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"Is that door alive? I feel like the line of sight on that ghastly face is getting more and more terrifying! "

"Is that the gate that reopened the world's prophecy?"

This guess was immediately confirmed by the audience.

"Definitely. The prophecy of restarting the world has always been accurate."

"Wait a minute, according to the prophecy, it's now 23.20, which means that in ten minutes time, we'll be going through Hundred Wraiths Night!"

"Scenes, retreat!" Host, quickly retreat! There's still time to run! "

No one was trying to encourage the anchorman anymore, as every shell was worried about the Hundred Ghost Night in ten minutes.

Just when the barrage began to exaggerate for the door of the ghost.

Xiong Da finally recovered from the chill, stamping his feet as he shivered.

"It's frozen to death! Eh? It's not as cold as before! "

The temperature was no longer dropping, but Xiong Da was already beginning to retreat.

After all, he had personally felt the bone-piercing coldness.

Trembling, he took out his phone from his pocket. Seeing that the reward money had been increased by several times, that small desire in his heart started to roll crazily once again. The balance once again fell on the money side.

As long as I finish this, I will never get involved in this ever again.

After I finish this, I want to eat something delicious! I want to drink something spicy!

What live broadcast, what job, go to hell!

After I finish this, I'll be rich!

"Cao!" Let's go all out! I'm not afraid of any monsters at all! "

The loud roar startled the audience in the live broadcast room once again. Looking at the cameraman who was already fumbling in the dark, the bullet screen exploded once again.

"The streamer is awesome!" "Reward!"

"You have guts, you're a real man! Men should meet gods, kill gods, meet ghosts! "

"Host, stop trying to act like a hero at a time like this!" "He only has one life!"

"Restarting the world has already said that strangers will retreat, don't court death!"

Ignoring the words on the screen urging him to leave, his heart was filled with the blissful thought of the end of the live broadcast.

Those who looked carefully noticed that the flickering of the screen and Carton's movement seemed to have stopped.

"Hey, the picture's clearer."

"Has the cameraman finally changed his footage? I told you it was a special effect lens. "

"Hey, where's the ghost door? Why is the door to the ghost realm missing? "

Everyone realized that after the scene became clear, the strange door of ghosts actually disappeared from the camera.

There seemed to be no end to the darkness. Just when his confidence was about to run out.

As if in a trance, Xiong Da suddenly felt his surroundings become clear.

A faint incense filled the entire hall, the surroundings were filled with red curtains and golden decorative pillars.

In front of his line of sight was a altar, with neatly arranged fruit and a donation box. Beside him was a glazed lamp, and behind the altar were several extremely fine sculptures of a deity.

This was especially true for the statue in the middle. Not only was its clothes extraordinary, its face was extremely lifelike, and it definitely did not come from an ordinary craftsman.

The eyes of the statue seemed to be looking at him.

Above the statue of the god, there were four words engraved on the large plaque: "Mighty and Distinguished".

Which is to say, the imposing god statue in front of him is probably the City God's deity statue.

Only now did Xiong Da realize that he was already in the main hall of the city's temple.

"Looks like it's the City God's blessing?"

He had felt weird all the way back, but now he could finally relax.

He patted his chest and heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he clasped his hands together and kowtowed.

His mouth constantly chanted City God's blessing.

At this moment, the broadcast room was truly in a state of madness.

The streamer in their eyes walked through a long corridor filled with corpses. The way they died was extremely strange. If there was a similarity, it was the indescribable fear that was left on their faces.

What was even more chilling was that the streamer did not seem to be able to see the terrifying scenes on both sides.

"Do you guys think that the streamer is really unable to see what he recorded?"

"Stop talking, I feel colder and colder!"

"Hey!" The streamer had stepped on a skull just now! Is it real? "

"But the streamer said that he had stepped on a shard of a jar …"

At this moment, the streamer passed by a corpse that was hanging upside down.

That face could no longer be called a human face. The skin on the face had been peeled off, and the nose had been cut off. Only one eye remained. Drops of blood dripped from the exposed eyeballs.

Ruthlessness was a low level adjective.

The entire live broadcast room could see that horrifying face, but the streamer ignored it, still trying to figure out the way forward.

"What do you think of that corpse just now?"

"This time, I completely believe that the streamer won't be able to see it."

"I just threw up. If the streamer sees me throwing up and still acts like nothing's happened, I'll eat the thing I just threw up!"

"Is the one upstairs really that amazing?"

"It seems like something has happened again! "Quick, look at the screen!"

On the screen, the anchor had a wall in front of him.

The long corridor seemed to have come to an end as everyone thought so.

However, the streamer did not stop in his tracks. He slammed straight into the wall in front of him.

"Be careful!"

Before the crowd could issue a warning, the scene suddenly changed. Before anyone could react, the long corridor was gone. The streamer in the sealed hall looked around.

"Looks like it's the City God's blessing?"

The streamer walked forward as if talking to himself.

Everyone saw what was in front of the streamer.

Although in Xiong Da's eyes, he was worshipping the idol.

However, the people on the internet saw a pot of boiling oil.

It was like a huge oil pot in folklore. It was said that after the person dies, the King of Hell would let the evil person go up the mountain and use the oil pan to repay the sin he had suffered before death.

As for the streamer, he walked towards the wok with a pious look on his face.

"Isn't this the temple of a city god? Why is there a frying pan here! "

"The host is getting closer and closer. If you take a few more steps forward, you'll fall!"

"F * ck, I don't dare to watch anymore!"

"I've already helped the host to broadcast the good smell, even though my family's Guanyin."

Not only the live broadcast, but the entire internet was in a state of panic.

Many people began to post messages on Weibo, a microblog that was restarting the world, in an attempt to gain psychological comfort.

More people began to discuss what kind of folklore or fairy tale the frying pan was.

Looking at the constantly swiping bullet screens and the messages, Li Jiangnan couldn't help but to let out a smile.

Then he lifted his hand from the plate and picked up the teacup beside him.

"This is much better than I expected. At the very least, I shouldn't be making a loss. It's all thanks to his courage! "

Looking at Xiong Da who was kneeling in front of the oil pot on the screen, Li Jiangnan smiled with gratitude.

In order to make him steeled his heart, he had spent quite a bit of money just now.

And this money had truly played a role.

However, it was still uncertain how much shock could be transformed into faith.

However, Li Jiangnan had reason to believe that his harvest this time would be quite good.

"Well, it's time to move on to the next stage. "System!"

"Yes, as you wish!"

Success or failure, this was the moment.