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Chapter 32 032. People are addicted to food

Zhao Yuanyang is a night owl.

The reason why he was still chatting in the group at 1 o'clock in the middle of the night was mainly because he performed stably in the college entrance examination. His unsatisfactory results allowed him to enter a not-so-good school. All his classmates were the hard-core ruthless people in high school. Late at night, everyone was on their phones or in front of their computers, and he was too embarrassed to go to bed early.

Of course, the biggest reason is that the school does not turn off the lights at night.

He was watching the chatter of the anchor and chatting in the group.

This anchor is called "Big Tiger". He usually plays various stand-alone online games live and chats with the audience when he is tired. Recently, he has opened up a ghost story telling session. The audience recommends ghost stories from various places for the anchor to read. Early I read an article called "Black Tai Sui" some time ago, and the atmosphere was pretty good.

Zhao Yuanyang was listening to the anchor's voice and making jokes in the group. Among the four people in their dormitory, one stayed up all night, and the other two were playing black, and their voices were much louder than him.

Seeing the link forwarded by Gu Yingying in the group, Zhao Yuanyang entered absently.

He was familiar with Gu Yingying, and he knew that this girl liked to read horror novels, but he was timid and addicted to people. He and his two roommates were always taken to win every time they ranked in the rankings, but they always wanted to win. Choose Big C to prove that you are the same.

But in Zhao Yuanyang's opinion, those horror novels are not scary at all. They are not as good as "The God of Death", which just scares little girls.

But when he read the first sentence of the novel, Zhao Yuanyang felt that the sounds around him disappeared.

Those words seemed to have some magical power, dragging Zhao Yuanyang into them. He seemed to have really arrived at the funeral parlor, and the cold and desolate wind blew on the back of his neck, making people shiver.

Soon, Zhao Yuanyang finished reading this novel.

His face was livid, motionless, and his body was as straight as a corpse lying in a freezer.

"Push the base, push the base, push the base and win. Don't fucking try to block the spring and kill people!"

The roar of his roommate came, which relieved Zhao Yuanyang's stiffness a lot.

He twisted his neck and saw that his roommate's teammates were beaten and wiped out by the resurrected people because they were obsessed with grabbing heads. The opponent's base relied on a fifty-health base to complete the comeback.

But Zhao Yuanyang no longer cares about this.

He felt a kind of sincere fear, fear, and some kind of instinctive terror that enveloped his heart. In Zhao Yuanyang's eyes, everything seemed different and unreal.

Although he was not so frightened that he cried like Gu Yingying, he still couldn't help but his hands trembled slightly, as if he would return to the funeral parlor as soon as he closed his eyes.

He stood up shakily and found that the muscles in his legs were sore, which was caused by being too tight.

Zhao Yuanyang moved and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash his face and wake up. He turned on the faucet, and the cold water splashed on his face, which indeed made him recover a lot from his hazy state.

Opening his eyes, he looked at himself in the mirror.

But under the dim light of the bathroom, the Zhao Yuanyang in the mirror was only pitch black, with only a pair of pupil-less eyes staring straight at him outside the mirror.

"!!!"

Zhao Yuanyang's heart suddenly stopped beating for half a beat. He immediately took several steps back and almost fell. It was not until his back hit the wall that he finally came to his senses.

"What for? Are there cockroaches?"

The roommate who had just lost a game and was still resuming his game turned his head and looked at Zhao Yuanyang.

"Mirror, mirror."

Zhao Yuanyang pointed to the bathroom mirror, but he could only see his pale face and blue lips inside.

"I know you are from the north and have never seen the cockroaches here, but there is no need to be so scared, right?"

another roommate quipped.

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Zhao Yuanyang said nothing. He glanced secretly in the mirror again, and hurried back to his seat without even seeing clearly what was reflected in it.

On the computer, the anchor was still telling ghost stories, but to Zhao Yuanyang's ears, those things were too childish!

Seeing the "scared to death" and "terrified" comments from the audience, Zhao Yuanyang felt that he had to tell them what the real ghost stories were.

Typing on the keyboard, Zhao Yuanyang sent a few barrages, but they were quickly brushed away and the anchor did not see them at all.

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Yuanyang spent thirty yuan and sent a striking message.

This kind of comment is highlighted and will remain suspended for a period of time, with different colors depending on the amount of money spent.

If it costs more than 1,000 yuan, it will be red, also called Piaohong.

Zhao Yuanyang used to think that spending money to leave messages was a bit too much, but now he is very grateful for this function.

Thirty yuan is only the price of two canteen meals, but it can spread the fear I just felt to more people. This is a great deal!

The anchor Dahu had just finished reading a ghost story. He took a drink of water and started to read the previous eye-catching message.

"Thank you boss [The Nun and the Fish] for the reward. Isn't this story scary? Maybe I didn't tell it well, haha."

"Thank you boss [high-end hunter] for the reward. You moved the cabinet and stopped playing with it. It's okay. It probably won't come out for a while. You can sleep well tonight."

"Thank you to the boss [Sail the Ocean] for the reward. I recommend Brother Huzi to read "The Funeral Parlor Code", a novel on Shudong.com. It's very good!"

After Dahu read the last sentence, he looked at the time and then spoke.

"It's not too early today. Let's read the last article and then go off the air."

The barrage was suddenly filled with words such as "It's only eight o'clock", "Please play it for a while longer", "Is my sister-in-law urging me" and "Here's something scary to help me sleep".

Dahu glanced at the message just now and decided to search the Shudong website.

After all, people are paying people to leave messages. Anchors are also considered in the service industry, so the boss who pays them must take care of them.

He opened Shudong.com, searched for the name of the novel, and found out that it was an account called "Scientific Exploration Bot". This account had only twenty fans until Dahu clicked on it.

"Ah this."

He even thought that the owner of this account came here to promote it.

Dahu decided to take a look first.

But when he read the first sentence, he felt that the sounds around him disappeared.

After being immersed in it and watching it for a full minute, Dahu finally came to his senses from the weird atmosphere.

Looking at the barrages floating by, Dahu suddenly felt that it didn't matter who wrote this novel, but it was quite appropriate as the last story before going to bed.

"Don't worry, everyone, let's read the last one tonight. This story is very interesting. It's called "The Funeral Home Rules."

Dahu majored in broadcasting, so he didn't care about the standards of Mandarin. He spoke in an ups and downs, and he was from Jinmen, so he had a talent for cross talk. When he told ghost stories, the show was really effective.

He is very courageous, and he usually reads ghost stories to scare people for fun.

But as the story unfolded, Dahu suddenly felt a chill rush up his spine, as if he had arrived at that funeral parlor.

As he read and recited, Dahu's feeling became more and more serious. He tried to stop, but found that he seemed to be dominated by the words on the screen and couldn't close his mouth at all.

It is as if the body does not belong to oneself, but has become a machine to tell the story.

It's not him telling the story, it's the story chasing him!

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