I have delusions, and you want me to participate in a ghost story?

Chapter 8 Cousin
A sinister voice came from behind Zhou Xiaochuan.

The sound seemed to carry a chill, as if it came from the Nine Netherworld.

"Brother Yang, shouldn't we be good friends? It was me who gave you the resources of Huang Xiaoqin and Huang Xiaoyong, allowing you to live stream, making money, making you popular, and making you famous... All of this was given by me! All of it was given by me!
If I, Huang Xiaoqin's cousin, were not there, how many people would know you, Brother Yang? Would you have achieved what you have now? Dream on! "

The voice behind Zhou Xiaochuan became more and more urgent, and finally broke.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaochuan only felt a strong and cold breath pressing on his back, making him very uncomfortable.

"You, I don't understand what you are saying at all."

Suddenly, a golden light emanated from Zhou Xiaochuan's body. This light was like the scorching warm sun, dispelling the cold aura behind him.

He turned around and saw a man covered in blood. He was fat and had big ears, a greasy face, and his eyes were empty, without any eyeballs.

"Hehe... Brother Yang, you are so famous now, with so many fans, and now you want to come here to get a piece of the pie, but what about me? I can only be trapped in this phone... I am so miserable!"

The voice of the man covered in blood became more and more violent, and finally evolved into a miserable wail.

Then, he grabbed Zhou Xiaochuan's shoulders with his two bloody hands.

"I'm alone on the screen, alone in the live broadcast room, I feel so lonely... Brother Yang, come and keep me company? Aren't we good friends? Let's keep each other company on the mobile phone screen..."

He used both hands to try to pull Zhou Xiaochuan into the small mobile phone at his feet.

The phone screen that had been smashed and stepped on by Zhou Xiaochuan before seemed to have suction force, and together with the bloody man's arm, it pulled Zhou Xiaochuan towards the phone screen.

Zhou Xiaochuan did not resist at all, but one minute later, a 1.8-meter-tall man disappeared from this space in an instant.

The man covered in blood picked up his phone and gave a weird smile.

"Hehe...hehe...brother Yang, just stay alone in front of this phone screen. I won't accompany you. Hahahaha! Not only that, everything you have will become mine!"

The man covered in blood was laughing as blood flowed out from all his orifices.

"Your popularity, your traffic, your fans, your money... everything will belong to me! No! No! All of this has always been mine! You took it all away, and now, it's just returning it to its original owner."

His laughter became more and more crazy, and the blood flowed more and more. He looked greedily at Uncle Huang and Huang Xiaoqin and Huang Xiaoyong in front of him.

"Hehe...Xiaoqin, Xiaoyong, do you miss me? Do you miss your cousin? Don't forget, everything you have is given to you by me, your cousin."

He looked around at the stacked boxes of beer and laughed, "Without me, Uncle Huang, would you be able to drink so much beer every day? It's me who made Xiaoqin and Xiaoyong famous!"

"Now that guy Yangdi is finally dead, I'm here to take back what belongs to me!" His face was ferocious, and he raised his cell phone and pointed it at Huang Xiaoqin.

"Little Heshen, perform a song for the brothers and sisters in the live broadcast room!"

Huang Xiaoqin, who was called Little Heshen, looked reluctant, but was pushed hard by Uncle Huang behind him and fell in front of the bloody man. "Cousin, cousin, I..."

Huang Xiaoqin's young face was so frightened that not a single bit of light appeared on it. He was obviously very afraid of this "cousin" who was covered in blood.

"Sing for me quickly! If you don't sing well, humph!" He raised his bloody palm and waved it symbolically towards Huang Xiaoqin's face.

The latter immediately shrank his neck and began to sing his extremely strange song.

“Ali…Ali…Ali…”

At this moment, Xia Guo’s live broadcast room also exploded instantly.

[Oh my god, what's going on? This is a lot of information. ]

[It was mentioned in the previous copy description that the Chosen One came to Dashi Village at the invitation of Huang Xiaoqin's cousin, but the one who took over was Uncle Huang, and this blood-stained cousin Huang Xiaoqin appeared from the mobile phone screen...]

[Have you watched Professor Bryant's live broadcast? He saw the tips and messages from paying viewers during the live broadcast, and the name of the message was "Cousin"! ]

[I feel like the truth of this instance is right before my eyes. It's a pity for Zhou Xiaochuan, the Chosen One of Xia Country. I feel like I failed at the last moment.]

[This time, we got so much information because Zhou Xiaochuan smashed his phone. If Zhou Xiaochuan hadn't smashed his phone, then this cousin wouldn't have come out so quickly.]

[In Professor Bryant's live broadcast, the cousin was dragged out of the phone by Huang Xiaoqin alive and killed by Huang Xiaoqin, but why was Huang Xiaoqin so afraid of the cousin in Zhou Xiaochuan's live broadcast room? ]

[I still can't figure out why our Xia country's Chosen One died so quickly? Wasn't he able to fight against the weird incarnation Uncle Huang before? ]

[It can only mean that the Chosen Ones of your Xia country are too arrogant! In a ghost story copy, there is often more than one weirdness, and the strength of each weirdness is also strong and weak. ]

[And Zhou Xiaochuan probably relied on the talent he drew to deal with the weirdness, but as far as I know, this kind of powerful talent has a cooling time, and it is probably still within the cooling time of his talent. ]

Xiaguo, Ghost Story Handling Bureau.

Regarding this strange talk, the information they obtained from Zhou Xiaochuan and other live broadcast rooms was almost the same as that of the audience watching the live broadcast!

"This matter has been simply outlined. Uncle Huang, cousin, Little Heshen and Huang Xiaoqin are all tainted with weirdness. There is also Huang Xiaoqin's brother who cannot be seen. But how to pass it on through ghost stories remains to be discussed." A respected scholar from the Ghost Story Handling Bureau analyzed.

He is a professor of history at the top university in Xia Country and is very knowledgeable about ghost stories.

"Alas! Professor He, what's the point of saying all this now? Our Xia country's Chosen One has already failed, and another city in our Xia country is going to be involved in a ghost story!" A young scholar in the Ghost Story Processing Bureau sighed.

Professor He shook his head and said, "That's not the case. We can give a lecture on the experience gained from this strange talk to all the Xia people and improve their ability to deal with strange talks. This is the most important thing."

At this moment, the director, who had just been extremely excited and ran around the Ghost Story Bureau ten times, suddenly asked: "Why do you all think Zhou Xiaochuan is dead? Isn't there a black screen in our Chinese live broadcast room?"

(End of this chapter)