Lin Jingze himself wasn't a romantic or literary person, but at that moment, looking at the figure not far away, whether real or imaginary, he suddenly felt like being artistic: "There is a beautiful woman in the North, peerless and independent. One glance from her could captivate a city, another glance could captivate a nation."
He took two more steps forward and rubbed his eyes vigorously, revealing his true cultural background. "Fuck! Daddy saw a ghost!"
He didn't actually see Ji Xinghe's face clearly; they were still too far apart. But this feeling was like a figure sketched with just a few strokes in a distant ink painting. Although not detailed, it was a fleeting glimpse that would be unforgettable for the rest of his life. That was all.
Plum Blossom Tomb has another erotic name among the supernatural enthusiasts in Shanghai, called: Beauty Tomb.
The beauty has passed away and is buried under the plum tree. But her soul lingers, attracting countless heroes to shed their blood for her, but in return, he never even glances back.
Countless people rushed forward one after another, and their blood soaked the corpses buried under the plum tree.
The flawless whiteness of snow, the elegant bones of plum blossoms, and the desolate and gorgeousness of blood, the three combined into one, finally become a piece of enchanting beauty.
【Zoom in! Zoom in!】
[Did you take a screenshot? Who took a screenshot just now?!]
[I won't tell you, my nose bleeds all over the keyboard just now. This is just a back view!]
[Don't go ahead, me too! It was just a back view, but at that moment, this back view has already kicked my goddess down and successfully replaced her position in my heart.]
[Hey, I'm better than you guys. I just saw his feet, and he wasn't wearing shoes. Is that a foot? That's my life! Isn't that my life? Here you go! Take it! Just give me a screenshot! I didn't take a screenshot just now!]
[No, why do I feel like the popularity of the live broadcast room has decreased? ]
[It's not that there are fewer people, it's that everyone has stopped talking. Those who can still talk now, even if they look like perverts, are actually strong-willed comrades.]
[Because I'm too weak to type right now! I was so stunned just now that I can't even move my hands! I can only say Aa ...
It was only at this moment that Lin Jingze remembered that he was still live streaming, and his first reaction was to put his phone in his pocket.
He didn't know why he did it, but he did it because he wanted to.
Lin Jingze used his remaining thinking ability to think about it, but he really couldn't tell whether the person under the tree was a human or a ghost.
But whether he was a human or a ghost, he was not going to leave now.
He tried to speak as quietly as possible and slowly moved towards where Ji Xinghe was.
At this time, the live broadcast room was already in chaos.
[What's going on? Why can't I see anything?]
[Your mother is pissed!]
[Anchor, your mother is alive again! Let us out quickly!]
[?! Streamer, are you taking advantage of us not being there?]
[Thank you for the invitation. I'm on my way and will be there soon.]
[+1, I'm almost there too]
It's snowing and hard to drive, so I took a motorcycle. I'll kill the streamer when I get there.
[No, everyone, don't be impulsive! I don't know why, but everyone's comments are so silly, it feels like a joke. But I still have a bad feeling, and I feel like goosebumps all over my body.]
[Do you remember the legend someone just mentioned about the Plum Blossom Tomb? It's terrifying to think about it...]
[Fake, fake, right? Run!]
[Yes, it's fake. Tell the host to wait for me.]
The last few comments are so chilling that it's hard to tell whether they are serious or just joking.
"Boss Lin, there seems to be something wrong with the second young master's live broadcast room here. Do you think we should..." In an office, an assistant who was working the night shift with his boss received a report from his assistant. After thinking about it, he decided to talk to his boss.
"What? He didn't go home." asked Lin Jingze's elder brother Lin Jingyu, who had the same father and mother as Lin Jingze.
The assistant shook his head and replied, "The Second Young Master went to Plum Blossom Mound for a live broadcast. The comments in the live broadcast room seem a little off. I was worried something might have happened to the Second Young Master, so I quickly brought it to you to see."
"Plum Blossom Tomb?" Lin Jingyu was puzzled.
"It's a well-known place among the supernatural enthusiasts in Shanghai. It's said to have been the scene of paranormal activity. This time, Er Shao went there during a livestream. But now the screen in the livestream is black, and you can't see anything. The audience inside seems very excited. Many of them even said they've already left their homes. They're not in a good mood."
This is nonsense. Anyone who is enjoying the beauty and suddenly the screen goes black will be furious.
The assistant didn't actually know the specific situation very clearly, but for the sake of the second young master's personal safety, he felt it was necessary to call the second young master and call him back.
Lin Jingyu frowned as he glanced at the phone his assistant handed him. He noticed that the comments from the livestream audience were indeed unfriendly. Some were even reporting their distances. The closest one was only two or three kilometers away from Lin Jingze.
He didn't even look at the comments in the live broadcast room at that time, and directly dialed Lin Jingze's number.
Lin Jingze's phone was not muted. The melodious music suddenly rang out in the silent night, startling both him and Ji Xinghe.
Lin Jingze took his cell phone out of his pocket and was caught off guard by the eyes of the person in front of him, which suddenly widened due to shock.
His phone slipped from his hand and landed on the snow without a sound. The audience in the live broadcast room had just been released from the small dark room, and after a quick glimpse of the scene, they almost forgot to breathe, and then were locked up again.
Ji Xinghe felt like he had become easily frightened since arriving in this world. In just a few days, he had already broken out in a sweat two or three times.
Can you imagine that you were shooting a video and suddenly turned around to find someone standing not far away from you, staring at you?
Especially now it's late at night.
Ji Xinghe considered himself quite courageous, but he couldn't bear such a shock. He slowly raised his hand and pressed it to his heart. He felt that if this happened a few more times, he would have a quick-acting heart pill on hand.
"Fortunately, fortunately this person still has a shadow." Ji Xinghe retracted his sneaky downward gaze.
Since you are a human being, there is nothing to be afraid of.
The courage that had been frightened away returned to Ji Xinghe at this moment. He stood there coquettishly, smiled at the man in front of him, and pointed a finger behind the man, "Look there."
Lin Jingze, who was hit by the beauty filter, had no time to think about what Ji Xinghe was saying. Seeing Ji Xinghe reaching out for him to look back, he turned his head and looked back stupidly.
There's nothing behind it.
He turned his head back again, but a burst of dazzling white light dazzled his eyes. He had to close his eyes to avoid the intrusion of the strong light.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that there was no trace of Ji Xinghe. Only a series of footprints that seemed to have left in a hurry proved that he had been there.
"Where are the people?" Lin Jingze looked around blankly before he could react.
A few minutes later, Lin Jingze finally recovered from the shock of the facial beauty filter and shouted again, "Where's the person?!"
"Yes, we want to ask you too, where is he?" The audience in the live broadcast room who arrived late didn't even see a strand of Ji Xinghe's hair. Their eyes were red and they looked at Lin Jingze with gritted teeth.
Then they surrounded him with eagerness.
The author has something to say: Lin Jingze: I once saw him, and then he disappeared in a flash of white light. I felt lost and had no appetite. I became haggard because of him.
Little Star, carrying a camera on his shoulder, dragging a toolbox, and running barefoot, said: What white light? That’s dad’s spotlight!
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