Chapter 4 Anchor, does your family live in the underworld?
While the audience was talking about it, the little girl was looking forward to it.
A song they had never heard before suddenly sounded.
From time to time, they saw Lin Feng’s lips moving slightly.
"The eighteenth day of the first lunar month..."
"Auspicious day of the zodiac..."
"Carrying up sorghum..."
"Carrying up red clothes..."
"One foot, one hate..."
"Hurry cutting..."
Along with the melodious accompaniment, Lin Feng's singing is sometimes cold, sometimes lazy, sometimes deep, sometimes high-pitched...
"Wow, what kind of song is this? I haven't heard it before, it sounds so good!"
Zhou Shuyi spoke softly, for fear of disturbing Lin Feng who was singing.
The little girl also nodded and frowned slightly: "It does sound good, but I think the lyrics are a bit weird..."
The singing...
Still going on...
"Cut off the beloved..."
"But I can't return..."
"Pretend to be beautiful..."
< br>"Casanette red sandalwood..."
"Speaking briskly..."
Lin Feng gradually entered the state.
It’s like being immersed in another world.
With the "professional-level singing" provided by the system, he can completely control this song "囍".
Lin Feng is into the drama.
But...
Some people gradually panicked.
For example, Zhou Shuyi.
She, who was full of expectations and surprises, swallowed her saliva at this moment and said weakly:
"Little sister, come closer to me, this song sounds like it makes me panic... …”
Hearing this, Dai Xiaomei hurriedly moved over and stuck together with Zhou Shuyi to keep each other warm.
Not only Zhou Shuyi is afraid, she is even more afraid! !
It sounded pretty good at first, but now the more I listen to it, the weirder it becomes...
The strange tone and strange soundtrack seemed to make the little girl see a spooky scene.
The more she thought about it, the more something was wrong.
The phrase "the eighteenth day of the first lunar month" in the lyrics reminds me vaguely of the Qitan magazine I used to read.
As mentioned above, the eighteenth day of the first lunar month is the day when the moon is broken and everything is not suitable.
There is also the word "sorghum lifting" in the lyrics. Qitan magazine said that "sorghum" is used to ward off evil spirits. Is it because sorghum is used to lift the wedding sedan to suppress the ghost spirit of the ghost bride?
Nima, this song is really qualified for living people to listen to...
The lyrics don’t seem to be for living people to listen to!
Dai Xiaomei's heart was in confusion, and fear gradually rose from her heart.
Zhou Shuyi was okay, she didn’t understand anything about Eighteen Sorghum, but she felt that Lin Feng’s song became more and more terrifying the more he sang.
Of course, not only the two live broadcasters started to panic, but also many viewers.
Zhou Shuyi turned her head and glanced at the live broadcast room.
At this time, the popularity of the live broadcast room has exceeded 2.5 million.
Zhou Shuyi looked at the barrage, trying to seek protection from the audience.
But...
"I'm holding your mother in my mouth, these lyrics make my scalp numb..."
"Mom, I want to go home!"
“Oh shit, I’m walking alone at night, you sing this to me?”
"I suddenly had an ominous premonition..."
"Brothers, my cabinet has moved!"
"Barrage protection!"
"..."
Zhou Shuyi was speechless. The audience in the live broadcast room looked more panicked than she did!
A group of brothers!
The barrage was fast, but the singing still did not stop.
The hellish accompaniment did not stop either.
"The official laughed..."
"The official pondered happily for a long time..."
"She just moaned and groaned..."
"She failed to answer the words this time..."
"She smiled and cried..."< br>
"Guess why she is laughing and crying..."
Listening to Lin Feng's ever-changing tune, the singing became more and more urgent, paired with the strange soundtrack and lyrics...
It's like urging people to die.
Too scary!
Zhou Shuyi could no longer hold on.
She reached out and grabbed Dai Xiaomei’s hand, her shoulders close to Dai Xiaomei’s.
It seemed like this would give her a sense of security.
Apparently, she was too nervous and too scared.
Zhou Shuyi didn't know that the little girl was actually more panicked than she was.
At this moment, the little girl’s mind is full of images of the ghost bride in red being carried by sorghum... she can’t get rid of it!
Two female anchors who are usually fearless are now completely autistic.
The little girl didn’t realize it, thinking about watching the barrage to relieve her fear.
But at a glance, the words "barrage body protection" are all written on the barrage.
This tm...
The emotional audience is also seeking shelter...
The little girl Dai is extremely confused.
And the song continues.
Lin Feng's singing became more urgent.
"Crying..."
"Look at how she is crying and laughing..."
Singing here.
Lin Feng suddenly stopped singing. Solemnly bring the suona to your mouth!
Perhaps it was a coincidence, at the moment when Lin Feng raised the suona.
Crack!
The chandelier in the old rental house suddenly went out!
The room where Lin Feng was was plunged into darkness.
What Zhou Shuyi and Dai Xiaomei could see was only the light reflected from the computer screen reflecting on Lin Feng and the copper suona with traces of rust.
This scene made the two people who were already extremely scared suddenly feel horrified.
The hell-like rapid accompaniment continued to sound, further breaking down the two's psychological defenses.
With fear in her heart, Zhou Shuyi subconsciously leaned closer to the screen to watch, but then...
Woo~! ! !
A sonorous and powerful suona sound suddenly sounded.
“Ah!!” Zhou Shuyi exclaimed and quickly hugged the little girl.
I was almost scared to death.
The silly little girl is almost the same.
The two of them cuddled against each other, shivering...
And the sound of the suona is still ringing.
The ups and downs of the suona made the already gloomy atmosphere even higher.
Creepy!
Amazing!
The barrage in Zhou Shuyi’s live broadcast room is also jumping crazily.
"I'm crazy! Barrage protection! Barrage protection!!"
"Barrage protection, invulnerable to all laws! The heavens and earth are spirited, Guanyin Bodhisattva..."
“Uncle Jiu, save me!!”
“Just ask if you don’t understand, the two shivering in the live broadcast room are not the so-called bold Sister Zhou and the old woman, are they?”
"Although I am panicking now, I still want to say that Sister Zhou and the old woman who are silent are so beautiful!"
"It was fine at first, but as soon as the suona sounded, I ascended directly to heaven."
"Who said he was the most beginner before, I am a 1.95 meter tall man, but now he only dares to pull little Jiojio out of bed Shrink back!"
"I just entered the live broadcast room, is this the underworld?"
"I never thought that Suona could be so powerful and allow me to come to the underworld so easily. "
"No, I want to go to the underworld anchor's live broadcast room to see what kind of monster he is!"
"..."
From time to time, countless viewers flooded into Lin Feng's live broadcast room.
Finally, Lin Feng put down the suona.
The song is over.
Huh...
Lin Feng took a long breath.
I have to say that playing suona is really tiring.
He sincerely admires those masters who inherit the national quintessence of suona.
Putting down the suona, Lin Feng realized that Dai Xiaomei and Zhou Shuyi were hugging each other in the live broadcast.
The two of them turned pale and their whole bodies were trembling slightly.
When I looked again, the barrage in my live broadcast room kept jumping.
"Anchor, you really have you. You can actually make Sister Zhou and an old woman shut themselves up together. You are simply a living Bodhisattva in the underworld!"
"Anchor, where do you live in the underworld? I'm looking for you now. There is no way back to the earth, please show me the way!"
"I always felt something was wrong while sitting and listening to the suona played by the host. Then I lay down and listened again, and I felt that something was missing. I thought about it and bought a coffin to lie in and listen to it, eh, it’s right!”
“Instrument gangster + singing gangster, it’s outrageous”
"Music can be grounding, but it cannot be grounded!"
"I was feeding the cows while watching the live broadcast. The moment the anchor's suona sounded, my cow stopped chewing. I could feel that it probably wanted to Ride me to the underworld..."
"Is this the old woman's underworld husband? He's so terrifying!"
"Why haven't I found such a talented underworld anchor before? Pay attention. ”
“…”
Lin Feng was quite speechless when he saw the outrageous barrage.
This group of people chatting is really like the underworld...
The anchor of the underworld, a good title...
I think this song should be able to gain a lot of negative fans, right?
It’s scary after all.
No matter how bad it is, at least it can gain a lot of negative fans from girls.
With no time to think about anything else, Lin Feng opened the system in his mind.
[Mission completed]
[Reward: LOL extreme hand speed, black fan value 100]
[Remaining black fan value: -2130]
Lin Feng's smile gradually solidified.
-
2130
This inconspicuous number is like a bolt from the blue.
Lin Feng was hit on the head and almost fainted.
Negative black points? !
What's going on! ! !
He continued to observe.
[Remaining black fans value: -2180]
[Remaining black fans value: -2291]
[Remaining anti-fan value: -2312]
The anti-fan value actually becomes more and more negative, and the number keeps jumping.
Lin Feng was confused.
"System, don't you want to explain?"
[Tip: The number of black fans obtained by the host = the number of black fans - the number of fans]
Lin Feng:? ? ?
When Lin Feng was about to argue, the weak voice of the little girl in the headset sounded:
"Um, little brother, can you turn on the lights in your house, I'm a little scared..."< br>
The little girl was so scared that she gave up calling her husband.
She was afraid that if she called her husband, a group of people would immediately rush over, dress her in red clothes, and then use sorghum to carry her away...
Carry it to the underworld...
Of course Lin Feng doesn't know the complicated psychological activities of the little girl. He just realized that his lamp is still dark...
Maybe the lamp head or the wire contact is not working properly. .
After all, my predecessor was in Shanghai, and the rental house I rented in an old community only cost 800 yuan per month, and the circuits were basically outdated.
(End of this chapter)