Picking up a malicious ghost’s love letter at the beginning of the game, livestreaming and throwing it into the Merit Box
13 Brother Lang, run! There’s a ghost under the bed!

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Li Tailang walked to the guest bedroom and continued to rummage through the cabinets, but he found nothing."There are erotic discs and erotic books in the second bedroom. It should be where my brother lives.”

He walked out of the guest bedroom.

He pushed open a small room that was only ten square meters.

It was filled with junk.

There was also a simple bed placed on the wall.

He went forward to check if there were any items left on the bed.

At this moment.

A ghastly pale ghost hand slowly reached out from under the bed and grabbed Li Tailang's ankle.

"Ahem, what a big pile of dust." Li Tailang coughed repeatedly. He took a few steps back to avoid the dust and fanned himself.

Then, he stepped forward and stomped on Ghosthand.

" Wu…" Ghosthand's five fingers twitched crazily, and he retracted his hand in pain.

Li Tailang seemed to have sensed something. He lowered his head and saw a white shadow shrink back under the bed."I think I stepped on something just now. Did you see that?”

The faces of the fans in the live broadcast room were pale with fear. They sent bullet comments while trembling."F * ck, Brother Lang, there was a ghost hand under the bed just now.”

"At this moment, a fierce man quietly hid his feet under the covers.”

"Brother Lang, run, there's a ghost under the bed.”

"Don't look. Hurry up and pretend that you didn't see it. Don't open it up. The ghost is under the bed.”

"Brother Lang, don't be reckless.”

Li Tailang looked at the bullet comments on his phone. His other hand secretly pinched the blinding flashlight in his pocket and licked his lips excitedly.

Option 1: Pretend not to see anything and sneak out of the storage room. Maybe the ghost won't attack immediately. [Reward: Points 1]

Option 2: Turn around and run. As long as you run fast enough, the danger won't catch up. [Reward: Points 1]

" Option 3: Open the bedsheet and take a closer look. Only when you are infinitely close to death can you understand the true meaning of life. [Reward: Points 1]

"Brothers, don't panic. It's not a big problem. Brother Lang will bring you to face your fear. Only by facing your fear can you overcome it!”

Li Tailang took out a blinding flashlight and bent down to look under the bed.

"F * ck, f * ck, f * ck ~ Don't, Brother Lang!”The fans in the live broadcast room were all wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves. They were all so scared that they almost peed their pants.

"No, there's actually nothing.”Li Tailang was a little disappointed. There was nothing under the bed except for a few cardboard boxes.

Mission completed. Reward: Points 1.》

"Phew ~" The fans in the live broadcast room heaved a sigh of relief. Their hearts that were in their throats slowly fell into their stomachs.

Suddenly, the live broadcast was cut off.

At the same time, the camera above Li Tailang's head went off.

After Li Tailang noticed it, he took off his camera and checked it. He realized that the battery stored inside had been used up, so he took out his phone.

A pop-up window popped up on his phone,[Bluetooth disconnected.]

He reached out and swiped it, re-entering the live broadcast room.

The fans in the live broadcast room said,"Why did the line suddenly go offline?"”

"It's fine," Li Tailang said with a smile,"It's just that the headset camera ran out of battery."”

Just as the live broadcast room returned to normal,

The fans saw a white shadow sticking to Li Tailang's back.

Gui Ying was bleeding from his seven orifices, his face contorted, and he was wearing white checkered pajamas. His stomach was bleeding profusely, and his intestines were spilling out. It was extremely terrifying.

The fans in the live broadcast room saw it clearly.

All of them were so frightened that they sucked in a breath of cold air.

Many fans screamed in fear and smashed their phones on the spot. They repeated vulgarities in shock,"F * ck, f * ck…"

Bullet comments popped up crazily on his phone,[Brother Lang, be careful behind you!]!!”

Seeing this, Li Tailang's pupils constricted slightly. He turned around and punched.

He didn't hit the target, and there was no trace of the ghost in the surroundings.

Li Tailang held his phone and examined the small storage room warily.

"Lang, Brother Lang, it's still behind you!”The fans in the streaming room were so scared that their scalps went numb. They could clearly see that the ghost seemed to be stuck to Li Tailang's back.

No matter how Li Tailang turned around,

The ghostly shadows were always in Li Tailang's blind spot.

Li Tailang licked his lips and pointed his phone at his face.

Through the phone, he could clearly see Phantom's appearance. He was a rebellious young ghost with colorful hair and a lip stud.

The rebellious youth lowered his head and repeated,"" If I were a dj, would you love me? Would you love me…"

He spoke like a recorder, his voice strange.

It was emotionless and sounded like a voice demanding death.

A line of text appeared before Li Tailang's eyes: "Wild Ghost Archer asks you if you love him. Answer wrongly. Ghosts will kill. If you don't answer, ghosts will kill too."》

Option 1: Answer love and you may be killed. [Reward: Points 1]

" Option 2: Answer no, may anger Archer, die!" [Reward: Points 1]

" Choice 3: F * ck him, f * ck him. [Reward: Points 1]

Li Tailang licked his lips and chose the third option without hesitation.

He took out a blinding flashlight and shone it at the ghost behind him.

[Wild Ghost Archer Blinded. Duration: 120 seconds."

"Ah ~~~" The wild ghost Archer covered his eyes and screamed miserably on the spot,""If I were a dj, would you love me?!!”

Li Tailang glared at him and kicked him.""I love your mother. Die!"

< Mission completed. Reward: 1 point.>》

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