behind the glass counter with a serious expression.

"Isn't it just an old house? That's not it! It sounds like that. Who are you trying to scare?" I pretended to be disdainful.

"You should cherish your life, don't believe in evil! I only want to say a few words to you because you are young. Others here are not even willing to mention it."

"What's weird? You should tell me about it!"

The man shook his head and began to organize the shelves.

It was almost noon, and there wasn't even a restaurant on the street. I simply bought a bucket of instant noodles from a man's grocery store to shamelessly stay.

After a lot of hard work, the man finally became impatient.

"What do you want to do? Why are you so interested in that coffin shop?"

"I" I scratched my head, my brain was spinning rapidly, and I finally thought of a perfect excuse, "Actually, I am a horror novelist. I usually collect materials from everywhere, so I am particularly interested in places like this."

As soon as I finished speaking, the man's expression suddenly became strange, and he looked at me with strange eyes.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just think you are quite similar to a friend of mine."