Zhao Manqi was very depressed and could only hide at home and not go out.
Fang Zhiyi was also very depressed. Whenever he tried to get close to the heroine, he would be warned by a muffled thunder.
This was the first time he had encountered such a situation. How could the laws of nature in this world protect the heroine so much?
What the hell is this!
But his eyes turned and he came up with a new idea.
The embroiderer is a lonely soul who cannot be reincarnated. Fortunately, the property left by her ancestors is still there, so she has a place to live temporarily. However, in recent years, there are always people coming in the middle of the night, holding glowing objects to look around. She is naturally timid and can only hide every time.
Over time, the embroiderer got used to it. Sometimes when people came in and talked to the strange objects in their hands, she would go over to check them out. She didn't recognize some of the words, as if they were different from what she had learned in her previous life. However, after seeing them many times, she could understand their meaning.
However, the person who came a few days ago was a little strange. As usual, the embroiderer wanted to leave some traces for these people called "anchors" to facilitate their explanations. She always found it very interesting to listen to their serious nonsense.
But that person was different. The embroiderer always felt that the person seemed to be able to see her, so that day she just left a footprint and hid.
It would be bad if someone saw us.
The house, which had been deserted for a few days, had guests again. A little bald man came in in the middle of the night with a cell phone.
"Brothers, this is the place Fang Zhiyi has been to before. I will retrace Fang Zhiyi's steps and explain everything to you one by one."
Many people were watching his live broadcast room.
"The anchor is awesome."
"Are you going to Yuying Middle School too?"
"Please follow me first."
The bald man looked at the rising number of fans and grinned. He would never go to that place. It was just an excuse to gain fans! Even if he wanted to go, he would definitely not be like that idiot before. At least bring a car full of bread!
"Fang Zhiyi found footprints right here before." The bald man zoomed in the camera. "Look! The footprints are gone!"
Everyone in the live broadcast room was amazed.
The bald man pondered for a moment and analyzed: "It seems that there is a possibility."
"Speak!"
"What's the possibility that it was wiped out by someone else?"
The bald man kept the secret for a long time: "That is, Fang Zhiyi is a forgery!"
He glanced at the buzzing livestream room and continued, "He must have come to scout the location before the broadcast and fabricated something to attract your attention. This is very common in the livestreaming industry." The bald man paused, "But he's already dead, so let's just forget it."
He had already decided before he came here that he would start by fighting against counterfeiting. He was not afraid of being scolded because this was how he made a living!
However, his words offended the embroiderer who was peeking at the side. At this time, the embroiderer was watching his live broadcast room with her hands behind her back. When she heard that the man who came last time had died, the embroiderer felt a little regretful. However, when she heard this man say that the footprints he left behind were fake, the embroiderer became anxious. After all, she was just a little girl when she died, and she still had a temper.
The embroiderer suddenly stood in front of the bald man and pointed at his nose: "You are talking nonsense!"
But the bald man couldn't see her at all.
The embroiderer really didn't know how to curse. After holding it in for a long time, her face turned even paler but she didn't utter a single word.
Then she got a little angry, and in her anger she thought of a way to shake the small tree next to her to scare the anchor, but just when her hand was on the tree, a hand grabbed her collar and pulled her back.
The embroiderer was stunned for a few seconds, and then saw a somewhat familiar face.
"Ah! Ghost!"
Fang Zhiyi looked at the struggling embroiderer and sighed, "You're talking as if you're not a ghost."
The embroiderer paused and said, "Yes, you are? The anchor?"
Fang Zhiyi corrected him, "In his lifetime."
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