The lights suddenly went out.
From the originally silent room came the sound of a woman crying, intermittently, and the sound of the wind whistling past.
A loud thunder exploded outside the window, completely illuminating the narrow little room.
The three of them huddled in bed, staring intently at the computer screen in front of them.
"Oh my God, we are watching a horror movie, do we need such a suitable atmosphere?" The bald man who was sandwiched in the middle couldn't stand it. He was not afraid at first, but was scared by this atmosphere.
"This is a sign of respect for the director," the man on the left adjusted his glasses, "otherwise, what if you two burst out laughing later?"
The fat guy on the right let out a heavy breath and grumbled, "Turn down the air conditioner a little bit! It's too hot! I'm almost suffocating!"
The three of them were not fans of Moonlight Girl or any of the actors in Asian Horror Stories. They were simply attracted to watch the TV series after seeing the promotional video of the TV series on Douyin.
In the past decade, almost all horror films have ended with explanations of dreams, mental illness, and hallucinations. However, Zhou Yiyang brazenly wrote the slogan "There really are ghosts" on his promotional poster.
Just for this reason, many people come to see it.
This is also why Guan Fei was not surprised at all when she saw from the backstage that the number of real-time online users of Moonlight in China alone exceeded 20 million.
Zhou Yiyang did a great job marketing "Asian Horror Stories".
However, whether the TV series can retain the audience depends on the quality of the TV series itself.
When the crying sound just now was heard, the computer screen was still pitch black, which made people wonder if there was something wrong with the player.
The screen didn't light up until a red candle was lit.
This is a wedding candle. Every drop of wax that drips is like blood, covering the entire table.
As the candlelight grew brighter, the background became clearer.
The background music sounded, and after a violent shaking special effect, a black and white portrait occupied the entire screen.
The next second, the woman whose face could not be seen clearly in the portrait except for her red lips suddenly smiled.
"Oh my God!" The fat man covered his chest, obviously frightened.
"Has it already started?" The man with glasses said with a weak voice. He had actually seen quite a few horror movies from Europe and America, but he realized that only the horror elements in the culture could really scare him.
Who knew that the next second, a heavy snow would crush the entire house.
In the vast snow, a man was walking forward with difficulty.
He was not alone, he was carrying a gray-haired woman on his back.
Their mouths opened and closed, as if they were saying something, but apart from the piano-based background music, there was no sound at all.
The man's veins suddenly bulged and he threw the old woman on his back off the cliff.
The camera shifted to the bottom of the cliff, where besides the endless white snow, there were also layers of skulls piled up like a small mountain.
"Is this the opening credits?" The bald man's eyes lit up, clearly showing interest. "Very interesting! This opening credits are truly unique."
A gust of wind blew, and a yellowed old photo flew up from the snow.
The photo became clearer and clearer. It was an ordinary graduation photo.
The camera flashed, and it was still the graduation photo, but one person's head suddenly disappeared.
One by one, the people in the photos all became headless.
At the same time, after the piano BGM was interrupted, the laughter of several girls was heard, hysterical laughter.
The photo started to burn, and the camera switched to a dilapidated mountain village where a group of ragged villagers were burning paper money.
A man in red clothes at the front was shouting with his arms raised, shaking a bell with his left hand, and muttering something, like a monk casting a spell.
The villagers below also seemed to be crazy, singing and dancing along with him. Then the group made way for him, and a coffin was carried out and thrown into the fire.
The background music stopped and the sound of "dong dong dong" was heard.
"There's someone in the coffin," the fat man's voice was a little weak. "Was he burned alive? This is too horrible!"
After the three-minute opening credits, a pale hand wrote the title of the series in blood on the screen:
"Asian Horror Stories".
"What a textured opening." This is the first comment that comes to many people's minds after watching the opening.
Even the picky European and American netizens had to put aside their prejudice against China and admit that the beginning of this TV series was like a movie.
Ovina was curled up in bed watching the show alone. Although she had goosebumps all over her body, she became more and more excited about the show.
"This opening is so good!" Owena said impatiently, "I can't even bear to fast forward."
When the camera turned, a picture full of life was revealed.
A slightly plump woman was cooking noodles. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. A pot behind her was bubbling with orange-red bubbles.
The woman turned around, stirred the soup pot behind her with a spoon, and fished out an unusually thick bone with some scraps of meat still hanging from it.
"Boss lady," Tang Yue's voice rang out. She came over holding an umbrella, her face looking very tired. "Give me a bowl of mixed bean curd noodles and some more hot dishes."
"You're off work quite early today?" Seeing that she was a regular customer, the proprietress started chatting with her.
Zhou Yiyang deliberately gave a shot of a clock, and it was already one o'clock in the morning.
"I didn't go to work today." The woman sat down and poured herself a glass of water. "I went on a blind date."
"You're so beautiful, why do you need a blind date?" The lady boss looked at me in confusion. "I thought everyone was lining up to pursue you!"
The beautiful woman shook her head, frowned and said, "What are you thinking? I work such a gloomy time every day. Who would be willing to marry me? There will be no one to take care of his children in the future."
"Oh, ask your parents for help!" The proprietress added some more minced meat to the woman's plate. "By the way, how about the man?"
"Not bad." The beautiful woman smiled shyly, as if recalling the scene of their blind date: "He's quite fair and seems to be an honest man."
"That's good, isn't it?" the proprietress smiled. "Your noodles are ready."
The beautiful woman immediately started eating with relish, and gave the proprietress a thumbs up.
After eating the noodles, the beautiful woman left again with an umbrella. In fact, it was not raining outside at all.
The proprietress grabbed the coins on the table and continued to stir her bone soup while humming a song.
"Mom!" Luo Chen, shirtless, suddenly appeared in the camera. He wiped his hair with a towel and shouted in the bathroom, "I won't eat breakfast today, or I'll be late!"
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