Chapter 0009: On the Pirate Ship
Ding!
There was a crisp sound and the phone vibrated.
"Congratulations, host, you have successfully survived until dawn. Your first live broadcast mission has been completed!"
The live broadcast has stopped automatically and a striking message appears on the screen.
I was overjoyed and quickly put the phone into my pocket.
“Run!”
I turned around suddenly and found that my reminder was completely unnecessary. Sister Hong had already run out of the room.
There are a thousand horses running through my heart.
At this time, the old man's dry hand was about to touch me. His body was twisted, his neck was crooked, and his posture was extremely weird.
I quickly left the room.
Sister Hong’s figure was right in front of me. I caught up with her and ran in the dim and narrow corridor with her one in front and one behind.
The sound of hurried footsteps kept echoing, and I didn't even dare to turn my head.
We rushed down the old wooden stairs in one breath, breaking several planks and almost falling down, but we finally reached the first floor.
Without stopping, he ran straight towards the door of the bun shop.
But when I ran to the door, I found that there was a thick and hard iron lock hanging on the door, and it was locked!
Damn it!
The old man was well prepared!
"Go that way!" Sister Hong seemed to know something and pulled me into the kitchen.
The kitchen was dirty and messy, with grease everywhere. Dishes were piled up in the sink, and the stench of sewage mixed with a strange fragrance.
The fire on the stove was burning brightly, and a large pot was placed on top of it. Several rows of steamers stacked on top of each other in the pot were emitting steam, and that was the source of the strange fragrance.
The aroma of meat buns!
But at this moment, the smell made me feel nauseous and I almost vomited.
I endured the discomfort and followed Sister Hong to run towards the kitchen window. On the way, I accidentally bumped into something and turned around to see what I saw.
Next to the stove there was an old rocking chair, creaking and rocking gently, and lying on it was a person wrapped tightly.
"who?"
I quickly held the kitchen knife across my chest and was on guard.
But the person in the rocking chair didn't move. She looked like an old woman, with a few sparse gray hair sticking out from a red hat. Her face was completely covered by a red scarf, so her appearance couldn't be seen clearly. Only a gray old hand was resting on the armrest.
My eyebrows jumped.
The hand exposed outside is clearly a skeleton!
A dead person?!
The old man hid a dead person who had turned into a skeleton in the kitchen!
I quickly moved away from the rocking chair.
At this time, Sister Hong had already run to the window, stretched out her hand and pushed hard a few times, and the greasy black window was actually pushed open by her.
Fresh air rushed in, and outside was a gray alley.
"Go!" She waved to me.
"Wait, how do you know this window can be opened?" I stopped and looked at her warily.
This mature and beautiful woman is a mystery from top to bottom.
Sister Hong looked at me with complicated eyes and gave me a strange smile.
"Thank you for saving me, but you shouldn't have saved me." After leaving a confusing remark, she turned around and climbed out of the window.
That agile and nimble appearance was totally not what a weak woman should be like.
"Hey, don't go, explain yourself clearly!"
I threw away the kitchen knife and followed her, but when I ran to the window, Sister Hong was no longer outside.
There was only a bunch of keys shining coldly in the corner of the wall, and I didn't know if she had dropped them in a hurry.
I heard footsteps outside the kitchen. I didn't dare to delay any longer and climbed out by grabbing the greasy window frame.
As soon as my feet touched the ground, I picked up the keys and ran a long way in one breath before stopping to catch my breath.
It was just dawn, and the hazy morning light sprinkled on the messy streets of the urban village. Occasionally, people rushing to work walked hurriedly through the streets.
I looked back and saw that the window of the bun shop kitchen was closed. Behind the greasy glass, there seemed to be a pair of cloudy eyes staring in my direction.
I returned .
The air was filled with smoke.
Sitting in the shop with its doors and windows closed, I smoked one cigarette after another until I saw the sunlight was bright outside the window, and then I stopped.
He took out a large black screen mobile phone from his pocket and tapped the icon that looked like a death portrait.
"Congratulations, anchor. You have completed your first live broadcast mission and have been promoted to a Level 9 official anchor. The functions of the relevant level have been unlocked."
"This mission rewards the "Heavenly Eye Observation Technique". Do you want to accept it?"
The hideous bloody words appeared on the black screen.
Are anchors divided into different levels?
I am not in a hurry to claim the reward and continue to check the instructions.
There are ten levels of anchors. The level I am at is the lowest, level nine, which unlocks the reward function. Then the levels go up in sequence, from level nine to level one. The highest level is called the King Anchor.
The higher the level, the more difficult the live broadcast task is, and the higher the corresponding reward is. Every time you complete three live broadcasts, your level will be promoted by one level.
Tasks are released every seven days. Once the anchor's identity is bound, those who fail to broadcast live according to regulations or fail to complete the live broadcast will be completely erased by the system.
Only by completing the King’s Live Streaming Mission can the binding be untied.
"This is clearly a tyrannical treaty!"
"Who the hell knows how my identity was bound!"
After reading it, I really wanted to smash my phone to pieces.
Thinking of Sister Hong's last weird smile, I felt more and more that all her actions were just pretending to be stupid, just to lure me into joining the live broadcast. And I got on this pirate ship without knowing it.
I don't know why she wanted to harm me, but there is no doubt that she has a deep connection with live streaming.
To find out the whole truth, you must find her!
I looked at the key chain I picked up again and again. There was a key and an access card on the metal buckle. Judging from the rose-shaped pendant, it was definitely a women's item.
The name of the community was marked on the upper left corner of the access card - Yunhui Yayuan, and the unit number was marked in black handwriting on the back: 6-2-1801.
Whether this key belongs to Sister Hong can be found out by going to the community.
If she had lived there, she would definitely have left many traces of her life, such as photos.
After putting away the key, I read the instructions in the live broadcast room for a while and then collected the reward.
"The Sky Eye Observation Technique will be delivered in five minutes."
The ghost story live broadcast room possesses some unknown strange ability. I have no doubt about the rationality of time, but I still doubt the authenticity of "The Art of Observing Qi with the Sky Eye".
Although I am only a half-baked fortune teller, I have seen pigs run even if I have not eaten pork. Ordinary people may not know what the art of observing qi is, but I know it very well.
A fortune teller usually helps people to tell fortunes and misfortunes based on their horoscopes, facial features and palmistry. This requires a deep knowledge of metaphysics and one cannot get started without studying for a few years.
Metaphysics is profound and difficult. Many theories require not only rote memorization but also innate comprehension. Some people cannot understand the mysteries in their entire lives.
Unfortunately, I am the one without talent, otherwise I wouldn’t be in such a miserable situation.
The art of observing qi does not require any awkward theories, and one can directly read the face and exorcise evil spirits through the aura.
For example, metaphysics is about reasoning through knowledge, while qigong is about directly looking at the images. It is obvious which one is better.
If a fortune teller masters this skill, it would be like having a cheat code. He would be able to see through feng shui and determine a person's fortune at a glance. Why would he worry about not becoming rich and powerful?
No matter how capable the Ghost Story Live Room is, can it come up with this kind of lost secret technique?
Exactly five minutes after I put down my phone, there was a knock on the shop's roller shutter door.
"Li Yunfeng, express delivery!"
I opened the door excitedly, and the courier guy threw the package directly into my hands. Then he rode away quickly on his electric scooter.
I returned to the shop, closed the door, and couldn't wait to open the box.
Inside was an ancient thread-bound book with a few large and sloppy characters written in a flamboyant style on the cover: The Art of Observing Qi with the Heavenly Eye.
When I opened the cover, I was a little dumbfounded. The yellowed paper was filled with incomprehensible ancient Chinese.
I'm in a lot of pain.
It feels like there is a secret book of martial arts in front of you, but you can't read it.
Just as I was worrying, these words suddenly moved on their own, crawling up the back of my hand like ants and drilling into my skin.
The world was spinning, and many things suddenly flooded into my mind...
a long time.
I slowly opened my eyes.
