The man's smile froze, his expression turning puzzled as he stared intently at the screen. He almost completely obscured the screen, making it impossible to see where he was.
So, did the host get it right?
Why is this person no longer laughing? Did the streamer guess right?
Turn your screen around so we can see it.
The man stepped aside, and the screen went completely black, making it impossible to see anything clearly.
With a flick of the flashlight, a dark mass of tombstones appeared on the screen, some of them old and dilapidated, already fallen to the side.
Besides the man, there was another person with him, who appeared to be the photographer.
[It really is in a cemetery, how scary!]
The anchor was right again.
Someone please help me: "We are all people who have received compulsory education, don't be superstitious."
"When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out."
"Metaphysics is nothing more than exploiting people's fear of the unknown to make money."
The man's name was Ling Peng. His mother died from an infection caused by drinking fake talisman water after believing a swindler. He wanted to expose Su Lenghe, the swindler.
I believe there are indeed some highly skilled people out there. When I was a child, I was once frightened and developed a high fever that wouldn't go down. Later, my grandmother found a shaman to perform a ritual, and I got better.
I once stumbled upon a funeral procession and had bad luck for a month. It was only after my mother got a talisman that things got better.
[Upstairs, are you still this ignorant in the 22nd century?]
[Hey streamer, you should stick to being a beauty streamer! Show off your hot dance skills, and you'll definitely become a top streamer someday!]
Ling Peng: "Host, aren't you good at divination? Tell me, are there any ghosts behind us?"
Su Lenghe's eyes narrowed slightly: "I advise you to leave as soon as possible. There's something not far from you."
"If only it really existed, I could finally see it for myself."
The camera swayed around, showing only two living people and nothing else.
Su Lenghe clearly saw a dark figure on the screen, slowly approaching the two of them.
Su Lenghe: "You'd better remove the cinnabar from your hand."
"Don't even think about it. Everyone knows that cinnabar can ward off evil spirits. If there really is a ghost, I'll smash it to pieces in one go."
The shadowy figure approached the man with the cinnabar on his hand, overlapping with Ling Peng's shadow.
Ling Peng kicked over a tombstone. The weathered tombstone was very fragile and cracked into several pieces: "Host, if there really are ghosts, wouldn't I be in grave danger right now?"
Su Lenghe nodded calmly: "Indeed."
Ling Peng sneered: "There are no ghosts in the world, so you're a liar."
Su Lenghe's clear eyes reflected the scene on the screen. In the scene, a man was shrouded in a huge black shadow. The shadow seemed very angry, and the black energy surged and rolled like boiling water.
“I advise you to kneel down and apologize to the tomb owner immediately; there’s still room for maneuver,” Su Lenghe said seriously.
Whether ghosts truly exist or not, people should have a sense of awe. Unless there is deep-seated hatred, most people would not desecrate someone's grave.
Ling Peng thought Su Lenghe was just being deliberately mysterious, so he became even bolder: "Kneel down before him? Don't even think about it!"
As he spoke, he stepped on the cracked rubble of the tombstone, a highly insulting gesture.
This action was highly provocative. The tombstone is like the face of the deceased, and the man not only kicked the person's face but also stepped on it to humiliate them.
"Caw caw caw—" The crow flapped its wings and flew away into the distance.
The commotion startled the man, who picked up a piece of gravel and threw it into the air, yelling, "Damn it, you scared the hell out of me!"
The crows were startled, and their cries became even more rapid, sending chills down one's spine.
The cawing of crows foretells disaster; this person is about to suffer a great misfortune.
[This is really despicable. The person is gone, and they still deface their tombstone. Doesn't that prevent them from resting in peace?]
[Ghost, come out and get revenge on this pervert!]
Ling Peng looked at these comments and became even more excited: "A bunch of ignorant people, you've all been completely fooled by this liar."
His companion felt uneasy: "Brother, I have a bad feeling about this. Let's hurry up and leave. Let's film a different documentary."
Ling Peng glanced at him disdainfully: "Coward, get lost, get lost."
His companion, feeling as if granted a pardon, handed the phone to Ling Peng, bowed three times to the tombstone, and was about to leave when he heard Su Lenghe say, "You can't leave yet."
Upon hearing this, his companion stopped in his tracks and asked curiously, "Why?"
Su Lenghe said, "He probably won't last much longer. I'll need you to take him back later."
Ling Peng scoffed coldly: "Who are you trying to fool..."
The screen on the phone started shaking violently, followed by a loud thud as something heavy hit the ground.
"Ling Peng! Ling Peng!" came an anxious call from the phone.
Su Lenghe's voice was cold: "Quickly pick up your phone and let me see him."
The screen suddenly shifted, and Ling Peng's face appeared. His face was pale, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his brows were furrowed, as if he was enduring great pain.
[He was just jumping around like a baby, how come he looks like he's about to die now?]
Is this another script?
[This actor's acting is quite good; it looks so real.]
[Xiaoyale: The streamer is really amazing]
[Yanyan: You should be secretly happy that you can afford to have Master Su tell your fortune for this little bit of money.]
Hey Yanyan, are you in company operations? How much do you get paid a month? Can you take me on as a client?
Many livestreamers have management companies. In order to boost the livestreamers' popularity, these companies will give huge amounts of tips to increase their visibility, and the commission they give to Douyin is similar to advertising fees.
Judging from Yan Yan's fan registration level 30, you can tell that Yan Yan has given a lot of tips, and since she doesn't do fortune telling, it seems like a company-run account.
Rong Yan glanced at Su Lenghe, knowing that his uncle's matter could not be known until the person who cast the curse was found, so he chose to remain silent.
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