Chapter 313 Jinjiang (2)
Congratulations.
"Everyone! I want to say this! Brother Yan's photos! Really have the effect of warding off evil spirits!"
Some people excitedly shared their experiences.
She originally thought Yan Shixun was too handsome and wanted to lick his face, so she printed out the screenshot and put it in a photo frame at home.
Unexpectedly, this saved her life.
In the middle of the night, when she was sleeping soundly, she felt a chill running down her neck. She thought it was because the quilt was not tucked in properly, but when she raised her hand, she felt something sticky. Puzzled, she opened her eyes and looked around, only to find that the headless plaster statue that was originally placed in the living room had appeared beside her bed, and the knife in its hand had cut her neck.
She was so frightened that she picked up things nearby and threw them at the statue, trying to force it to retreat.
Therefore, he threw the photo frame away.
The headless plaster statue, which did not avoid or evade the impact and did not feel any pain, burst into flames the moment it touched the photo frame. Even though it struggled desperately, it soon turned into a handful of ashes.
When she picked up the photo frame in shock, what she saw was Yan Shixun looking at her with disdain as he stood on a huge statue of a god.
Cold, sharp, yet with absolute power.
It can kill all the evil spirits that harm people in the world.
She immediately felt at peace, feeling that she had a reassuring support.
That entire night, her family hid in the house, holding the photo frame tightly, and spent the night peacefully amid the noise and crying outside.
When she excitedly shared this incident, many people were shocked.
"Oh my god, Brother Yan's photos can actually have this effect?"
"Wow, this is better than a spell. Don't let anyone stop me. I'm going to print a few more to put at home to ward off evil spirits!"
"I plan to put Brother Yan's photo in a necklace pendant and use it as a peace lock."
"Actually, I've encountered something like this before... I used to think Brother Yan was so handsome, but now? Master! Master!!"
“Hahahaha Brother Yan was forced to become famous.”
"Oatmeal was stunned. Although I am a fan of Brother Yan's career, I never expected it to go this way! Other people's protagonists are not so famous, why is it that in my family, it is so... huh?"
When everyone was discussing it enthusiastically, the live broadcast platform finally popped up a notice saying that the live broadcast would be online soon.
Soon, the live broadcast screen, which originally had no signal, began to shake and spin under the camera. From time to time, human hands and faces suddenly enlarged appeared. It should be the staff adjusting the camera.
When the camera stabilized, what appeared in front of the camera was the busy figures of the program crew packing up.
You can also hear the voices of the guests coming from not far away.
The audience anxiously searched for the faces they were concerned about in the live broadcast.
An Nanyuan, Song Ci, Bai Shuang... one face after another passed by in the live broadcast, and the audience's hearts gradually relaxed.
However, Yan Shixun and Lu Xingxing never appeared in the camera.
Some perceptive viewers even noticed that Zhang Wubing, who always cared the most about the show, did not show up either.
Just when the audience was wondering, a magnetic voice with a smile came from outside the camera.
"Yan Shixun, it's time for you to report your safety to the program. Many people want to see you."
Some people find it very strange that the voice sounds very similar to that of director Zhang Wubing, but there are some subtle differences that are hard to describe.
It was not Zhang Wubing's silly but warm voice, but a voice as clear as a deep running water. Beneath the calm and noble surface, there was a history that was so heavy that it was unfathomable.
Many voice control fans feel... Mom, I'm in love!
Whose voice is this? It’s so nice!
But some people also found that this person's identity was a bit strange.
Others addressed Yan Shixun as either Mr. Yan or Brother Yan. The Taoist priests would usually call him Fellow Daoist Yan, but no one ever called Yan Shixun by his full name.
Who is this person?
When everyone was confused, a pair of slender white hands reached out, occupying part of the camera range, as if adjusting the angle of the camera.
The next moment, Yan Shixun's figure appeared in the shaking camera.
He stood silently among the busy staff and rescue team members shuttling back and forth, as if he had been separated from this world.
The inky black hair fell down, and the shadow blocked part of his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression.
There were many scratches and tears on his coat, and blood was oozing from the wounds, but he had not had time to bandage them.
The audience stared at the screen in worry, and some people asked distressedly: "Why does it feel like Brother Yan has cried? What happened?"
The clear, magnetic voice chuckled and asked Yan Shixun, "Some people say that you cried, Yan Shixun."
Yan Shixun's long eyelashes trembled, like an eagle whose wings were wet by heavy rain.
"Have you ever cried..."
He whispered softly.
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