The leader of the Lao Miao anti-counterfeiting team is Li Qiang, a middle-aged man with a burly build and a face full of flesh.
He brought a group of like-minded netizens and several anti-counterfeiting anchors to the old temple in the west of the city.
In fact, he is not stupid. He dared to come because he saw Jiang Muyao destroy the evil spirit in the video.
Therefore, they will not lose anything on this trip.
This trip was just to gain popularity. If there is no vengeful spirit, it can be said that Jiang Muyao is faking it!
As for the fact that there really were vengeful spirits, he had never even thought about it.
They held cameras, mobile phones, and even some professional live broadcast equipment, ready to record the entire anti-counterfeiting operation.
"Brothers, today we are going to expose the lies of this evil spirit!"
Li Qiang stood at the gate of the old temple and spoke loudly to the camera, his tone full of confidence.
"Evil spirits are just tricks. Let's expose their true colors today!"
Several people behind him also started to make noises:
"Yes, the urn and the evil spirit are all hype!"
"Let's show them today what the power of science is!"
A group of people pushed open the door of the old temple and walked in, laughing.
The temple was dimly lit and the air was filled with a damp and musty smell.
Several dilapidated statues stood in the corner, and the mottled paint on their faces made them look somewhat ferocious.
"That's it? An old temple of evil spirits?"
Li Qiang smiled disdainfully and said to the camera:
"Brothers, look at this. This place is so shabby. There's not even a decent prop. How can it be real?"
As he spoke, he patted the head of a statue with his hand and said frivolously:
"Hey, evil spirit, where are you? Come out and let us see you!"
The others also laughed, and the atmosphere was relaxed and happy.
However, just when they felt bored and were about to leave, a low roar suddenly came from the temple.
Li Qiang was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile and said:
"Wow, it even has sound effects? Pretty professional!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the dilapidated statues in the temple suddenly cracked, and black mist poured out from the cracks.
Quickly condensed into several twisted shadows.
They floated in the air, making sharp laughter.
"What...what is this?"
Li Qiang's smile froze on his face and his voice trembled.
There really is a ghost~
A ghostly figure floated in front of him and patted his face. The cold touch made him shudder.
"You're quite crazy!"
He took a few steps back and fell to the ground, "Don't...don't come over here!"
The others were also terrified and ran towards the temple gate screaming.
However, the temple door slammed shut in front of them and no matter how hard they pulled, they couldn't open it!
"Help! There's a ghost!" Screams rang out one after another.
Ghostly figures floated in the air, teasing the intruders.
They sometimes pulled their hair, sometimes patted their shoulders, and even blew air in their ears, scaring them out of their wits.
Li Qiang huddled in a corner, his face pale, muttering non-stop:
"I was wrong, I was wrong, I will never fight against fakes again..."
Wang Mingyu's phone screen was on, and his fingers were trembling as he searched for Jiang Muyao's live broadcast room on the live broadcast platform.
As a fake-fighting anchor with little traffic, he originally came to expose this ghost farce to gain traffic.
But unexpectedly, I became the protagonist of this farce.
"Damn, there really are ghosts in this world!"
Wang Mingyu cursed inwardly and slid his fingers across the screen quickly. He remembered that the host in the video had used talisman paper and copper coins to seal the evil spirit.
Although he thought it was a special effect at the time, now he could only pin his hopes on her.
Fortunately, he searched for the anchor's live broadcast room based on the few words in the comment area.
"Live fortune telling... Live fortune telling..."
He muttered to himself, and finally found her live broadcast room in the PK anchor list.
When he saw the words "live broadcast", he almost cried.
"God bless you, God bless you!"
Wang Mingyu clicked on the connection application with trembling fingers.
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Soon, the car stopped outside the old temple.
After Jiang Muyao got off the car, she immediately felt a cold breath coming towards her.
She frowned and said to Pei Haoyu:
"Wait for me outside, don't go in! Take the amulet!"
"Sister-in-law, be careful!"
Inside the temple, Wang Mingyu and others were huddled in a corner, their faces pale and their eyes filled with fear.
There was a middle-aged man lying on the ground, his life or death unknown.
Seeing Jiang Muyao push open the temple door and walk in, they seemed to have seen a savior and hurriedly shouted:
"Master! Help!"
Wang Mingyu huddled in the corner of the old temple, holding his cell phone tightly in his hand, with the camera always aimed at Jiang Muyao.
The number of people in his live broadcast room soared wildly, and the barrage of comments and gifts made it almost impossible to see the screen.
(Holy crap! Is this true?! A young lady came to rescue people alone?)
(This plot is too awesome!)
(Don’t be silly, this is obviously a script!)
(A script? Even if it’s a script, I still love reading it!)
Wang Mingyu didn't bother to read the comments, his eyes were fixed on Jiang Muyao's every move.
Jiang Muyao ignored them and glanced at the ghosts.
She took out a piece of talisman paper from her sleeve and whispered:
"The sky and the earth are boundless, the universe borrows the power, little devils retreat!"
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