Strange talk live room

At this time, there were not many viewers in the live broadcast room, but several familiar IDs could be seen.

Although they had watched my last live broadcast, they had not seen the end. Most of them thought that the whole thing was written and directed by me to defraud traffic.

Only a few people believed in me, but others took me for granted.

Without exception, the new viewers were deceived by unscrupulous advertisements, and had the same reaction as the first batch of viewers, shouting that they had been deceived.

"Anchor, you haven't been banned yet! What small movie are you going to make this time?"

"Anchor, are there any beautiful ladies today? The sister in red last time really made me miss her!"

"What's going on? Did I enter the wrong set?"

"Upstairs, you're right. The anchor's performance will definitely be unforgettable for you!"

"Oh no, good people have a safe life!"

The water friends’ barrages flew up, and I felt a wry smile in my heart.

"I don't know what will happen tonight, so please wait patiently. However, I can first introduce to you the situation here."

"The place where I am is called Longfu Town. It is next to the crematorium and the whole street is engaged in funeral business."

"The scariest thing is this coffin shop, an authentic century-old house. It is said that it used to be a righteous village specially used to store corpses."

Holding a large black screen mobile phone, I walked around the entire coffin shop, retelling the story told by Fat Brother as I walked, and even took a few close-ups of the four coffins.

"Wow, the scene has been greatly upgraded this time. It's really interesting."

"It's scary to watch! Anchor, why do you go to such a sinister place? You really want money rather than your life!"

"With the anchor's storytelling ability, it would be a pity not to write novels."

"I don't know if the heroine is still the young lady from last time. If she is, I will give a reward. Why do the props used for the reward look like things for the dead? Yellow paper, scented wax, and paper figures."

"Dear friends, this is really a serious horror live broadcast. All the scenes and stories are real. It is almost midnight, and very scary things are likely to happen next. I hope everyone will play more. Thank you, your encouragement is the motivation for the anchor to live."

In order to reward, I went all out and spared no effort to interact with water friends.

"Believe me, you are a very bad old man."

"The longest road I have ever walked is the host's routine!"

"If you have a beautiful girl tonight, I will reward you with a pair of golden boys and girls!"

The live broadcast room gradually became lively, chatting and joking, time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was midnight.

Feeling nervous, I stopped playing around with my water friends and walked away from the four coffins with a serious expression.

"Attention everyone, the anchor has started his performance!"

"Looking forward to the beautiful lady!"

"Why do I think those four coffins are quite evil? Don't let anything really come out, right?"

"The anchor's acting skills have improved! Seeing how nervous he looks, I actually feel a little out of breath."

Barrage after barrage flashed across the screen, the cold white light kept flickering, the dim yellow light of the red candle danced, and the entire lobby was in varying light and darkness.

I was not in the mood to care about what the sailors were talking about. I focused my attention on the four coffins in the center of the lobby, especially the red coffin that was as red as blood.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sound of wood being knocked sounded, extremely clear in this silent night.

I was so excited that all the pores in my body suddenly opened. I gripped the multifunctional knife tightly and stared at the coffin warily.

Boom, boom, boom!

When the next knocking sound came, I realized that the sound did not come from inside the coffin, but from the door.

Someone is knocking on the door outside.

But my mood did not relax, but became more uneasy.

People in the small town dare not spend the night here and avoid the coffin shop. Who would knock on the door in the middle of the night?

I'm just afraid that the people outside are not human beings.

Holding a multi-function knife in one hand and a large black mobile phone in the other, I walked carefully to the door.

Boom, boom, boom!

The knocking became clearer.

There is only a door between me and the guys outside.

"who?"

After a moment of silence, a reply came from outside: "I'm a passer-by. I saw the lights here and wanted to stay for the night."

It was a man's voice, deep and slightly magnetic.

"Sorry." I didn't want to risk letting anything in, but before I could finish my words, there was a creak and the heavy door suddenly opened inward.

Under the cold white light of the mobile phone, a tall and thin man in his thirties appeared at the gate with an expressionless face.

He was wearing long sleeves and long trousers and was as thin as a bamboo pole.

"excuse me."

The man held his hand to me without any politeness and walked straight into the coffin shop.

It was so dark outside that I couldn't see anything, as if the endless ocean surrounded the island-like coffin shop.

The live broadcast had started, and I couldn't leave the coffin shop. I closed the door and walked into the lobby.

The candle flame flickered. The man stood in front of the altar table with his back to me. He picked up an ashes of tribute incense, lit it, bowed to the blank wall, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

who is he? It seems like this isn’t the first time I’ve come to the coffin shop!