"Xiao Ming's Thriller Live Room", this is Jiang Ming's name for his live room.

Originally, he wanted to give some very eye-catching names, but after thinking about it, the stimulation of the live broadcast content is different from that on the market, so it is better to be simple and straightforward.

When Jiang Ming saw the handsome face with a distinct outline on the screen, he smiled satisfied.

In the upper left corner of the live broadcast room, eight more eye-catching words were written: "Minors are forbidden to reward".

Jiang Ming shook his hand at the camera and started his opening remark: "Welcome to Xiao Ming's thriller live broadcast room again. I am your anchor Jiang Ming, you can also call me Xiao Ming."

The live broadcast has just begun, there is no popularity, and there are only a few people watching online.

Although he looked very miserable, Jiang Ming was not discouraged. After all, he did not rely on traffic and rewards from the top brother on the list to make a living, but lived and made a living.

Jiang Ming was not in a hurry to find Xiang'er. Based on the information sent by his black mobile phone, he could know some obscure information.

"In the water" or "scaught", it should be to catch a corpse named "Xiang'er".

After all, corpses are more common in the water than living bodies...

Where there is water, it is nothing more than toilets, kitchens, or water tanks on the roof. If you search these places, you should find it soon.

It was so long that Jiang Ming felt it was necessary to let the fans in the live broadcast room share the horror atmosphere here with him.

I have 700 g: "Oh, the anchor is not dead yet. Last time I hid in the woods and screamed, the scene was so hilarious!"

The last prince of the Zangai family: "Hey, it's true. I thought the anchor didn't dare to broadcast live again after being scared to pee his pants last time. Where are they now?"

Love the family: "Young man, listen to my uncle's advice, don't be a supernatural anchor."

With these water friends paddling in their live broadcast room, Jiang Ming's uneasy mood has dropped a lot.

Take out the bracket from your backpack, fix the black phone to the edge of the bed, and then take out your phone to search for posts about the relevant information about the Rose Hotel.

Holding his mobile phone and screen facing the live broadcast room, Jiang Ming said seriously to his friends:

"Dear water friends, you may not know where this place is, so I will briefly introduce the Rose Hotel. Please look at the mobile phone in my hand..."

"There are too many deaths here, and they are treated as forbidden by the locals..."

After hearing his introduction, most of the water friends felt that the Rose Inn was a very supernatural place.

But after thinking about it, I felt that he was lying. Before, I was scared to scream when I saw Jiang Ming live broadcast in the gloomy woods. How could he take the initiative to run to such a gloomy and dead place?

I thought it must be the script that Jiang Ming had prepared in advance, so everyone stayed with the mentality of watching TV series, and then thought about finding an opportunity to expose his tricks.

System: Coriander must disappear and reward a can of beer.

Coriander must disappear: "Hahaha, no matter whether it is true or false, seeing the anchor committing suicide like this, I feel exciting to think about it, I've rewarded it!"

"Thank you for a can of beer from Coriander." Jiang Ming was quite happy to see someone give me a reward. Although he only got ten yuan, he was also recognized by others.

I have 700 g: "Don't talk nonsense, be quick, I don't want to be faced with a man all night. I might as well try more girls. If it's really not possible, the anchor will go to the grave and jump to the dick?"

Jiang Ming silently complained in his heart: Miss... Where is the excitement here for me...

Just as Jiang Ming was trying to say something, he heard a rhythmic knock on the door.

"Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-D

After frowned slightly, Jiang Ming stared at the door for a while before getting up. When he came to the door, he opened a crack. He stretched out his head and saw the old man standing in front of the door with his hands pushing the dining car.

The table lamp on the dining cart propped up a white light in the dark corridor, illuminating the tender and old faces of the two.

"Boss, is there anything wrong?"

The rough and ugly finger pointed to the things on the dining cart. The old man raised his head and revealed his few teeth:

"I have some food here and a pot of hot water. I've brought it to you. Don't be polite. This is our service, free."

Jiang Ming looked at the free things, and it turned out to be his favorite pig's feet rice. He hesitated for a moment, but hesitated for a moment.

To be honest, although I have made 200,000 yuan in the past few days, I have all returned home. Now my wallet is cleaner than my face, and I eat instant noodles with single nutrition every day.

His face was sallow, he was bored in his work, and he was light and fluttering when walking.

When Jiang Ming saw the pig's feet rice, he was greedy!

My eyes are green!

More importantly, it is free!

"Okay, then thank you boss." He swallowed, and finally he could not refuse the temptation of pig's feet rice, and brought a plate of pig's feet rice and a kettle into the room.

"Young man, just have a good sleep after eating. Remember, don't run around."

The old man closed the door for him warmly, and then half of the white light shone with a smile, half of the darkness, hung on his face as rough as tree bark.

The old man pushed the dining cart with both hands and left leisurely.

I have 700 g: "I'm so laughing. In such a supernatural place, the anchor can easily accept things given by strangers. Aren't you afraid it's a ghost?"

The four big licking dogs, Fei Yangyang: "The truth is that the anchor is filming scripts, not supernatural adventures at all."

Without paying attention to the complaints from the live broadcast room, Jiang Ming could be sure that the pig's feet rice in front of him was made of real ingredients.

He had eaten pork-foot rice in S City for several years. When he smelled the fragrance, he knew whether it was true or not. He could tell whether it was authentic or not after taking a bite.

As he was eating, Jiang Ming suddenly heard a call for help, seemingly, far and near.

"Save me...Save me...I can't breathe when I'm hanging here...I'm so hard...Save me..."

"What the hell?" Jiang Ming suddenly raised his head, and was still biting a piece of sauce-colored pig skin in his mouth.

When he wanted to listen carefully, he could not hear anything, and the voice of the woman who was asking for help seemed to have never appeared.

Jiang Ming's face changed slightly. He didn't think he was having auditory hallucinations. There was no one else here except him and that old man. Could it be...

ghost!!!

After a while, he opened his mouth and hesitated to the live broadcast room: "Dear water friends, have you heard any sound just now? Why did I hear a woman asking for help from me? She couldn't breathe no matter what she said."

As soon as these words came out, the live broadcast room suddenly became quiet. The water friends silently raised their middle fingers to the screen in front of them, and then typing on the keyboard to scold him...
Chapter completed!