The tree inside shook as the breeze blew, and something in the darkness bumped towards Qin Ling's face.
Qin Ling let out an "Ouch", covered his eyes and wailed.
He bounced quickly, his hands fluttered wildly, and swung those things away.
[Damn it! What was that just now! ¡¿
¡¾Isn't it a ghost? ¡¿
[Something gray and white so scary!] ¡¿
Qin Ling knocked down those flying around him to the ground, and stepped on it several times.
He looked at the barrage in the live broadcast room, and moved the camera down while explaining, "It's not a ghost, it's a moth. Moths have phototaxis, everyone knows it, so I don't need to explain it."
[It's too timid to talk about ghosts! ¡¿
[Is there anyone like me who can't fall asleep in the middle of the night and wakes up to watch the horror live broadcast? ¡¿
[Upstairs you are not alone. ¡¿
Qin Ling's eyes were reddened by the sudden big moth, his vision was a little blurred, and something moved in the darkness.
Qin Ling shone the light over and found that it was only a gust of wind that moved the grass.
He continued to walk forward, walked all the way through the courtyard, and headed towards the hall.
The hall still maintains its original appearance, which is a very retro decoration style.
The tables and chairs were placed neatly, and when the light swept across the wall, Qin Ling vaguely saw something hanging on it.
¡¾What is on the wall? Why is it still reflective? ¡¿
[Anchor go and have a look. ¡¿
Qin Ling got closer and found that it was a photo frame hanging on the wall, but the photo frame was covered with dust, and the person on it could not be seen clearly.
Qin Ling reached out and touched the edge of the photo frame, and sighed, "This is made of nanmu, and it hasn't rotted for so many years."
He took out a pack of tissues from his backpack and wiped off the dust covered in the photo.
Following his movements, the people above were revealed.
Men, women, young and old, whether standing or sitting, all looked directly at Qin Ling.
In the middle position is a big group photo, with the older generation sitting in the front row, and the people behind standing together, the black and white colors reveal a strange atmosphere under the illumination of the lights.
Qin Ling felt a little numb in his heart. His eyes swept over the face of a pretty girl, and he joked to the audience, "Come and see how the little girls of the last century were dressed. They look very pretty. .¡±
¡¾Anchor, don't you think this photo is a bit scary? ¡¿
[I'm a bit afraid to look at it, those people laugh so mechanically, it looks like they're crying. ¡¿
¡¾This photo has been here for so many years, but no one took it away? ¡¿
[This is not a little girl, if she is still alive, the anchor, you have to call her grandma. ¡¿
[Hahahaha, the upstairs is right. ¡¿
At this moment, the photo fell from the wall with a "clang" and landed on Qin Ling's feet.
Qin Ling groaned in pain, and the lamp in his hand fell to the ground because he couldn't hold it firmly.
The lamp was so alive that it fell upside down on the floor.
It was pitch black all around, and Qin Ling could not be seen in the live broadcast room.
[What the hell? ? ? What about the broadcaster? ¡¿
¡¾Why is it dark? Am I stuck? ¡¿
[No card, please pay attention, there is a sound! ¡¿
¡¾Stimulate! ¡¿
In the moment of darkness all around, only a small cluster of light in the outer ring remained on the floor.
Qin Ling was hit by the photo frame on his big toe, and the pain was so painful that tears were about to come out.
He jumped back and was about to stoop to pick up the lamp.
"Hehehe~" A woman's laughter suddenly sounded from behind Qin Ling. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com