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

Chapter 9: Return of Zhou Xiaochuan
"Isn't there a black screen in our Xiaguo live broadcast room?"

A word from the director of the Ghost Story Handling Bureau woke the dreamer up.

Professor He immediately rushed to the screen he was responsible for, and his hands holding the cigarette were shaking.

He put the cigarette to his lips and took a deep puff: "That's right! That's right! The screen of my Xiaguo live broadcast room is not black yet."

Afterwards, Professor He coughed twice, as if he realized his own gaffe.

"I have seen so many ghost stories over the years. I have read all the ghost stories about the Chosen Ones in almost every country. In the past three years, I have read at least 10,000 ghost stories, and not once has the screen in the live broadcast room turned black after the Chosen Ones died!"

Professor He's words instantly ignited the hopes of others in the Ghost Story Processing Bureau.

"That is to say, Zhou Xiaochuan is not dead yet!"

At this moment, other viewers in the live broadcast room also noticed this.

[Strange, why hasn't Xia Guo's live broadcast room turned black yet? ]

[After the Chosen One dies, the live broadcast room should immediately go black. Why is Xiaguo an exception? ]

【Is Zhou Xiaochuan not dead? 】

【Brother Chuan! 】

【Believe in Brother Chuan! 】

[Everyone in front of the screen, raise your hands and lend your strength to Brother Chuan. ]

[I don’t want a ghost story to happen in the city where I live. ]

[I hope that Xiaguo’s Chosen One dies in a ghost story. ——IP address: Bangguo]

[Hahahaha, the chosen one of Xia Country was weirdly pulled into the phone. How can the people of Xia Country still expect him to be alive? Have you ever seen someone being pulled into a phone and still come out alive? ——IP address: Sakura Country]

[Three-word evaluation: French style. ——IP address: Sunset Country]

[Those of you above, your IP addresses have been exposed, why don’t you go back to your own live broadcast room? Don’t you have your own live broadcast to watch? Where is the Chosen One of your country? ]

[Hahahahaha, didn't their country's Chosen One die a long time ago? Have you forgotten? Especially the Chosen One of Sakura Country, Leo Yoshi, what a clown! ]

[Shrimp and pork heart, but it's the truth. ]

……

The world of ghost stories, Oishi Village.

Under the repression of Little Heshen Huang Xiaoqin, the singing sounded weird, with a sense of discomfort, disharmony and awkwardness.

Although there are only two meaningless characters repeating continuously, it gives people an extremely weird feeling.

It's like playing an expensive violin with a branch picked up from the street. It's extremely unharmonious.

“Ali…Ali…Ali…” When Huang Xiaoqin sang the song “Little Heshen” to the end, he was almost crying and singing at the same time, and his voice became a lot hoarser.

At this moment, Uncle Huang had returned to the seat where Zhou Xiaochuan had sat before, which was the main seat at the table.

When Zhou Xiaochuan was pulled into the mobile phone by his cousin, he had already straightened the mahogany table that was overturned by Zhou Xiaochuan, and then spread the blood-red tablecloth.

At this moment, he was holding a bottle of the cheapest green-necked beer, which cost three yuan a bottle, and pouring it into his stomach.

There were already five or six empty beer bottles on his left hand side.

Uncle Huang, a disabled person, is actually an alcoholic. In just three minutes, he drank so much beer by almost forcing it down his throat.

On the other side, Huang Xiaoqin's brother, Huang Xiaoyong, who originally had a dull look on his face without any expression or demeanor, now had his eyes closed.

He didn't even look at Huang Xiaoqin who was jumping around.

Huang Xiaoqin sang and danced, making strange and eerie sounds while jumping up and down and clapping.

The singing seemed to carry a kind of lethal power. "Bang, bang!"

The beer bottles piled around the room broke one after another.

Huang Xiaoqin's face became more and more painful.

"Ali...Ali...Wuwuwu, I don't want to sing anymore! I don't like singing. I don't like singing this song that I can't even understand!"

Huang Xiaoqin suddenly stopped singing and burst into tears.

My cousin, who was originally staring at the live broadcast screen on his mobile phone screen and feeling smug, suddenly frowned.

"Keep singing for me! Xiaoqin, who allowed you to stop? Keep singing! Keep dancing for me!"

he scolded.

"Wow, wow, wow, I don't want to, I don't want to, I hate singing."

Huang Xiaoqin rubbed her eyes and cried, and said in an almost desperate voice.

"The brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts in the live studio are listening happily. Why don't you just give it up? You useless thing! Sing for me!"

The cousin found a rattan stick from somewhere and hit Huang Xiaoqin hard.

"You useless thing, sing for me! Keep singing. Only by singing can you make money, understand? Only then can you have enough food to eat!"

After being beaten, Huang Xiaoqin cried even louder.

“Ali…Ali…Ali…”

The crying mixed with singing echoed in the dim room.

My cousin looked at the data in the live broadcast room with satisfaction and grinned.

Not grinning, but cracking.

He laughed so hard that his entire mouth split open.

No, to be more precise, the entire face was torn open, revealing flesh and blood. It was extremely horrifying.

[User "Yangdi" gave a reward of 1000] and left a message, [Maybe what he wants is not money, but precious dignity. ]

"Huh?" The cousin's laughter was stunned. Looking at the nickname, he asked in confusion: "Brother Yang? Why can you still speak? Shouldn't you have already...?"

Before he could finish his words, a hand in a hospital gown and a black transparent garbage bag reached out from the screen and knocked down my cousin's bloody hand that was holding the phone.

Then, a handsome man wearing a hospital gown, a transparent garbage bag on his body, and a trash can on his head emerged from the phone!

Unlike his cousin who came out in a bloody and disheveled state, Zhou Xiaochuan came out with an elegant posture and was spotless.

What you were like when you went in is what you will be like when you come out.

"You traitor, I have been observing you for a long time among these monsters, and you dare to do such a thing to my son!"

He didn't even look at his cousin's treasured cell phone and crushed it to pieces with one foot.

"From now on, you and Zhao Gao will no longer be able to use this monster to harm others, and you will no longer be able to harm the fate of our Great Qin."

he said coldly.

The cousin only came to his senses when he saw his cell phone was crushed by Zhou Xiaochuan.

His eyes were bloodshot and turned bright red.

"What did you just do! Brother Yang, what did you just do? Do you know how much traffic my live broadcast room will lose with your kick? How much money will be lost?"

The cousin grabbed Zhou Xiaochuan's neck with his bloody hands and questioned him with a ferocious look on his face.

(End of this chapter)