(Urban + ghost story + cool writing + horror)
"Chicken paste Taimei, please serve the wheat."
Jiang Bufan stopped talking and looked at the young boy's face: "Have you ever held hands?"
"Hold it."
"Are her hands cooler than normal?"
The young boy still had a smile on his lips, but it was no longer as natural as before: "... It's a bit cold. She said she was born with a cold body."
Jiang Bufan did not answer this sentence again, as if approaching the same question in a different direction: "Have you started to feel sleepy recently? You have no energy during the day and can't sleep at night? You eat less, but you don't feel hungry?"
The young boy's smile finally faded away, as if something had finally pulled him out of his casual state: "... How do you know?"
"Because the girlfriend you have now is not a human being." Jiang Bufan's voice was calm, "She is a ghost. The time you met her last month was not a coincidence.
She is there specifically to wait for you. You are now with a ghost every day, and her yang energy is sucked in by her, so you are becoming more and more lethargic and paler. "
The live broadcast room was quiet for a moment, and then the barrage suddenly exploded.
The barrage exploded all of a sudden.
"What the hell???"
