Chapter 3: Hearing the Truth in the Morning
The sky is foggy.
The straight steel buildings rise from the ground, supporting the glory of mankind.
People on the earth screamed one after another, like a large symphony.
Wen Zhengming finished thinking and decided to try to take the "dead ghost" away while acting. No matter where it was, it was better than staying in one city.
Especially since this is right at his doorstep.
The next moment, Wen Zhengming moved. He was getting familiar with his current body and his skills.
A streak of black light seemed to pass through the square, and the black shadow appeared like a phantom at another corner of the street. The entities along the way did not stop Wen Zhengming at all.
When he stopped, Wen Zhengming could feel that kind of power, as if he was no longer bound by gravity and could fly up to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun at any time.
What a strong body!
Unfortunately, it’s just possession!
Wen Zhengming couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He did not forget that his goal was to get the "dead ghost" out of the city.
It is too early to discuss how to make himself stronger now. After solving the "dead ghost" in front of him, Wen Zhengming has plenty of time to discuss how to become stronger.
The huge black shadow raised its head and turned into a black light and appeared at the end of the street.
Wen Zhengming stood at the end of his own planning scope.
In the vision of the "dead ghost", there is a huge red line. This red line is like a natural moat that separates everything and prevents Wen Zhengming from moving forward.
The world outside the red line does not exist, and if it does not exist, it cannot be reached.
It seems that unless the range of movement is changed, the possession cannot change the location of the "dead ghost".
It’s difficult!
Wen Zhengming felt a bit of a headache. He couldn't possibly be possessed forever.
Once he pulls away from the possession, the "dead ghost" will be restored, and who knows if it will cause a big mess.
From east to west in the square, countless people were running away. It must be said that the fear skill of "Dead Ghost" was really a magical skill to clear the square.
Wen Zhengming controlled the "dead ghost" to stand still, only in this way would it not cause harm to ordinary people.
He remembered that he also gave the "dead ghost" a skill called "ghost hand". That skill was not like fear, it only caused fear effect. That skill had 20% life damage.
20% life, Wen Zhengming had a headache, how could he set the percentage of life damage?
No one knows whether an ordinary person would survive if hit by this.
God knows how this 20% of life was deducted!
A huge black figure stood at the end of the street, seemingly transformed into a sculpture.
Wen Zhengming didn't notice that a man in a shirt was sitting in a corner not far from him with a camera, broadcasting everything live.
"My...my friends, why don't you...send up the rockets? This...this is...but a close-up live broadcast!"
The man in the white shirt leaned against the wall of the tall building and spoke into the headset with chattering teeth.
His legs were shaking like he was having convulsions.
This is the effect of the Dead Ghost skill "Fear":
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Skill Name: Fear
Skill Possession Condition: Race is Ghost
Skill Effect: Causes fear to all witnesses. Those with strong will can be partially exempted
Skill Effect: Surrounded by black air, causing visual impact on all witnesses
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The man in the shirt was obviously determined. Even though his legs were trembling, he was still conscious.
His name is Xu Fu, but of course he is not the Xu Fu in history.
He is a host, and his fan popularity is not that high, so it can be considered dispensable.
But this time Xu Fu felt that his chance had come.
The live broadcast category itself is in a blank state and is a no-man's land, but this does not mean that there is no audience. You must know that horror movies and novels have always had a huge number of fans.
What does this mean?
This shows that if someone can broadcast high-quality live, he will inevitably have a monopoly.
Xu Fu seemed to see countless banknotes throwing towards him.
Who among the anchors doesn’t want to get rich quickly? That’s just a lie.
It’s not that Xu Fu was not afraid of “dead ghosts”. He was so scared that his legs were shaking. However, he believed more in another saying: if you lose your life, you can come back in the next life. If you don’t make enough money in this life, you will not be willing to die.
Xu Fu stared at the screen of his mobile phone, wanting to see gifts or barrage.
But the barrage seemed to be stuck, and after a long while, only a few people posted barrages:
"What the hell, what the hell is that? I was so scared that I peed myself. I couldn't hold it back."
"Damn it, I'm so scared that my hands are shaking even as I'm typing. Are you okay, anchor?"
"nengdazidoushidalao"
“What the hell! What the hell! What the hell!”
………
Just then ten rockets rose up, drowning out everyone's comments.
Then there was a barrage:
"My hands were shaking so I typed an extra zero, but it doesn't matter. What's important is, where are you, anchor?"
"Please ask!"
“Ditto!”
"The anchor is a real man. I noticed that his legs were just shaking and he didn't pee. I feel ashamed."
"Please tell me what that dark shadow is. He has been a shadow for the rest of my life."
There were very few comments, just like they said, they were scared to the point of incontinence.
Those who can type now are all determined people. Most of those watching the live broadcast are so scared that they are speechless.
The skill of "Dead Ghost" covers the entire screen. Even if you only see his live broadcast or video recording, you will be affected by the skill, because Wen Zhengming described that you will be terrified when you see it.
Everyone who was still in the live broadcast room was curious about Xu Fu's location and what that huge black shadow was. Just by looking through the screen, one could feel that every cell in one's body seemed to be filled with the desire to escape.
Compared with Black Shadow, no other movie seems worth mentioning.
After Xu Fu saw the rocket, his eyes lit up and he seemed to be more energetic. Even the frequency of his leg shaking decreased a lot.
He quickly lowered his voice and replied: "I... I am in the square now, that... that black shadow... I... I don't know what it is."
"But...you...you are definitely not at a loss to see this. I am definitely the only one who can stand here and take pictures."
The number of barrage comments increased at this time, and it seemed that more and more people had recovered from their fear. It had to be said that there were still many brave people in this world.
And the Rockets also attracted a lot of people just now.
"Fuck, I scared my dad to death."
"Fuck, doesn't the anchor consider running away?"
"Upstairs, are you stupid? The host obviously can't stand up."
"Host, don't be scared. Kill it for a thousand years. Based on my many years of experience, no matter what kind of monster it is, it can't stand this."
"The one upstairs is so sexy!"
………
"Thousand years to kill it?"
Xu Fu glanced at the black shadow in the distance, and the uncontrollable fear surged into his heart again. He quickly looked away and shook his head.
"It...it won't explode for me."
At this moment, the comments seemed to have suddenly reached a consensus.
"The host is awesome. You actually dare to go there."
"Just because the anchor had this idea, let's go Rocket!"
…
In the live broadcast room, a series of rockets rose up in an instant, and the person who gave the reward was a person with the ID "I'm Really Not a Rich Second Generation".
He was also the first person to give Xu Fu a reward.
His name is Zhao Hao. He is a senior fan of ghost stories and a part-time rich second-generation. He is good at logical analysis and has a photographic memory.
Zhao Hao now feels his adrenaline rising.
Anyone who took a look at the black shadow in Xu Fu's live broadcast room would know that it was not a human.
Zhao Hao has already booked a plane ticket; he is going to meet the black shadow.
If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening.
(End of this chapter)
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