Pang's house had been illegally broken into by many people, and the lock on the door had long since disappeared.
The moment they stepped into Pang's house, the cold air blew on their bodies. It seemed as if it was a different season inside than outside, and it was so cold that made people shiver.
"According to the madman in the mental hospital, walking forward is the main hall, on the left is the study, on the right is the side yard, and further inside is the garden. Going further inside, there are several more courtyards. However, the madman never had the chance to go in. He was frightened and ran away."
Jia Long walked in calmly, holding a Bagua plate in his hand.
"As long as we can walk a full circle around the old house, we win!"
The previous coldness was replaced by excitement. An expectant smile appeared on Zhang Xianren's baby face. Looking at the surge in the number of people in the live broadcast room, he felt relieved.
"Anchor Wen, as long as we complete one lap, our live broadcast can end here."
By then, the fans in Wen Xi’s live broadcast room will definitely discover his strengths, and in the end, they will earn him a wave of traffic.
"You don't have to wait that long."
Wen Xi's eyes were penetrating as he spoke calmly.
"What's the meaning?"
"You won't make it that far."
Hearing her words, Zhang Xianren and Jia Long's expressions changed.
Just as Jia Long was about to mock her, the bell hanging on his waist suddenly rang. His expression darkened and he immediately took out a white candle from his bag and lit it with a lighter.
At the same moment the firelight shone, a black shadow floated past diagonally in front of them.
Bang!
The gate of the Pang residence behind them closed automatically. The loud noise and the dark shadow shocked the two of them.
"Shit, is it starting so soon?"
Zhang Xianren's face paled. After all, he often went to the haunted house to broadcast live. He quickly calmed down and went to check the front door. He turned back and said, "Brother Long, this door is obviously not locked, but we can't open it from the inside."
"Well, it looks like we've been targeted. We have no choice but to keep going inside. Be careful and don't get lost with me."
Jia Long had already prepared himself mentally. They continued to walk inside. In the old main hall, apart from a few worn-out chairs, there was only a painting hanging on the opposite wall.
The painting was very strange, all pitch black, as if someone had played a prank and painted it all black with ink.
Zhang Xianren boldly brought his camera closer to the painting, explaining, "Look at this painting! It's truly of poor quality. In an old house like this, shouldn't there be some kind of landscape painting hanging? What the hell is this... Ahhhh!"
Before he could finish the rest of the words, it turned into a series of screams!
Jia Long glared at him fiercely and said unhappily, "Why are you yelling? Are you trying to call a ghost over to appreciate the painting with you?"
Zhang Xianren was trembling all over, and the camera was shaking with him. He said in horror, "Damn it! Brother Long, the ink on this painting hasn't dried yet!"
When Jia Long heard this, his pupils shrank slightly. He walked forward without saying a word. In the light of the fire, he saw the slight luster on the painting. It was indeed that the ink had not dried yet. His breathing slowed down.
"Could it be that someone got into the old house first? But where are they? And what's so special about this painting that would make them so anxious to cover it all in ink?"
Jia Long's face looked unhappy. He didn't dare to take down the painting easily, for fear of being involved in some conspiracy.
Snap!
There was a sound like feet stepping on a branch nearby. Jia Long and Zhang Xianren felt a chill on their backs. They turned their necks stiffly to look back. It was pitch black, with no people or ghosts.
Zhang Xianren breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing Jia Long walking in silently, he hurriedly chased after him.
"Beyond the main hall is the garden."
The moment Jia Long stepped out of the main hall, he spoke firmly, and when the moonlight shone down, his expression changed again.
"Damn, that lunatic must have been lying to us, right? What garden? This is clearly a courtyard?"
Zhang Xianren walked out from behind him and swept the camera around to show the audience the scenery here.
The lens has its own light, and under the light, you can see in the picture that it is a courtyard with side rooms on both sides. The doors are closed and it is pitch black inside.
There is a locust tree planted in the center of the courtyard, and there is a well under the tree.
"Crazy, are you really lying to us?"
Jia Long looked solemn, muttering to himself and asking himself questions.
"Brother Long, what are you talking about?"
Zhang Xianren turned around and said with a smile, "It looks like there's no problem."
As soon as he finished speaking, the candle in Jia Long's hand was blown out by a gust of wind.
Without the candlelight, the surroundings suddenly became much darker, and the light was only supported by the dim light from the lens.
Under the light, in the picture, the audience can clearly see that under the locust tree, there seems to be a ghost slowly emerging, wearing white clothes, waving at the two people.
[Oh my god! That's so scary! Did you guys see that? Or am I the only one who saw that? I can't be the only chosen one who can see ghosts, right?]
[Don't be ridiculous, I saw it too! I was so scared, I immediately hugged my wife. I was so scared, sob!]
[The candles have all been blown out. Apparently, a real ghost has appeared. Host, please don't get close to that place. It's exciting to watch, but I have a weak heart. Let me take it easy!]
"Fuck! Why are all the candles out? Let me use the light to see!"
Zhang Xianren was startled at first, then he brought the camera of his phone closer to himself and said in confusion, "What's going on? There seems to be a problem with my phone signal. Host Wen, can you hear me? Why are the comments stuck too?"
[Scratch it! Streamer, everything looks normal here, don't scare me! Can't you see our comments? Don't go over there!]
【Don’t go over there, don’t go over there! 】
【Don’t go over there! 】
The barrage of comments was all flooding the screen, but unfortunately, Zhang Xianren and Jia Long couldn't see it.
"The candle is out. I'll try to light it again."
Jaron looked around warily, but he saw nothing.
When he wanted to take out his lighter to relight the candle, he suddenly heard a strange sound.
"Brother Long, I'm so scared, I'm here! Brother Long, please come and save me!"
"Ahhh! Brother Long, where are you? He, he's chasing me, come and help me!"
A faint sound drifted over and entered Jia Long's ears. Jia Long's face changed drastically. He looked in the direction of the sound. It was the ancient well! The sound came from inside!
"Jia Yue, are you in this well?"
Jia Long's breathing became heavier, but he did not go over immediately. Instead, he put the bell in front of his eyes. Under his gaze, the bell did not make any sound!
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