Ding ding ding!
In the live broadcast room, the bell kept ringing like crazy, but in the eyes of Jia Long and Zhang Xianren, it was very normal.
Jia Long breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the well with much more eagerness. He finally rushed towards the well regardless of everything.
He shouted towards the well, "Jia Yue, is that you? Are you in there? Have you been missing for so many days and been trapped in the well? Who is chasing you? Is it..."
Jia Long's voice suddenly stopped, and he only gasped, as if he saw something horrifying. He held the wellhead tightly with both hands, and his knuckles turned white.
"Brother Long, what's wrong with you? Did you hear any sound? Why can't I hear anything?"
Zhang Xianren walked over, and after a few steps, his face became much uglier. He didn't even care about the live broadcast equipment in his hand, threw it away, and ran towards the well.
The flying phone was tilted, and one could clearly see Zhang Xianren grabbing Jia Long who was about to fall into the well.
However, Jia Long was too heavy, or perhaps because he was being pulled by something, even though Zhang Xianren tried his best, he was still unable to do anything and was instead being dragged into the well.
"Damn it! Brother Long, what are you doing? Why don't you try to use some strength! I can't hold you anymore."
"Zhang Xianren, come and take a look too."
Jia Long suddenly spoke calmly.
Zhang Xianren's face flushed red, he was exhausted. Hearing him say that, he was furious. "What are you looking at? I don't have time right now!"
Suddenly, an ice-cold hand hugged his head, and the biting chill penetrated through his skin and chilled him to the bone.
Zhang Xianren was completely stunned and broke out in a cold sweat.
He swallowed and felt fear from the bottom of his heart.
There were only two of them who entered this ancient house. One of them was held by him and hung on the ancient well. Then there was another person. Who was he?
In the end, is it a human or a ghost?
He glanced back, but didn't dare to look, and immediately glanced back.
The hand behind him moved, and he suddenly pressed down Zhang Xianren's head, forcing him to look into the ancient well.
Zhang Xianren, overwhelmed by fear, faced the bloody face head-on. The pair of resentful and cold eyes stared at him intently, and his heart felt as if it was being gripped by someone's hand.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Zhang Xianren let out a startling scream.
In the picture, Zhang Xianren and Jia Long were pulled into the ancient well at the same time. Their figures disappeared in an instant, and even their voices disappeared.
Suddenly!
A pale face appeared in the screen, and a pair of eyes that were not like those of an ordinary person and were filled with blood met Wen Xi's eyes through the screen.
He opened his crimson lips into a strange smile, revealing densely packed tiny teeth, like a wild beast.
Wen Xi looked at him calmly, watching him smile, until his smile froze and his eyes flashed with resentment and jealousy. Then the screen went black and the picture from Zhang Xianren's side was completely disconnected.
Then, the barrage of comments exploded.
[Damn! Did I just stare into a ghost's eyes? I almost peed myself!]
[Did the scene pass? Honestly, when he showed up just now, I quickly switched to something else, but that face is like it's etched in my mind, and my legs are still shaking.]
[Where's Brother Ren? Did he fall into the well? Is he dead? That shrill scream is just too scary!]
[I told you, you can't go into that Pang residence! Anchor Wen has also reminded him, but he won't listen! Does he think he's the chosen one?]
[It's over, it's over. I don't know what will happen to Zhang Xianren in the end. Will he go crazy or disappear?]
Many of Zhang Xianren’s fans flocked to Wen Xi’s live broadcast room.
[Brother Ren is missing, I beg you to save him! ]
[Anchor Wen, I'm willing to raise money. Can you go to the ancient house and help us find Brother Ren?]
[Damn it! Don't you see how dangerous this old house is? Why are you letting Sister Wen die?]
[Don't you all claim to be the most powerful and promising Xuanling Masters? Are you afraid to enter the ancient house?]
Fans of both sides started arguing and fighting.
Wen Xi rubbed his brows, with a thick mist in his eyes.
She sighed softly, "I told you about Host Zhang Xianren's divination from the beginning. If he didn't listen, that's his business!"
Ding~
A private message came in. Wen Xi pursed her lips and clicked it to take a look. It was a private message asking her to save Zhang Xianren, just like those barrage comments.
"He's narrowly escaped death. His chances of survival are slowly fading. Although he won't die immediately, he'll be dead soon. It's very dangerous and it's a bit difficult."
She was talking to Zhang Xianren's fans and also to those who sent her private messages.
Ding~
Private messages continued to arrive, and the other party's name was 'Zhangshi Huaduo'.
Zhang Huaduo: Please, Host Wen, I know you have the ability to save him. As long as you are willing to save him, I am willing to pay, no matter how much it is!
Wen Xi pursed her lips, her expression solemn. It was not because of the money, but the strange phenomenon in Pang's house made her feel even more heavy-hearted.
Zhang Huaduo: I tried to persuade him not to go before, but he refused to listen. Please, if the money isn't enough for you, I can give you something extra.
She sent a picture, typing and uploading it very quickly, obviously she was very worried about Zhang Xianren's condition.
When the picture was completely transmitted, Wen Xi's pupils suddenly shrank. She curled the corners of her lips and slowly typed a word.
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