Live broadcasts can be down-to-earth, but don't accept hell
"F * ck, what's the show today?”
Ah Yin grinned.
"It wasn't like this yesterday. Why did it suddenly change today?”
"Damn, this is too sinister, brothers!”
Sister Zhou was even more terrified.
"It can't be a ghost story segment, right? Didn't they say that this was a singing live broadcast room? Who led the way? It must be a mole!"
For a moment, the streamers who came to check on the patient were all terrified. They did not know what Wu You was up to.
At this moment!
The black figure sitting next to the keyboard slowly raised his arm.
He tapped the keys twice.
Ding! Ding!
The sharp and high-pitched syllables instantly tugged at the ears of all the audience members.
Wu You, who was hiding in the dark, stood up.
The camera couldn't see his face, but a figure walked over and quietly picked up the mask on the table.
Then, Wu You turned around and returned to the keyboard.
A deep voice came from the microphone.
"Welcome to today's live broadcast. I'm Wu You.”
As he spoke, Wu You even struck a few notes on the piano keys.
The audience in the live broadcast room twisted their bodies uncomfortably.
[Brother, can you speak properly? It's really a little cold.]
'I turned off the air conditioner at home on the spot.'
" Is this a f * cking welcome?？？'
" Live stream the funeral? You're really something, Youzi!
'I feel like I'm not here to watch the live broadcast today, but to visit the netherworld.'
'I'm already lying in a coffin with the lid closed.'
'You're really a child, doing this kind of work at night.'
'I want to watch but I'm afraid I can't go to the toilet at night. What should I do, brothers?'
'I'm starting to panic.'
[Doesn't the super control this b * stard?]
'The super managers probably ran away long ago. Everyone is timid and lecherous.'
'May I ask if there's still a singing segment today? I really can't take it anymore.'
'Don't run! No one will have a good time tonight! Listen to me!
" This is silly. Why is there such a segment in a live broadcast…"
The bullet screen was filled with discussions.
Wu You had also done the final adjustments and spoke again,"
"Today, I will bring you a short story."
" The name of the story is-"
"The lights in the toilet…"
Thump! Thump!
Two accents!
The already dim light bulb on the table in the livestream room flashed!
Coupled with Wu You's deep and mysterious voice, the entire live broadcast room instantly panicked!
At the same time, Wu You's fingers began to play the keys. A familiar and strange music slowly sounded from the electronic keyboard!
Lost in the Forest
Not bad!
The background music that Wu You had prepared for his little story tonight was the song called BGM in Young Justice Bao's childhood shadow!
The strange, empty, and cold tone seemed to place one in an extremely gloomy environment.
There was no need to mention the foundation of the composer Wei Qiliang.
The key was that this TV series was once popular in this world.
Why did Wu You choose this piece of pure music as the background for today's ghost story segment?
It was because he had previously checked the various underworld background music in this world.
This low-budget song quickly entered Wu You's line of sight.
This TV series could be said to be the childhood shadow of countless people.
As long as this strange background music was played, it would naturally make people think of classic shadow images such as the 'Hermit Village',' Charred Corpse','Blood Altar', and' Headless General'.
This kind of association was far more effective than Wu You writing his own background music.
As expected!
The moment this BGM came out, the entire live broadcast room went crazy!
‘？？？？'
'Why did you choose this BGM?!!!'
'F * ck, I don't want to watch anymore. What should I do?'
" This is too scary. Are you even human, Wu You?'
'I'm panicking, I'm panicking. The shadow of my childhood is coming.'
" F * ck, this is too annoying! Can you play some songs from the Yang Realm?
'The key is your name? The light in the toilet? He really didn't allow people to go to the toilet at night, right?'
'Live streaming can be down-to-earth, but not hell.'
'Brother Youzi doesn't even need to say anything. Just this BGM alone is enough to send me away.'
" No one is going to walk out of the livestream room alive today, right?'
'Wu You, calm down! A live broadcast was meant for the audience, not to send them away!'
"Hahahahahaha, this is too netherworld. I like this job."
‘……'
The bullet comments in the live broadcast room came one after another, all of which were filled with the shadow of this BGM.
However!
Even though the audience was saying that they wanted to leave.
However, look at the number of people in the live broadcast room.
Instead of falling, it increased!
Ghost stories were a classic form of cultural stimulation that existed all over the world.
In the past, people had passed on their 'personal experiences' or supernatural phenomena from hearsay.
After that, the art of making paper appeared, and people began to see these bizarre stories in books.
After that, radio stations developed, and people listened to these strange and horrifying events on the radio.
Now that the Internet age had arrived, live broadcasts were all the rage.
But the trend of ghost stories seemed to have passed a long time ago.
As a result, Wu You became the first streamer in the live streaming industry to officially pick up a supernatural story and tell it again.
It was precisely because of this that more and more people flocked to the live streaming room. They were all curious about how the long-standing ghost story format would be carried out under this live streaming format.
The story soon began.
And the audience had truly witnessed how terrifying a dry ghost story could be with the help of modern dubbing tools!
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