Old Zhou, who had already given up, said that he wanted to end the livestream early and leave the abandoned classroom first.
But the problem was that as a streamer, Hao's mind was completely focused on increasing his popularity score.
Hao, who had been a small streamer for many years, finally got the chance to live broadcast the haunted incident next door. He hammered the two big streamers crazily.
Looking at the explosive popularity points, was he going to give up just like that?
How could he give up!
Hao, who was a gambler, completely ignored the fact that the situation was not right. He avoided the camera and whispered,"Old Zhou, you and I have been brothers for many years. This time, after I defeat the two big shots from the neighboring station, I might really become famous. Now, I need you to help me. At most, after this live broadcast ends, I'll double the reward I promised you.”
"Double the reward?"
Old Zhou hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he nodded his head and said,""Alright, then we'll see how you perform. I'll try my best to cooperate with you.”
After settling the other party with money, Hao heaved a sigh of relief and thought to himself,"You're f * cking dropping the ball for me. As expected, you want to raise the price. I definitely won't look for you to act as a supporting role next time.”
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Hao, the brother on the surface, resumed his normal live broadcast mode.
He calmly held the end of the ballpoint pen and turned to the camera." I don't know what's going on, but the Pen Spirit's answer is to draw a direction arrow. Old Zhou and I aren't very good at deciphering. Sigh, Old Zhou, why don't we change the question and continue asking?”
" Why don't we ask the Pen Spirit if there are real ghosts in this world?" Mr. Zhou asked, pretending to be calm.”
Hao was stunned. This question was beyond the scope again. However, when he thought about how the script he had prepared was no longer useful, he said in relief,"It doesn't matter. As long as the netizens like it.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Hao stared at the ballpoint pen in his hand again and muttered,"Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, are there real ghosts in this world?”
The ballpoint pen did not move at all. The two people holding the pen were in a deadlock with the ballpoint pen.
However, in the next moment, a scene that made people's scalps go numb was broadcast live.
The ballpoint pen didn't write as everyone expected. Instead, something new appeared on the normal white paper.
Ink slowly seeped out from the paper and gradually formed the word 'yes'. After about ten seconds, the word strangely faded until it completely disappeared.
Hao's heart suddenly turned cold. He felt that this was no longer a problem with the script.
Ol 'Zhou, who had also seen the word' have 'disappear from the paper, regretted agreeing to continue playing.
Old Zhou's voice trembled." Ah…Hao, why don't we stop playing? The situation is really not right!"”
Hao's expression was solemn. He panted heavily as he tried to gauge the popularity of the live broadcast.
In the end, rationality overcame the gambler's greed and he nodded."Alright, let's send the Pen Spirit away first.”
Then, the two of them chanted at the same time," Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, you are my previous life, and I am your current life. If you want to continue your fate with me, please leave the paper. If you leave, please lift the pen off the paper."”
…
He shouted a few times, but the ballpoint pen on the white paper did not move at all.
Even Hao and Ol 'Zhou, who played Psychic Pen Spirit with him, were secretly trying to lift the pen away from the words.
However, what was even more terrifying was that no matter how hard they tried, the ballpoint pen seemed to be completely glued to the white paper and the desk.
"Hao, the Pen Spirit refuses to leave. What should we do now?" Old Zhou panicked.”
Hao couldn't stay calm anymore and said angrily,""How the hell would I know what to do? Why don't you let go and try?”
Old Zhou shook his head with a horrified expression. The Bunshinsaba hasn't left yet. Let go of one of them!”
"Then what do you think we should do?" Hao asked.”
After a moment of stalemate, Old Zhou tried to say,"How about we count down to 321 and let go together? Once we're sure it's safe, we'll pack up and leave this damn place.”
Hao nodded solemnly." Alright, then I'll start counting. 3, 2, 1, let go!"”
The two of them let go of the ballpoint pen they had been holding almost at the same time and took a few steps back at the same time. However, a terrifying scene still appeared in front of them and the audience in the live broadcast room.
The ballpoint pen that no one was holding was standing on the white paper in an unscientific manner!
It was so strange that it was suffocating…
At the same time, the system notification of collecting Terror Points kept ringing in Lin Yi's mind.
[Fear Points 77]
[Fear Points 92]
[Fear Points 56]
[Fear Points 85]
" Fear Points 101."
[Fear Points 86]
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The livestream that was originally meant to be a live broadcast of the haunted incident instantly turned into a live broadcast of the victim of the real haunted incident.
Hao, who had been hammered in the opposite direction, was already stunned on the spot.
No matter how bold they were, they were all useless in front of a real supernatural event.
Hao, who was scared silly, turned his head and asked, Old Zhou, is the Pen Spirit really here?"
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Daily life and tickets, it would be even better if there were tips and support, haha ~
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