Xuanmen little counselor only wants to complete the success KPI

The moment Jin Langlang left the live broadcast equipment to speak, the audience in the live broadcast room could only stare at the dark coffin in the main room in a daze.Comments on whether Jin Langlang's live broadcast today has a script or actors appear on the barrage from time to time, and there are different opinions.There were also some viewers who were moved by Jin Langlang's sincere speech before and spoke for Jin Langlang.

"The anchor is not afraid to tell us that he has a photographer with him, and he used to be an outdoor live broadcaster, not a ghost detective. How can there be so much work?"

"Doesn't he think that exploring spirits in the outdoors is profitable? Otherwise, why would he transform? Now that he has transformed, isn't it normal to seize the popularity and launch a series of programs?"

"Are you new here? Our anchor never fixes those things, otherwise he won't be popular early?"

"People change, as you said, he didn't work hard before, so he wasn't popular!"

The anchor was not there, and the live broadcast equipment was lonely and motionless. Just like that, the audience could still enjoy themselves and quarrel.At this time, someone interrupted the two groups of people who were indulging in arguing and debating.

"Wait a minute, stop arguing, look at that coffin, has it moved?"

Just now, someone saw that the black coffin, which had been motionless, seemed to shake.

The barrage paused for a few seconds as if being accused of commenting, and then the lively scene resumed: "Are you dazzled? There is nothing..."

The person who spoke before swore: "I saw the left side of the coffin just now, and something seems wrong."

"Are you blind? Are you watching the live broadcast with the lights off in the middle of the night?"

"Take care to protect your eyesight."

Amidst the cynicism, the coffin remained motionless, as if mocking.

For a moment, the netizen who spoke also had doubts about himself. He typed out hesitantly: "Maybe I saw it wrong... Excuse me, please continue."

"and many more!"

Suddenly, a large number of exclamation marks appeared on the barrage.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the coffin lid of the black coffin shook slightly without anyone touching it, and slowly moved to the side. gap.

"I'll wipe it. What's the situation? The wind blows?"

"Brother, it's made of wood, what kind of wind can blow such a heavy wood?"

"Trick? Fishing line? Did the anchor leave the camera on purpose just to do this job?"

At this time, there are still people who are skeptical.

However, not half a minute later, the coffin lid moved again, and the gap became wider.Immediately afterwards, the coffin lid slowly and continuously moved sideways, as if an invisible figure was pushing aside. Slowly, the coffin lid moved more and more widely, and gradually opened halfway.

Because of this, the audience finally saw clearly what the coffin cover looked like.It was a thick wooden cover that was more than ten centimeters long, and it definitely wasn't something that could be dragged and moved by one or two fishing lines or a small mechanism.What's more, if it is dragged by the mechanism remotely, how can such a thick wood not make a sound at all?
There was silence for a moment on the barrage.

"Okay, let's continue..."

At this time, the water friends heard Jin Langlang's footsteps and voices coming from far and near.At the same time, the half-opened coffin lid suddenly accelerated outward as if it was anxious.Just when photographer Xiao Wu picked up the equipment again and Jin Langlang smiled at the camera and said that our live broadcast would continue, the coffin was moving silently behind him.

The viewers in the live broadcast room were very anxious, and they sent bullet screens to give gifts to remind Jin Langlang.

"Let me see what everyone is saying?"

Curious and delighted, Jin Langlang thanked everyone for their gifts and began to read the comments: "Behind me? Run? What..."

A loud bang sounded behind him, Jin Langlang was startled and quickly turned his head, Xiao Wu's camera followed closely behind him - in the dark main room, the coffin lid had already fallen on the ground beside him, the sound just now It was the sound of the coffin lid falling to the ground.

"What the hell? Who did this? What's wrong? Why did you drop it?" Jin Langlang was startled, but he could still laugh: "It's quite scary in the middle of the night..."

He patted his chest and turned around as if nothing had happened: "Don't scare me, people scare people to death, let me tell you, this last comment made me live in a coffin, I don't want you to scare me like that If you dare to go, let me tell you, family members..."

"Behind you! Look behind you!"

The barrage was flying fast, and the camera began to shake.Jin Langlang raised his head in a daze, and followed Xiao Wu's trembling hands to see his pale face and wriggling lips.

He turned his head with unknown panic—the coffin had moved to the door of the main room at some point, only two or three meters away from him. Before the eyes of all the audience, the pitch-black coffin slowly stood up.The bottom of the dark coffin was like a bottomless well, staring at them deeply.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Jin Langlang almost threw the flashlight away.He howled loudly: "Fuck grandma, run!" He turned around and ran away.

For a time, I couldn’t care less about the live broadcast effect or the audience’s reaction.Jin Langlang yelled and cursed loudly all the way, staggering and panting as he ran towards the parking place outside the village.Xiao Wu ran so fast that he didn't even care about the camera effects. The audience in the live broadcast room could only hear the two people's breathing and footsteps, and looked at the blurry light and shadow of the flashlight on the ground.

Outside the camera, the coffin stood there silently, like a silent statue. The moonlight reflected it, and the dark interior seemed to have swallowed up all the light, with no reflection at all. It was pitch black and deep.It stood silently, looking at the backs of Jin Langlang and Xiao Wu, as if watching them off, and as if saying:
There is ample time.

Jin Lang was furious, in a way he didn't expect.But at this moment, he couldn't care about these anymore. After being frightened for a while, Jin Langlang had a fever when he returned home. Sick, with a pale face, he recorded a video and posted it, which kind of confirmed the news that something happened to him.

Wanjia Village became famous in the first battle.

"It's too bad, sisters, Jiayin didn't just do this on the spur of the moment. I heard that they are going to many places to search for ghosts. I can't hold on any longer."

Gong Jiamu urgently asked for help in the group.

Miyou scratched her head: "Where does she want to go, do you have information? No, let's go and see first?"

Xiao Yining shook his head: "You don't need to go by yourself, haven't many Tanling anchors been there? Is there a video? Let's watch the video first."

So later, Gong Jiamu posted a document in the group.The location, the anchors you have been to, and the popular video links are all available.

"I've sorted it all out, let's take a look first."

The Ghost Festival is coming, dear ones, if you are a scared little cutie, stay away from such articles and videos recently.

If you are still afraid after reading this article, then keep it for a while, and read it after the Ghost Festival.