The live ghost hunting reached its climax. I threw the fake charm according to the script, but the coffin suddenly exploded.
A withered hand put on my shoulder, and the rotten smell hit my face.
The barrage is still carnival: "The anchor's special effects exploded!" "Don't the blood packs taste good?"
My legs went weak and I fell to the ground, but my hand automatically drew a golden spell in the air.
When the whole network was in a frenzy, a private message was received in the background:
"Fellow Taoist, where did the Five Thunder Curse you used for live broadcast come from?"
What's even more frightening is that I don't know how to do Taoism at all!
Until the hundred-year-old Feizheng broke out of the coffin, my body was faster than my brain, and I took the authentic seven-star steps.
The system was activated the day Uncle Jiu came to the door.
From then on, I became a celebrity with tens of millions of supernatural fans during the day, and at night I was pressed on my head by Uncle Jiu and recited "Maoshan Precepts".
When the Netherworld opens, millions of evil spirits rush towards my live broadcast room——
I raised the illuminated selfie stick and said, "Family, tonight's script is... Hellish."
