Chapter 230 Players’ Fear is My Harvest
Lu Ming couldn't help but rub his temples.
It's so miserable.
He had been brainwashed by Zhu Hao's violent performance of dismemberment and killing.
"Indeed, this is not called a ghost, this is called anti-humanity."
There shouldn’t be anything wrong with this anchor’s spiritual world!
Although his scalp was numbing with shock, Lu Ming actually felt relieved.
If you can play like this, you won’t have to worry about bad reviews.
Who wouldn’t say “WTF” after seeing this?
Who can withstand this?
While Lu Ming was thinking, he turned off Zhu Hao's live broadcast, returned to the Yinlang homepage, and refreshed the live broadcast square.
Sure enough,
The live broadcast room of "Out of My Control" still dominates the charts.
Of the ten people on the homepage, eight are crying and the remaining two are screaming.
This is normal!
The victims are the majority!
Those who are made to cry by ghosts are the mainstream players!
Lu Ming casually clicked on a live broadcast room with the title "Never Whimper in Front of Ghosts".
I clicked on it and it was true.
The live broadcast screen was pitch black, with only a halo of oil lamp visible on the screen.
Then came the sound of heavy breathing and... soft, long, nasal sobs.
The character of an anchor is hiding behind a wardrobe in a dilapidated theater.
The window frame is broken, the wind is howling, and the rain is hitting the eaves outside.
The host's intermittent sobbing continued to be heard from the headphones:
"I...I don't want to play anymore, okay...wu..."
"This game really shouldn't be free, and he should even pay me for counseling!"
The commentators were also very considerate and began to transcribe the host's mental state in real time:
The host is crying again! She's really crying again! This is the third time!
[Wow, wow, even I, the audience, feel cold...]
[Stop crying! If you keep crying, you'll get a mental health label!]
[That's right, anchor, just give up. There's no need for a new anchor to work so hard.]
In the live broadcast room is a young female anchor, whose ID is [Nuonuo Yuyu]
Her voice was originally sweet and charming, but now it was hoarse from crying, and she was trembling as she tried to calm down.
"I'm...I'm sorry, everyone..."
She tried to move the microphone further away while choking softly.
"I, I'm really not creating any character... I'm really, really scared..."
Lu Ming now sat up straighter and glanced at her game screen.
The entire map looks like an abandoned theater.
There was a slanting wind and drizzle outside the window, and the raindrops were like white silk, hanging down from the eaves.
Under the dim light, the stage was piled with tattered scenery and the prop cabinet was lying on its side, like the aftermath of a big play that ended hastily.
In the live broadcast room, the barrage of comments scrolled quickly:
[The backstage of the opera house... is quite suitable for being a ghost... woo woo woo]
[Did anyone see that piece of rope? It's hanging from the beam! !]
[Oh my god! That’s a hanged ghost! ! !]
[This picture is really scary. There used to be a theater near my grandma's house... I don't dare to recall it now]
Lu Ming narrowed his eyes.
Hanged ghost?
What's new about this?
Lu Ming quickly searched the comment section.
Soon, I found someone who was popularizing this stuff.
"Hanging Ghost! I know! This thing has a skill called Rope Drop!"
"Can throw a rope over the player's head, and then it will fall silently. If you don't leave the range within three seconds, you will be suspended for two seconds and unable to move."
"And when this thing possesses you, it drops you into the air!"
"This thing is weird! The weird thing is that it appears and disappears like a ghost, always suddenly falling from the sky! And it's incredibly fast! I call it the stage airborne force!"
Lu Ming: “…”
Wow, this is a bondage-type ghost!
In the live broadcast, the host Nuonuo Yuyu was moving forward while crying.
She carefully extended the oil lamp forward. In front of her was a half-closed screen painted with faded peonies.
Her hands trembled slightly, her fingers tightly gripping the mouse, and as she trembled, she hypnotized herself:
"It's okay, it's okay... If there's anything behind the screen, I'll just close the game..."
"Not very scary, not very scary..."
"I'm a live streamer, and I'm here tonight to summon the gods. What can I do if I run into a few little ghosts?"
"How?"
"What else can I do?"
“…”
The barrage of comments frantically advised her not to go out:
[What else can I do? Damn it, this anchor is crazy!]
【Don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, don’t go! ! ! !】
[The hanged ghost is behind the screen! ! ! ! I just saw the rope! ! ! !]
[Later, as soon as you step out of the door, I’ll give you a neck-hanging dive!!!]
However, she didn't see the barrage.
She just gritted her teeth and whispered:
"God bless you... Nuonuo, don't cry. I want to win..."
His hand was about to push open the screen.
——Snap.
A length of rope fell silently from the roof beam, hanging half a foot above her head.
Lu Mingdu could hear a very subtle sound of rope friction coming from the headphones.
The female anchor didn't notice, she was still counting quietly to give herself courage:
“Three…two…”
"Run! Run ...
The barrage went crazy.
Just when she was about to take a step forward.
The rope suddenly tightened!
"bite……"
The sound of bronze bells.
“Wu ...!!!”
She was sent flying backwards, hitting the ceiling, her feet hanging in the air and her body struggling!
The picture shook violently, and her character was seen struggling frantically.
His legs kicked wildly in the air, and a circle of purple marks quickly appeared on his neck.
【Anchor!!!!!!】
[Fuck... This design is too cruel...]
[Oh my god! Her character's eyes are rolling up!]
My legs went weak!
【Free promotion is coming! 】
【Professional treatment of stiff neck, cervical spondylosis...】
Lu Ming took a breath of cold air.
Fortunately, he is not this player!
After all, this is the opera world's hanged ghost, full of real cultural horror!
On the screen, the figure of the hanged ghost player slowly slid down from the roof beam.
It whispered, holding the rope with one hand and the neck of the hung player with the other.
Then, he suddenly raised his hand!
"hiss--"
The whole hemp rope fell suddenly!
“Click!”
A crisp sound of neck breaking was heard!
【Player·Nuonuoyuyu·Eliminated】
The entire live broadcast room was silent for a moment.
Then it exploded like crazy!
[Is this still 18+?! You're censoring this! ! !]
[I'll report it right now! Then I'll come back and continue reading!]
[Wuwuwu, anchor, please stop broadcasting! This is no longer a live broadcast, this is a live broadcast accident!]
[I was so scared that I dropped the teacup]
[I was wondering why my toilet was clogged. It seems the host's actions blocked it completely...]
[Please, please don't release any new characters in this game! ! ! ]
Lu Ming decisively exited the live broadcast room.
He put down the mouse, leaned back in his chair, and said nothing.
Pause for a few seconds,
Lu Mingcai sat up straight again, with an indescribable complex light in his eyes.
After exiting the live broadcast room, Lu Ming looked at the perspectives of other victims.
The titles of various live broadcast rooms have begun to take on a new form of entertainment mixed with wailing.
This game... has gradually evolved into a dual outlet for the public's fear and curiosity!
I don’t want to play anymore. I don’t want to play anymore. I don’t want to play anymore. (Click to see me cry)
[Prayer to God failed, now turned into a pendant]
【Hello AKA, this is the barber! 】
[Three against one and still getting killed? ? ]
【……】
Some players are even conducting voting activities:
[Vote: Which ghost do you least want to encounter?]
[1. Hanged Ghost: Suddenly the rope disappeared]
[2. Peeling the Charm: Head and hands fly towards you]
[3. Nightmare Lord: You speak, and he speaks back in your ear]
[4. Twin-mouthed baby: You are crying, he is laughing]
5. Paper Man: The person is not broken, but the trust is broken.
【6. I can’t vote, I don’t want to encounter any of them!!!】
【……】
Lu Ming silently clicked "6".
Then he didn't look at the live broadcast again, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose.
The player's fear is his harvest.
Based on the various pictures of people playing games online, he already had an idea in his mind.
The debt value this time... is definitely as stable as an old dog.
This time, it’s really stable!
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