C52 (1/2)

I don't know why, but with the flash of the golden picture, the entire live broadcast room immediately quietens down. Looking at the time, more than half of the live broadcast is already over. Tonight's live broadcast can be considered as a good start.

I stared at the screen, waiting for his next appearance. Could he really be the childhood playmate that left the village that night, Da Gang?

Actually, I have always had a question on why Da Gang and the others wanted to move overnight, and I felt that it was extremely hurried. When I went to the house the next day, all the things in their house were there, as if only they left.

What did Grandma do in the pool that day? Why did his grandmother, who rarely left the village, appear in the pool at the same time?

Actually, I've asked about this before, but my grandmother never told me. I know that she has many secrets that she has kept from me.

I simply turned on the phone in my golden avatar. As long as he wore the kind of headphones that allowed him to speak, he could direct his voice into the studio. It was also a kind of interaction between the host and the audience.

I heard a cough coming from the studio, probably to start his story. He was nine years old, in the second grade of elementary school, and because of his big build, he had always been the leader of his friends. Boys loved the feeling of being in the lead.

On that day, after school was over, the children decided to go to the willow tree forest in front of the village and hunt birds. Just like what was said before, the lord had reminded them more than once that they were not allowed to go to that forest. At the time, I just thought it was just to scare us.

A child would often challenge the authority of an adult to prove that they had grown up. They were no longer the little brats who relied on an adult for everything. As these few people walked along the river, they discovered a person following behind them.

”That bastard followed us.”

”Should I scare her a bit later?” Er Mao said with a smile, a few children had already noticed me following behind, and did my best not to turn around and look, as they were worried that she would not follow us.

”Don't forget, her grandmother is Ghastly Witch.” Little Hei was obviously a little scared, but in fact, most of the children in the village were afraid of this person.

”What's there to be afraid of? We're just trying to scare her.”

”Fine, we'll hide once we go in. If she dares to come in, we'll jump out immediately. Remember, if you really scared her to the point of crying, go back and ask the lord, just say that she cried herself.”

”Then it's decided. Whoever dares to speak of it, I won't play with him in the future.” Er Mao pointed out his finger. This was a special agreement between children, so they went into the forest ahead.

”Why haven't we come in yet? Are we afraid of going back?”

A few of them laid behind a willow tree and waited. However, they could not see Xia Mo coming in from outside the forest, and just as they were about to get up from the ground, they vaguely saw a shadow in front of them.

”Over there.” Er Mao whispered.

”How is this possible?”

The few of them kept staring at the entrance of the forest, and unexpectedly no one noticed when Xia Mo had entered the forest, and she actually did not even turn her head back as she walked in.

”She went in. What should we do?”

”Follow him. Let's go.”

Just like that, a few of Xia Mo's friends followed behind and walked in, quickly arriving at the pond, where they heard stories about children who had drowned in the past.

The water in the pond wasn't as deep as we imagined. When we walked over, we actually saw Xia Mo walking into the pond.

”You're lying.” My shouts sounded out from the broadcast room. That time, I was clearly following behind them, but in the end, I found Er Mao and Little Hei crying by the side of the pond.

”Xia Mo, let me finish.”

I could only move Mike to the side and continue listening to his story. Actually, the so-called live broadcast is to find a suitable topic to talk about, and then interact with the audience, it's impossible for you to always be talking by yourself. No matter how wonderful your story is, after two hours, there will always be times where you will be tired of it.