On Lantern Festival Eve in 2026, my live broadcast room exploded.
A barrage of blood flashed across: "Lower your head! There are three people hanging behind you!"
The moment I squatted down, 188 people in the entire live broadcast park evaporated on the spot.
Death game pops up on mobile phone:
Number of viewers: 9,441,207
[Redeemable life: 7 minutes and 33 seconds]
I used the change from the audience to continue my life, completing horrific tasks in funeral parlors, ghost buses, and morgues.
Until I discovered that the ID of "The Eyes of 1966" always spoiled the crisis in the barrage——
It was the woman who died on the same day sixty years ago.
She left me a note in the freezer:
"Welcome to the Bingwu cycle, you are the 108th me."
The number of people online in my live broadcast room has never changed in sixty years.
It turned out that the 9,441,207 viewers were already dead.
Reader comments
The most terrifying thing is not the ghosts, but the "audience" you think are all the souls of sixty years ago. What you think is the break is just the 108 repetitions of the cycle. After reading this, I no longer dare to watch live broadcasts late at night...
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The most terrifying thing is not the ghosts, but the "audience" you think are all the souls of sixty years ago. What you think is the break is just the 108 repetitions of the cycle. After reading this, I no longer dare to watch live broadcasts late at night...
[Like][Like][Like][Like][Like] It's so scary to have been trapped! ! !