Strange talk live room

Ding!

There was a crisp sound and the phone vibrated.

"Congratulations to the host, you successfully survived until dawn. Your first live broadcast mission has been completed!"

The live broadcast has automatically stopped, and an eye-catching message appears on the screen.

I was overjoyed and quickly stuffed my phone into my pocket.

"Run!"

I turned around suddenly and realized that my reminder was completely unnecessary. Sister Hong had already ran out of the room.

There are ten thousand grass and mud horses running through my heart.

At this time, the old man's withered old hand was about to touch me. His body was twisted and his neck was tilted in a weird posture.

I quickly exited the room.

Sister Hong's figure was right in front. I caught up with her, and we ran in tandem through the dark and narrow corridor.

The sound of panicked and hasty footsteps kept echoing, and I didn't dare to look back.

After rushing down the old wooden stairs in one breath, breaking several wooden boards and almost falling over, we finally reached the first floor.

Without stopping, he ran straight towards the door of the bun shop.

But when I ran to the door, I found that there was a thick and hard iron lock hanging on the door, and it was locked!

Damn it!

The old man has been prepared!

"Go that way!" Sister Hong seemed to know something and pulled me into the kitchen.

The kitchen was very messy, greasy everywhere, dishes were piled haphazardly in the sink, and the stench of running water was mixed with a strange fragrance.

The fire was burning brightly on the stove, and a large pot was placed on it. Several rows of steamers stacked in the pot were steaming hot. This was where the strange aroma came from.

The smell of meat buns!

But at this moment, the smell made me nauseous and I almost vomited it out.

I endured the discomfort and followed Sister Hong to the kitchen window. I accidentally bumped into something on the way, and when I turned around, I was shocked.

There was an old rocking chair next to the stove, which creaked and swayed gently. On it lay a tightly wrapped man.

"who?"

I quickly held the kitchen knife across my chest, being cautious.

But the person in the rocking chair remained motionless. She was dressed as an old woman, with a few strands of sparse gray hair coming out of a red hat. Her face was completely obscured by a red scarf, and her appearance could not be seen clearly. Only a white old hand rested on the armrest. .

My brows twitched.

That exposed hand is clearly a skeleton!

A dead person? !

The old man hides a dead man who has turned into a skeleton in the kitchen!

I hurried away from the rocking chair.

At this time, Sister Hong had already run to the window, stretched out her hand and pushed hard a few times. The greasy and black window was actually pushed open by her.

Fresh air rushes in, and outside is the gray alley.

"Come on!" She waved to me.

"Wait, how do you know this window can be opened?" I stopped and looked at her warily.

This mature and beautiful woman is an enigma from top to bottom.

Sister Hong looked at me with complicated eyes and showed a strange smile.

"Thank you for saving me, but you shouldn't have saved me." With an incomprehensible word, she turned around and climbed out of the window.

That nimble and agile appearance is simply not what a weak woman should be like.

"Hey, don't leave, speak clearly!"

I threw away the kitchen knife and followed her, but when I ran to the window, Sister Hong was no longer there.

There was only a bunch of keys glowing coldly in the corner. I wonder if she had left them behind in a hurry.

There were footsteps outside the kitchen, and I didn't dare to delay any longer, so I grabbed the greasy window frame and climbed out.

My feet landed, I picked up the keys, and ran for a long distance before stopping to catch my breath.

It had just dawned, and the hazy morning light shone on the chaotic streets of the urban village. Occasionally, people rushing to work hurriedly walked through the streets.

Looking back, I saw that the window in Baozipu's kitchen was closed, and there seemed to be a pair of cloudy eyes staring in my direction behind the greasy glass.

With an unspeakable feeling, I returned home.

Smoke billows.

Sitting in the shop with the doors and windows closed, I smoked cigarettes one after another. I didn't stop until I saw the bright sunshine outside the window.

He took out his large black phone from his pocket and clicked on the icon that looked like a deceased photo.

"Congratulations to the anchor. The first live broadcast task has been completed. He has been promoted to the ninth level official anchor. The functions of the relevant levels have been unlocked."

"The reward for this mission is "Sky Eye Observation Technique". Do you accept it?"

The ferocious bloody words appeared on the black screen.

Are anchors divided into levels?

I'm in no rush to claim the reward and continue reading the instructions.

Anchors are divided into ten levels in total. The ninth level I am at is the lowest level, which unlocks the reward function. Then the levels go up, from level nine to level one, and the highest level is called the king anchor.

The higher the level, the more difficult the live broadcast tasks are, and the corresponding rewards are higher. Every time you complete three live broadcasts, your level will be promoted to one level.

Tasks are released every seven days. Once the anchor's identity is bound, any live broadcast that does not follow the regulations or does not complete the live broadcast will be completely wiped out by the system.

Only by completing the King's live broadcast task can you unbind.

"This is clearly the Overlord's Treaty!"

"Who the hell knows why my identity is bound!"

After reading it, I really wanted to smash my phone to pieces.

Thinking of Sister Hong’s weird smile at the end, I felt more and more that all her actions were just pretending to be stupid, just to lure me into joining the live broadcast. And I got on this pirate ship unknowingly.

I don’t know why she wanted to harm me, but there is no doubt that she has a deep connection with the live broadcast.

To find out all the truth, she must be found!

I looked at the bunch of keys I picked up. There was a key and an access card on the metal buckle. Judging from the rose-shaped pendant, this was definitely a female item.

The upper left corner of the access card is marked with the name of the community - Yunhui Yayuan, and behind it, the unit number is marked in black handwriting: 6-2-1801.

You can find out if this key belongs to Sister Hong by going to the community to check.

If she had lived there, she would definitely have left many traces of her life, such as photos and the like.

Putting away the key, I read the instructions in the live broadcast room for a while, and then received the reward.

"The "Sky Eye Observation Technique" will be delivered in five minutes."

The Guitan live broadcast room has some unknown strange ability. I have no doubts about the rationality of the time, but I still doubt the authenticity of "The Technique of Observing Qi with the Sky Eye".

Although I am only a semi-experienced numerologist, I have never eaten pork and I have seen pigs running away. Ordinary people don’t know what Qi Observation is, but I know it very well.

Numerologists usually use horoscopes, facial readings, and palmistry to help people tell fortunes and predict bad luck. This requires a deep foundation in metaphysics, and you can't get started without learning it for a few years.

Metaphysics is advanced and unfamiliar, and many theories require not only rote memorization, but also innate understanding. Some people may not be able to decipher the mysteries throughout their lives.

Unfortunately, I am the one without talent, otherwise I wouldn't be in such a miserable state.

However, Qi-watching does not require any unfamiliar theory. You can directly look at the physical appearance and expel evil spirits through the aura.

For example, metaphysics is based on reasoning through knowledge, while Qi Observation is based on looking directly at the picture. It is obvious which one is more powerful.

If a numerologist mastered this skill, it would be like cheating. He could see through Feng Shui and predict someone's bad luck at a glance. How could he be worried about not being able to get rich?

No matter how capable the Guitan Live Broadcast Room is, can it still acquire such a lost secret technique?

Exactly five minutes after I put down my phone, there was a knock on the store's rolling shutter door.

"Li Yunfeng, express delivery!"

I opened the door excitedly, and the courier guy threw the package directly into my hand and left quickly on his electric donkey.

I returned to the shop, closed the door, and couldn't wait to open the carton.

Inside is a simple thread-bound book, with a few large characters scrawled on the cover: The Art of Observing Qi with the Heavenly Eye.

When I opened the cover, I was a little dumbfounded. The yellowed paper was written entirely with incomprehensible ancient texts.

My balls hurt.

It feels like a unique martial arts secret book is placed in front of you, but you can't read it.

While I was worrying, these words suddenly started to move on their own, crawling up the back of my hand like ants and burrowing into my skin.

The world was spinning for a while, and a lot of things came to my mind instantly.

a long time.

I slowly opened my eyes.