The barrage exploded.
[Someone come and slap me, I'm blind.]
[Are these special effects actors? The makeup is so realistic. Look at that girl, only a tiny bit of her neck is left connected to her body.]
[Why do I think it's a ghost?]
[Impossible, would Pia still let you live stream? The signal would have been gone by then.]
[agree. ]
[Interesting. I thought it was just an ordinary talent show, but I didn't expect it to be so creative.]
As the number of online viewers in the live broadcast room increased, the staff of the Internet monitoring department were frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.
The phone kept ringing, and it was because the superiors asked me to close the live broadcast room.
"It can't be turned off," the person in charge said, his face turning pale. "We've tried everything, but nothing works. Should we cut off the power?"
The person in charge looked at the messy control room and said, "The young comrade who went to cut the power has been electrocuted to death."
His voice trembled with fear: "He was electrocuted to death...his skin and flesh were all singed...right before my eyes..."
I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone. The person in charge shook his head in despair:
"We can't even leave the building now. Those ghosts... are forcing us to finish watching the live broadcast."
In the auditorium, the trainees whose phones were confiscated had no idea what was going on inside the live broadcast room.
However, even if you give them the phone, they won't bother to pay attention.
"Ah—ghost—" The trendy guy was the first to let out a broken scream. He stumbled and crawled towards the stage.
"Ghost! There's a ghost!"
His tears and snot were mixed together, and he pulled his arms to ask the host for help.
"Ghost?" The host's red lips opened wide, as if about to eat someone. "Is this a ghost?"
Her hands suddenly moved to the junction of her neck and body, and she peeled off the skin on her head like taking off clothes.
“!”
When people are extremely frightened, they will forget to scream.
The trendy man even forgot to breathe, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
[Oh my god! Sister Xiangxiang made a huge sacrifice this time.]
[Do you think the trainees know the program schedule?]
[Of course they didn't know. Look at their performance. If they had known in advance, their acting wouldn't have been so good.]
[Wait, who do I see? That's Chu Mu, right? The 13th person in Group A.]
[He seems quite calm, did he know about it in advance?]
[It goes without saying that he's definitely the show's royalty. First he made a fool of himself, then he made a splash, building up expectations. Now he's got the God's perspective. He really knows how to have fun.]
[What's wrong with being the emperor? Is it because you don't like being the emperor that you don't want to be the emperor?]
[As a medical student, I must remind you that judging by the muscle lines on this host's face, they are definitely not made up.]
[Chu Mu really stands out. Everyone else is crying and screaming, can't he pretend a little?]
[But I just like this kind of character who doesn't care if everyone in the world dies, as long as I'm happy.]
As expected, the medical student's comment was flooded with comments.
The host's expression was no longer discernible beneath her exposed flesh. Her eyes slowly rolled around twice before she suddenly let out a sharp scream: "Shut up!!"
All the trainees in the audience covered their ears in pain.
Shao Di felt as if someone was poking his eardrum with a needle, and the pain made the veins in his neck bulge.
Chu Mu patted his back and pasted a yellow talisman on it.
"Huh?"
The pain quickly disappeared. Shao Di looked around at the crowd who were still rolling around in pain but couldn't even utter a groan. He was puzzled for a moment and then quickly turned to look at Chu Mu.
"Chu Mu, you——"
"Come on," Chu Mu pushed Shao Di away, "Sit down."
The high-definition camera broadcast every move in the venue live, and Chu Mu's small movements were also captured.
[What did Chu Mu give to the little brother?]
[Character?]
[You know what, they really do look alike.]
[So Chu Mu’s character is a Heavenly Master?]
In the temporary meeting room of the Zhongzhou Metaphysics Society, several laptop computers were placed on a long table, all of which were playing the PK scene of "Dream Stealer".
"Brother, can you see that talisman clearly?"
"Zoom in and take a look."
The old monk in a cassock came close to the computer screen, and his cloudy pupils suddenly dilated sharply.
"The talisman for exorcising evil! It's the lost talisman for exorcising evil!"
"What? Let me see too!"
Another old man dressed as a Taoist priest also came over and said, "It really is a talisman to dispel evil spirits. It's a talisman with cinnabar patterns on it! Which master gave this to this young man?"
"Oh, this young man is really squandering such a precious talisman. He uses it on such a small matter. It's not worth it!"
"Young people have no experience, they just use whatever they have, alas—"
"When will the rescue team arrive?" asked the old monk who spoke first.
"The nearest team will arrive in about an hour."
"Amitabha," the old monk said with a worried look on his face, "I hope we can make it in time. Behind this young donor, there must be a master who is far more powerful than us."
…
"A talisman to dispel evil." Chi Xiusi narrowed his eyes.
As soon as this talisman came out, all the ghosts sitting around fled away silently.
Chu Mu's fourth row was inexplicably left empty.
Chi Xiusi certainly didn't feel anything at all, and A Zhong's expression remained the same.
Chu Mu rationally didn't want to bother with Chi Xiusi.
But he couldn't help but turned his head away and said sarcastically: "Oh, you are an expert."
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