Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 172 Ghost Rope
【A bit boring. 】

[Brother Tao, are you scared? 】

Probably because Wang Tao's movements were too slow, the barrage became a little impatient.

More and more people began to laugh at Wang Tao for making a fuss out of a molehill, and some even threatened him to speed up.

Obviously, unlike those fans who are attracted by outdoor adventures, those fans can watch fishing all afternoon.

What this new group of fans want to see is something related to the supernatural, not a grown man playing minesweeper with a bastard.

Wang Tao also noticed these situations and could only try his best to comfort him: "Don't worry, this kind of place is in disrepair and is close to the river. If it is not safe, it will collapse. If I accidentally fall in, you don't have to watch. ”

Having said that, Wang Tao still speeded up his pace as much as possible. At the same time, he occasionally looked at the auxiliary aircraft and kept chatting with the barrage.

As long as there is interaction, these people should not shout, right?
However, those barrages were probably just a joke. As time passed, the number of people in the live broadcast room showed no sign of decreasing and was still rising.

Apparently, a lot of people are interested in this haunted house.

Seeing that they are about to leave the grass and go deep into the ancient house, unless the live broadcast is officially shut down, it may be a bit difficult for them to leave on their own.

Carefully stepping on the inspected land, Wang Tao carefully flattened the weeds as a sign of safety.

If you encounter any situation, you can evacuate along this road.

Of course, he was not afraid of ghosts, but he felt as if someone was taking care of the old house, and it was not as dilapidated as he imagined.

If there really was a master at home, Wang Tao would rather run away than be caught as a thief.

It's almost there, there are still probably dozens of steps to go.

After estimating the remaining distance, Wang Tao couldn't help but feel a little expectant.

Going on an adventure inside an ancient house is not only a new thing for fans, but also a first for him. It’s really hard to say what kind of situations he will encounter.

And I felt that the bus I encountered today was a bit weird. Maybe this place actually has something written about it as weird?
Just as he was thinking about it, Wang Tao passed a crooked dead tree.

This thing failed to attract Wang Tao's attention. After all, he had observed it from the beginning. There were so many dead trees like this in this piece of dirt that he couldn't even count them.

It stands to reason that the denseness of these weeds means that there are a lot of nutrients in the soil, but the trees are all dead, and not a single one survives. It looks a bit strange.

Maybe these trees were not alive from the beginning, but dead trees were just transplanted as landscapes?

A barrage suddenly said: [Look at the appearance of these dead trees, they don’t look like ordinary trees at all.It has arms and legs, just like a human being. 】

[Is it possible that there are human corpses inside these dead trees? This house is actually the home of a murderer. These are all the murderer's works. 】

[If the body is hidden in this way, the staff won’t be able to tell any clues when they come, right?Maybe the missing people are hidden in here. Would you like to open it and take a look? 】

After noticing this large paragraph of text and the somewhat gloomy surrounding environment, Wang Tao couldn't help but shudder.

But that's all. After all, it's impossible to be a murderer no matter how you think about it.

He would rather believe that there are real dirty things than believe that there can be some extrajudicial gangsters committing serial murders in this place.

Secretly laughing at himself for being timid, Wang Tao joked: "I can't even recognize the species of these trees. If they are something precious, I can't afford to pay for them if they are damaged."

"If you are interested, I will send you the address in a private message and you can try it yourself."

Just as he was talking, Wang Tao had already passed under the branch of the tree.

Everything started to go normally.

It wasn't until he was about to pass by that he suddenly felt himself being pulled.

How can it be?Where is anyone else in this place?
Turning around suddenly, there was no one there.

When Wang Tao was suspicious, he suddenly found the selfie stick lying quietly in the grass. "Holy shit...it almost scared me to death."

It seems that because he made too big a move when he jumped off the wall at the beginning, the selfie stick inserted next to the backpack stretched out halfway, and happened to trip on a tree trunk.

The barrage became cheerful one after another:

[If Brother Tao can't do it, let's go back. It's really not a shame. 】

[You obviously have a tough mouth, but you feel it so quickly? 】

[Pass it down, Brother Tao is acting from the heart. 】

Wang Tao explained seriously: "I call this vigilance, not cowardice."

Then he turned the camera and began to say some difficult words, such as "be cautious" and "careless", which made everyone burst into laughter, and the air inside and outside the live broadcast room was filled with joy.

His serious look and off-key words succeeded in amusing many people.

Seeing that the fans liked this, Wang Tao felt relieved and bent down to pick up the selfie stick.

at this time.

The old hemp rope hanging on the treetops, as inconspicuous as garbage, suddenly moved.

There seemed to be an imperceptible breeze blowing by, and the hemp rope was blown up, pointing faintly in the direction of Wang Tao.

And I don't know if it was an illusion, but the rope was still stretching bit by bit, extending downward silently.

【Behind! 】

[Anchor run! 】

Wang Tao, who was about to get up, suddenly noticed that the barrage in the live broadcast room had changed, and he was frantically scrolling through repeated content.

He only felt ridiculous about this and said confidently: "I was just teasing you just now. You don't think I'm really scared, do you?"

"To be honest, even if I really encounter a powerful ghost, Brother Tao, I will never be a little bit..."

Before he finished speaking out his bold words, the old hemp rope had reached the top of Wang Tao's head, and then fell suddenly. The loop at the front of the hemp rope was accurately placed around Wang Tao's neck.

"Uh uh—"

The rope loop suddenly shrank. It was obvious that the other end of the rope was only tied to the treetop, but at this moment it seemed as if an invisible person was secretly pulling Wang Tao back.

The selfie stick he just picked up fell instantly, and the picture in the live broadcast room became messy and disorderly.

The barrages popped up one after another.

[What's going on? Is this really staged?Isn't the acting very good? 】

[Did we encounter a ghost or a murderer? Should we call the police? 】

[If the anchor is not dead, please come out and say something, otherwise you will be responsible for causing us to report a false alarm. 】

Of course, Wang Tao, who was nearly suffocated, couldn't see the news. He didn't even have the energy to struggle at the moment, and he didn't even know what all this was about.

I just felt like my whole body was stiff, like a dead corpse.

No……

Just when Wang Tao had lost hope, the rag doll that had been hanging quietly next to his backpack suddenly shook his head.

(End of this chapter)