Milk Tea Man Tang had an even worse experience. She mysteriously drowned in her own home sink.
During that period, several netizens met with accidents, ranging from minor injuries to serious deaths.
In short, there are no more discordant voices in Zhao Manqi's live broadcast room.
"With me here, those who hurt you can't escape." Chen Yan caressed Zhao Manqi's hair lovingly, and Zhao Manqi closed her eyes happily.
"There's a guy who claims to be a monk who wants to challenge me to a duel. I'm a little worried."
Chen Yan's pupils instantly turned dark: "Humph, give it to me."
The rest of the story is similar to what Fang Zhiyi had seen before. The hero still disappeared with his thoughts about the heroine, and the heroine also made a lot of money, quit the Internet and became a quiet woman, waiting for her Prince Charming.
"Anchor, are you still okay?" A barrage of comments floated by.
Fang Zhiyi was startled: "Hey, babe."
"You scared me. You suddenly stopped moving and talking."
Fang Zhiyi took a look at the live broadcast room. The original owner was really unlucky. There were only about a hundred people in the live broadcast room.
"I suddenly thought of something."
"Anchor, what's that on the ground?"
Fang Zhiyi looked in the direction he was looking, and a faint footprint suddenly appeared in the camera.
"Footprints." Fang Zhiyi sniffed. Others wouldn't say it, but the original owner's eyes could still confirm it. "The feet are quite small."
"I got goosebumps. How could there be such a footprint in this deserted house?"
"Anchor, if not, let's go home."
Fang Zhiyi pointed the camera at the footprints, looked around, and saw nothing. This deserted house was very gloomy, but there was no evil aura. In other words, even if there was something, it was relatively subtle, otherwise the original owner would not be able to get out.
But the live broadcast must continue, do it while you love it.
Fang Zhiyi stretched out his hand and gestured: "The footprint is not big, there is no pattern on the sole, and it is a bit blurry, like... a woman's foot. Speaking of this, I have a story. When I was a monk, I once came to a dilapidated temple..." Fang Zhiyi opened his mouth and told stories. He is a first-class storyteller.
The hundred or so people in the live broadcast room listened attentively.
Suddenly, a reminder to apply for a connection popped up on Fang Zhiyi's screen, and the phone also made a "ding-ling-ling" sound.
Fang Zhiyi smiled. She really came. He looked at the user named Zhao Manqi 520 and wondered why this woman liked to use her own name as her online name.
"Brothers, a netizen has requested a connection. Do you think I should accept it or not?"
"Connecting at this time? Hang up."
As soon as someone typed this sentence, Fang Zhiyi pressed the answer button, and then a girl appeared on the screen.
"What the hell? It scared me!" Some netizens complained.
"Hello, this is Zhao Manqi 250㱕 netizen."
Zhao Manqi was about to interrupt Fang Zhiyi and start venting, but was choked by his opening remarks and rolled her eyes: "You have no eyes? My name is Zhao Manqi 520!"
"Yes, yes, yes." Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Miss Zhao Manqi, what can I do for you?"
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