"Welcome, big brothers and sisters who have just joined the live broadcast room!”
"In order to actively respond to our platform's headline challenge, my little sister will show off her skills tonight!”
The dauntless girl was holding the phone stand.
He was using another phone to livestream.
In order to find a supernatural challenge that was a little closer.
She had gone through a lot of trouble.
She had already arrived at Dang City.
In front of a very famous landmark.
The silly girl aimed the phone holder at the middle.
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In front of an old locust tree.
This old locust tree was very famous locally.
The government even erected a stone tablet in front of the tree to explain.
The thousand-year Dragon Tree.
The species is Chinese pagoda tree.
The live broadcast room started to get lively.
The number of people also increased.
They couldn't understand why the streamer was pointing the camera at a tree.
"Idiot, are you facing the tree trunk?" Are you planning to perform a monkey climbing a tree for us?
" Upstairs, you didn't read the title properly. Tonight, it's clearly the host who is responding to the supernatural challenge.
'Eh? Why does this tree look so eerie? Even three Little Daze can't hug it…'
Why haven't I heard of any supernatural evocation related to trees?
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Little Sister looked at the bullet screen in her hand.
The phone in her hand was broadcasting live.
It was synchronized with the live broadcast.
Therefore, she could see everything her fickle netizens said.
On the other hand, it was also to be more comprehensive.
He saw the entire scene of the challenge.
After all, the method she chose was much scarier than Zhou Xiaoyi's.
Legend had it that-
At 12:30 in the middle of the night.
Find an old locust tree.
Then, he played games below.
Something unexpected would happen.
The reason why I want locust trees.
It was because the locust tree was also known as the "Ghost Tree".
Its property belongs to yin.
In addition, the word " locust " was " wood " and " ghost ".
Therefore, the locust tree also had the meaning of a ghost in the wood.
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The little girl felt that she had to challenge him.
He had to challenge something big.
How could a small paper figurine be enough?
She might as well play the game under the ghost tree.
The traffic would definitely be higher than the paper figurines.
The paper figurine could only hold one soul.
But the locust tree was different.
There were many holes on the tree trunk.
Therefore, there was a saying.
These holes were the residences of the wandering souls.
Use yin to nourish yin.
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So…he was summoning souls under the Ghost Tree.
There might not be only one.
The dauntless little girl excitedly went to the live-stream room.
She showed her red handkerchief.
"See, I specially chose a red handkerchief. It's full of sincerity!”
After she finished speaking.
In the live broadcast room, there were some people who often hung out in the supernatural area.
The netizens reacted.
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[The streamer isn't going to use the locust tree to summon the soul, is she?]! That was not something to do!
Golden Light Protection! I've heard of this before. Playing with a handkerchief under a locust tree at 12:30 in the middle of the night.
Yes, yes, he had to circle around the tree while shouting,"Come and catch me ~" It was terrifying to hear.
'F * ck, the streamer is so fierce? No one dared to play this game when I left a message under other small bloggers. If you dare to mess with me, I'll immediately follow the comments and add you to my favorites!
[No way. I remember that a streamer called Sister Zhou really met a ghost last night. You guys still want to do this?] Internet celebrities nowadays were really unscrupulous in order to become popular.
"What ghost? I think it's Sister Zhou's script. I don't believe in ghosts."
Little Sister turned her handkerchief with her left hand.
His right hand scrolled through the bullet comments in the live-stream room.
"This little brother, I agree with your point of view. There are no such things as ghosts and gods in this world. They are all imagined by cowards.”
"The purpose of this soul-summoning challenge today is to get rid of the feudal superstitions of those cowards and let them see what science is!”
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As soon as he said this.
Another group of people flooded into the live broadcast room.
These people were all attacking him online.
Sister Zhou was the one who encountered the ghost in the script.
Ever since the topic of paper figurines became popular.
These self-proclaimed " scientists " became active.
- Yes! I admire this kind of courageous and self-aware streamer. I like you.
[Exactly. What ghost? It's obvious that it's a photoshopped prop. If you have the ability, come and find me on the internet.]
[I've already started recording, streamer. Tonight, I'm going to squat down and watch you fake it!]
[Speaking of which…you guys are really bold. This is an old locust tree, a famous old ghost tree here.]
[I've opened your homepage. To think that you're still a man. You believe in this stuff?] I even said that I'm a malicious ghost reincarnated to take revenge.
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He looked at the many voices of anti-feudalism.
Little Sister Dai's heart calmed down a little.
She was afraid.
She was still a little scared.
After all, she was alone at night.
She was also so beautiful.
What if he met a pervert? Hahahaha.
As for the horror that the netizens and those people on the Internet were spreading.
She didn't care at all.
So what if he really ran into a ghost?
It was knocked down with two slaps.
She was not like Sister Zhou.
A paper human was scared to death.
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Besides...
She would rather believe that there were monsters in the world.
He did not believe in ghosts either.
The little girl adjusted the camera angle.
The entire tree could be seen in the live broadcast room.
This old locust tree was too big. As expected of a thousand-year-old locust tree.
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There was no moonlight tonight.
The little girl could only pass through the darkness.
The light from the phone shone on the tree.
The ends of the branches were frighteningly tall.
A small gap slowly appeared from within.
They were like countless pairs of pitch-black eyes.
He looked at her from the inside.
Countless red strips of cloth were hung on the treetops.
They were densely packed and reached the clouds.
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The entire crown of the tree was covered in red in the dark night.
The little girl's hair stood on end.
She turned on the camera on her phone.
He aimed at a little Divine Hu in front of the tree.
There was a small statue of a local god sitting inside.
The small incense burner in front of him was still inserted.
Four broken incense sticks.
He looked in through the red light of Shen Hu.
The statue of Earth Lord was illuminated.
It was bright red.
He looked at the little girl in front of him and the livestream room in her hands.
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[Is this the aftereffect of watching Sister Zhou's livestream? Why do I feel like this statue is smiling at me too…]
[Host, something's wrong. Who would burn four incense sticks?] It was still broken.
[I'm lost, brother. Now that you mention it, I remember. God Three Ghost Four!] How was this offering incense to the local god? It was probably not a ghost!
[No way. Don't scare the streamer.] How could it be that evil? Perhaps the person who offered the incense did not understand.
[Don't make up for it. I feel that this place is strange just by looking at it in the live broadcast room.] Little Daze, aren't you afraid of yourself?
The superpowers of modern netizens, to distinguish between real and fake through the screen.
The silly little sister was not afraid at all.
However, he looked at his fickle netizens.
The discussion couldn't help but look around.
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Then, he emboldened himself and said,
"I'm not afraid. I'm famous for having small breasts and being bold! Those of you who should be recording, hurry up and record.”
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