Not in love
>On a rainy night, I broke into a century-old haunted house to live broadcast.
>Barrages flooded the screen like crazy: "Anchor, run! The ghost is behind you!"
>I calmly lit the talisman: "The biggest enemy of this house is the homeowner himself."
>The antique pocket watch suddenly stopped, and the mirror reflected the horrified and twisted face of the homeowner.
>The rich second-generation female supporting actor sneered: "Pretending to be a ghost, my family's ancestral amulet is the real thing."
>I picked up the talisman she dropped: "Didn't your ancestors tell you that this talisman was drawn with the ashes of a close relative?"
>That night, her family's century-old legacy collapsed in the stock market.
>And my live broadcast room ranked first on the entire network.
