He put on his headset and saw that the countdown for the live broadcast was going on.
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
"The live broadcast begins."
"Hello, everyone. I am the host of 'Midnight Ghost Story', Ling Fei. From today onwards, at this time every night, I will bring you stories one after another. These stories will start from 50 years ago in Changsha's Dart Ridge.”
That's right, the story that Ling Fei was going to tell was the famous work of the Northern Sect's Third Uncle, Grave Robbing Diary!
After a long period of enhancement, Ling Fei's voice was completely different from usual. If Ling Fei's voice usually gave people a warm feeling like a spring breeze, then at this moment, it carried a strange and eerie feeling.
At the same time, Ling Fei's ability to describe was also infinitely enhanced. Not only did he manage the sound, but he also controlled the rhythm of the story and the pause point perfectly.
"Fifty years ago, at the Bianzi Ridge in Changsha, four local masters were squatting on a mound. None of them spoke, but they stared at the Luoyang shovel on the ground. The shovel still had soil that had just been brought out from the ground. Strangely, the cup of soil was constantly oozing bright red liquid, as if it had just been dipped in blood.
"This time, we're in big trouble." Old Cigarette Butt knocked his pipe on the ground."There's a bloody corpse down there. If we don't do it well, we might end up dead."'
'Are you going down to mumble? In a word, he was being ridiculous!'The one-eyed young man said,'You said that your legs are inconvenient, so don't go down. My brother and I will go down and give him a shot.'
Old Cigarette Butt didn't get angry. Instead, he laughed and said to a bearded man beside him,"" You're so powerful that you might be able to flip the lid over at any time. You need to educate yourself. Our business can't be done with just a box cannon.'
The bearded man glared at the young man."" You brat, how can you talk to the Old Master like that? When the Old Master dug out the soil, you were still in your mother's stomach.'”
A total of four people appeared at the beginning. Under Ling Fei's vivid description, images immediately appeared in the minds of the listeners.
Old Cigarette Butt's solemnity, the one-eyed young man's words with a hint of youth and frivolity, the bearded man's reprimand, and all kinds of local accents mixed together. Ling Fei used different voices and different tones to describe all of this. He even deliberately lowered his voice so that the listeners could feel the scene in this clip more clearly.
Lisa Rong and Zeng Xiaoxian, who were separated by the glass window, were shocked by Ling Fei's operation.
It was too realistic!
The moment Ling Fei opened his mouth, the two of them shuddered in unison. This was the reaction of being frightened by Ling Fei's voice. After all, they had just heard Ling Fei's warm voice that was like a spring breeze. In the next second, they saw with their own eyes the voice of an old man coming out of Ling Fei's mouth. Even some of the hoarseness was imitated to perfection.
Zeng Xiaoxian felt uneasy as he listened to Ling Fei's description. He was not very brave, so he was a little afraid of the scene in his mind. But strangely, there was a force that made him reluctant to leave. He was curious about how the story would develop. Why would the soil on the Luoyang shovel keep oozing red blood? What was the bloody corpse that Old Cigarette Butt was talking about? What kind of person was the ancestor that Big Beard was talking about?
All of this attracted Zeng Xiaoxian. Although he was afraid of the image in his mind, he couldn't help but want to know what happened next.
Lisa Rong was the same. However, unlike Zeng Xiaoxian, she was not so timid. She was purely intrigued by Ling Fei. She could not help but sigh in her heart. She had dug up a treasure!
She also understood why Ling Fei refused to broadcast the ghost stories she had collected. None of those ghost stories could compare to Ling Fei's story. No…To be precise, it was an insult to compare them.
The live broadcast was still going on. Ling Fei was still talking non-stop. He controlled the rhythm and slowly unfolded the whole story in front of the audience like a painting.
"'How should I say... I said it wrong. The ancestor didn't say it. That bloody corpse was a good thing. There must be a lot of treasures down there. If he didn't go down, he would have to make a pot of soup.'
"You still dare to talk back!" Big Beardy raised his hand to hit him, but Old Cigarette Butt blocked him with his pipe.
" You're really a father. You only know how to fight. Why don't you look at where you are now? Weren't you the same when you were a child? This is called a crooked upper beam and a crooked lower beam!'
The one-eyed young man saw that his father was being scolded, so he lowered his head and laughed secretly. Old Cigarette Butt coughed and knocked the one-eyed young man's head again. The last time you two dukes dug up this thing in Luoyang, you're still acting crazy. You little brat, you don't even have hair on your mouth, yet you're so rash when doing things. Do you think you have too many brains?'
The live broadcast lasted for an hour. As Ling Fei explained slowly, it was finally nearing the end.
"Today, we will stop here. If you like this story, you can come back tomorrow at this time. This is the Midnight Ghost Stories program. I am your host, Ling Fei. Goodbye.”
"Hu…"
After he finished speaking, Ling Fei lay on the back of the chair tiredly. Although it had only been an hour, in order to strive for perfection, Ling Fei's brain was in an extremely tense state every second, so he actually used up a lot of energy.
"The host is tired. Spirit 1."
"The host is tired. Spirit 1."
"The host is tired. Spirit 1."
It wasn't until the live broadcast ended that Ling Fei realized that his lips were a little thirsty.
While they were still resting, Lisa Rong and Zeng Xiaoxian walked in. As soon as they walked in, Lisa Rong praised," Ling Fei, your story is really fascinating. I'm completely addicted to it."”
Ling Fei smiled tiredly. He just liked to do his best. This was his job. In fact, there was nothing to praise.
Lisa Rong was keenly aware of the tiredness on Ling Fei's face. She glared at Zeng Xiaoxian and urged," It's almost time for your live broadcast. What are you still doing here? Hurry up and go to your live broadcast room to prepare."”
"Hey, I'll go now." Zeng Xiaoxian, who was urged by Lisa Rong, didn't dare to stay. He originally wanted to ask Ling Fei about the future, but now it seemed that he should prepare for the live broadcast first.
After Zeng Xiaoxian left, only Ling Fei and Lisa Rong were left in the live broadcast room.
Lisa Rong silently walked behind Ling Fei and naturally placed her hands on both sides of Ling Fei's head to rub his temples.
Ling Fei only felt a cool sensation on his temples, followed by a moderate massage. He could not help but let out a comfortable sound,"Hmm..."
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