An overwhelming sense of resentment came over him, and a cool breeze blew by, extinguishing several candles around him.
Chen Quan swallowed, looked at the enclosed space, and said in horror, "Didn't we close all the doors and windows? How come there's still wind?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present felt a chill in their hearts.
Chu Yanran's beautiful face showed a hint of fear. She looked at the devil's hand, biting her red lips and asked, "Brother Ming, this devil's hand is really lifelike. Is it really a human hand? It looks much bigger than other hands. It must be the hand of a giant over two meters tall."
Song Shiming suppressed his inner wonderment and scoffed, "Of course, don't make a fuss. This is a dead person's hand bone. It has a yin energy and a cold wind. Isn't that normal? Besides, I went to great lengths to buy this from someone else. It's said that... as long as you touch the devil's hand, you can communicate with ghosts...!"
Psychic?
The number of fans pouring into the live broadcast room is constantly increasing. On the Big Whale live broadcast platform, the live broadcast of supernatural things has recently become like a rising star and has become particularly popular.
A man entered the live broadcast room on three legs.
The giant panda in the zoo entered the live broadcast room.
A beautiful peony flower enters the live broadcast room...
[Hey, Brother Ming, it's finally back on air after such a long time. I've been looking forward to seeing you for so long, and finally I get to see your handsome face.]
[Hiss, what's this? The Devil's Hand, can it communicate with spirits? Is this true? I've been to other livestreams and they're all a bunch of fakers. Don't let me down.]
[Is it any different from the Pen Fairy? Hurry up, host, let me see if it's really psychic!]
"Stop dilly-dallying. Who of you will start first?"
Song Shiming raised an eyebrow and looked around at them. Seeing that they were all looking around, not wanting to be the first to stand out, he finally set his sights on the muscular man, pointed at him and said, "Wang Qinghe, let's start with you."
Wang Qinghe scratched his head and smiled brightly, "Okay, I'll go first."
He walked forward, and when he passed by Song Shiming, the two exchanged glances.
Rolling up his sleeves, Wang Qinghe wiped the sweat from his palms, then raised his hand and shook the devil's hand.
The moment their palms touched each other, several candles around them went out.
Chu Yanran couldn't help but scream, worry in her eyes, "The candle is out again, could it be... that a ghost really appeared next to us?"
This was exactly the effect Song Shiming wanted. He hooked his finger at Wen Xi and smiled, "Country bumpkin, why don't you come and see the world? Don't you call yourself a charlatan? I want to see if you'll be scared to death next."
Wen Xi pretended not to hear anything, staring at the devil's hand and sighing softly, "You reap what you sow. There are too many idiots in this crowd, and I always feel like I don't fit in with this world."
Song Shiming frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "Wen Xi, what are you mumbling about there? Are you secretly scolding me?"
Young Master Song was unhappy and was about to come over to arrest someone.
Wang Qinghe suddenly moved, his whole body began to tremble, the whites of his eyes turned out, white foam flowed from the corners of his mouth, and the veins of the hand holding the devil's hand bulged out.
A cold wind blew past, and all the remaining candles went out.
The lights in the villa's living room were dim. Wang Qinghe's face was covered with gray-green, and the whites of his eyes were drooping. He opened his mouth, and white foam flowed out of it. His pale lips opened and closed, and an almost devilish whisper came from his throat, hoarse and weird.
Zhang Yuanyuan screamed strangely, covering her mouth with her hands, a look of fear in her eyes, "What happened to Wang Qinghe? Is he possessed by a ghost?"
[Oh my god, this possession is so realistic. Could it be that he is really possessed by a ghost?]
[After watching so many supernatural live broadcasts, nine out of ten are fake. He must be faking it. But he's quite skilled at rolling his eyes.]
[Wait, what's this supernatural item called? The Devil's Hand, I feel like I've heard of it somewhere. Could it really be the Devil's Hand that can communicate with spirits? This is one of the top ten weird items, don't touch it!]
In the live broadcast room, there was a netizen named Ding Zongbuqing who gave a unique reply, but it was quickly drowned out by other comments.
"Of course he's possessed by a ghost. This is the hand of the devil."
Song Shiming smiled triumphantly, walked up to Wang Qinghe, pointed at the camera and said, "Next, let's listen to what kind of ghost possessed Wang Qinghe."
"Wang Qinghe, did you hear me? Or, you... aren't Wang Qinghe, then who are you?"
As Song Shiming asked the question, Wang Qinghe's black hair stood up like a lightning rod. He slowly turned his neck, stared at him with a pair of white eyes, and raised a strange smile.
"Hehehe, who am I?"
Along with the hoarse and eerie voice, a cold air suddenly rose nearby, and even a thin layer of frost began to condense in front of the camera.
Song Shiming's hair stood on end. He opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of cold air, "I'm asking you, who are you? Ghost possessing Wang Qinghe, what's your name?"
He frowned, turned sideways, and gave Wang Qinghe a look.
When did this guy become so good at pretending to be a ghost? It scared him. And there were others who even secretly turned on the air conditioner? He really needs to be taught.
"What's my name?"
Wang Qinghe tilted his head and began to think. Something in him seemed to have been touched. He kept muttering to himself, his speech speed getting faster and faster. "What's my name? What's my name? Name..."
"Wang Qinghe! What's wrong with you?"
This was different from their original script. Song Shiming couldn't help but tug at the corner of Wang Qinghe's clothes, but found that he was surprisingly cold, as if he had just been frozen in the refrigerator.
Song Shiming finally realized something was wrong. His face changed drastically. He grabbed Wang Qinghe and growled, "Wang Qinghe, can you hear me? Are you Wang Qinghe? Who are you?"
Wang Qinghe's nose started bleeding, and his head was at an angle that no ordinary person could turn. He could hear the 'cracking' sound of his bones twisting. If it twisted a little more, his neck would easily break by itself.
"Of course I'm not Wang Qinghe!"
Wang Qinghe laughed wildly, blood trickling from the corners of his eyes. He looked as terrifying as if a demon had descended upon him. His body twitched with laughter. "My name is... Lin Zihan!"
Like a bolt from the blue, Song Shiming felt a foreboding premonition. A layer of fear covered his handsome face. He angrily spat out one word, "Fuck!"
He pulled Wang Qinghe hard, trying to pull his hand back from the devil's hand, but he couldn't shake him at all.
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