Food anchor teaches you how to raise ghosts

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The Black Wood Sea of ​​Trees is a very famous suicide sanctuary among several major star regions.The types of trees here are monotonous, and the trunks are all dark brown. In addition, the crowns of the trees are connected to cover the sky and block out the sun. The whole forest is full of dark shadows, dark and deep.

Suddenly there was the sound of wading in this dense forest where there were few birdsong. A man walked out of the forest with long hair draped over his shoulders and a beard on his face. It was as thick as weeds and covered half of his face, calling People can't see the real face clearly, just like a savage, only a pair of eyes that are as black as the eternal night are particularly attractive.

He has a slender figure, a white vest with several holes hanging on it outlines the attractive muscles of his chest and abdomen, a silver nameplate dangles on his chest, and his lower body is the standard trousers of the Star Alliance Rescue Force, which is full of scratches. black water boots.

He was carrying a heavy backpack and a bucket in his hand. He said as if he was talking to himself as he walked: "The roots of the trees under the feet are intertwined and covered with swamp water. If you don't pay attention, you will be killed." Stumbling - especially with long legs like me, every step needs to be careful."

"When I was listening to the first half of the sentence, I was still worried about the anchor, but after listening to the second half, I just want to say my dear, please show some face!"

"Your pants are too fat, take them off and let us see how long your legs are."

"Let's not talk about the length of the legs. I don't know what the anchor looks like after watching the live broadcast. Could you please shave your beard?"

"What do you know, this big beard is so rough and wild, don't shave the anchor, keep it for another year, then see how much rice and meat can be stored in it, and you can pick it out to satisfy your hunger when you are hungry."

Xia Chun ignored the sarcasm from the senior members of the Appearance Association, and introduced the situation here while wading through the water.

Heimushuhai is also known as "Soul Devouring Swamp". Every year, 30-50 corpses are recovered from it, most of them are hanged. situation.

Many tourists with a curiosity-seeking mentality come here to visit and explore. When they step into the dense forest, they lose their direction and get stuck in the muddy waters.There are also countless ghost legends about this place. Countless people have claimed to have witnessed ghosts wandering in the forest, or floating on the branches, or emerging from the swamp.

Disappearances, dangers, and frequent suicides have made this death-filled forest and sea swamp an ominous place. A warning sign with the words "No Entry" has been set up at the entrance, and there are also a lot of words discouraging suicide. In recent years, , has rarely been set foot.

The bushy beard on Xia Chun's face moved back and forth: "Now, let's go to the grove to catch ghosts."

There was no tension or fear in the live broadcast room with a small number of viewers, and they were all laughing and joking.At this moment, Xia Chun suddenly stopped and said in a low voice, "I found a ghost."

The muddy ground suddenly cracked a few cracks, and the dusty soil shook up and shook. The thing hidden underneath seemed to smell a dangerous breath, and was about to escape.

Xia Chun strode forward to hold the thing down, threw the bucket to the side, and dug into the mud with his other hand, grabbing out a big guy with teeth and claws.He held the ghost thing in front of him, covering his entire face.

"Fucking ghost, isn't this a claw crab? I've taken off my pants, so you let me see this?"

"The one in front looks like a newcomer. I'll let the anchor tell you what the hell it is."

"What are you doing taking off your pants? Do you want to be caught? Hhhh"

Xia Chun's face was expressionless, and his slightly frowned eyebrows made him look a little serious: "This kind of ghost is called a 'clamp ghost', and it is the resentment of those who hanged themselves before they died."

Facing the barrage full of doubts, Xia Chun continued calmly: "Hanging is a very painful way to die. Many people start to regret the moment the rope is tightly strung around the neck and the whole body is suspended in the air. However, this way of suicide made them unable to escape, they could only die with endless regrets in the constant kicking and struggling. Before dying, the last thought in their minds was "If at this moment I have a Scissors would be nice'."

Speaking of this, Xia Chun grabbed the crab's huge pliers and shook it: "With this kind of deep resentment, the pincer ghost was born."

"Hahahaha, don't stop me, I want to kill this anchor!"

"God damn pinch the ghost, god damn hang the ghost's resentment!"

"This is the most serious nonsense I've ever seen, bar none."

"The anchor's style of painting is poisonous, but this explains it to me."

Xia Chun grabbed two big "claw ghosts" in the water and put them into the bucket, found some leaves to cover them, and carried them to a relatively dry area.He found large and small stones, piled the large ones in a circle, laid the small ones in the middle, and piled dry branches and trunks on top.

He took off his backpack and put it aside, rummaged through to find some waste paper and threw it in the firewood pile, took out a silver lighter and played a trick in his hand, and then lit the fire.

After washing the muddy crabs, Xia Chun took out the iron wire and tied them, and threw them directly on the charcoal fire to roast. After a while, the crabs began to turn red little by little.He took out a wooden scoop, a pestle, and a bunch of small bottles from the treasure bag-like backpack, and from the side pocket, he dug out two delicate and beautiful peppers, a head of garlic, and a piece of butter.

He chopped the garlic into cloves and threw it into a wooden spoon to mash, then threw two small peppers into it and ground it into a red juice, then added butter, a little pepper salt, and lemon vinegar to mix well, and heated it slightly over the charcoal fire.While Xia Chun was making the sauce, the audience was drooling and barraged.

"Clamp ghost: I'm red!"

"People who love crabs say...can you give me one?"

"As big as a monster, there must be a lot of meat."

"Today is the last day of my live broadcast, everyone 'Enjoy' to your heart's content." Xia Chun put the prepared sauce aside, picked up two long branches and prepared to pinch the crab out, completely ignoring the "?? ?”.

However, when he stood up and looked back, the charcoal fire was empty.

The audience who were waiting for the "spiritual meal" suddenly became anxious, and Xia Chun didn't understand why.The charcoal fire was right behind him, and he was not deaf and blind, so even if someone approached, he wouldn't be unaware of any movement.

Looking around, he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye, and Xia Chun threw away the branches and chased after him.When I got closer, I found that it was a four or five-year-old child, with strange clothes, long hair like a waterfall, skin as white as snow, a pair of eyes as pale as glazed amber, a crab in each hand, and a crab in his mouth. Not afraid of being poked, he looked at Xia Chun curiously.

"Fuck, this kid is so pretty!"

"Why are there children here, so young?"

"Although she looks pretty, it feels weird. Don't go over there, anchor."

Although Xia Chun used "eating ghosts" as a gimmick to frighten the audience by speaking nonsense in a serious manner, in fact, he did not believe in the existence of ghosts in this world from the bottom of his heart.

"Little friend, where are you from? Where are your parents?" Xia Chun slowed down and approached, suspecting that he was a brat from a nearby village.

Seeing Xia Chun approaching, the child turned around and got into the dense forest.

Xia Chun ignored the audience's warning, chased and shouted: "Don't run around, it's dangerous inside!" He had long legs and big strides, thinking that he would be able to catch the kid in a few steps and take the crab back to teach him a lesson, but he didn't expect the kid to be extremely fast. Hurry up, turn left and flash right in the forest, you have already run a long way in the blink of an eye.

"This speed is definitely not human!"

"Stop chasing him, give him the crab, I'm good!"

Xia Chun searched for a long time before finally seeing that small figure.However, the scene in front of him surprised him secretly, and he couldn't help but stop and hold his breath.

The child stood beside the half-cut tree stump, eating crabs with their shells and flesh, while looking up at the woman standing on the tree stump as if watching a play.

She was holding on to the rope hanging from the nearby tree, and she was digging her head into the rope loop, her movements were not too fast or slow, as if she was doing a very ordinary thing.Xia Chun only had time to shout "Don't be impulsive", but the woman ignored it completely. After wrapping the rope around her neck, she stepped forward very calmly. The moment her feet left the tree stump, she kicked and kicked wildly.

On the contrary, the kid eating crabs heard his voice, turned his head to look at him, and went into the woods again.

It would be bad for such a young child to run around in the forest and encounter danger. If he can't catch up this time, he will really be lost; the woman in front of him is struggling in pain and is about to die, Xia Chun can only choose one.

He rushed out from behind the tree, sprinted to the front of the tree, stepped on the trunk directly, ran up a few steps as if walking on flat ground, and then threw himself on the trunk. do it.He drew a knife from the shaft of his boot. The blade was so sharp that it cut the rope with one blow.

The woman fell to the ground immediately, screamed "Ouch", and coughed while clutching her neck in pain.Xia Chun jumped down from the tree, and immediately ran to the forest to look around, but the child had long since disappeared.

Frowning, he put the knife back into the boot, returned to the woman, leaned over with his hands on his knees and said to her, "How are you, are you okay?"

The woman was a young girl, pretty and pretty, she coughed until tears flowed out, and she looked very pitiful.She opened her tearful eyes, and was immediately frightened by the bearded savage, and stepped back repeatedly with her hands on the ground.

Xia Chun comforted her with a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you. What's your name?"

He has a very nice voice, calming like a tranquilizer.Seeing that he didn't seem to be malicious, the girl calmed down a little and said, "My name is Mengmeng."

"Hi Mengmeng, I'm Xiajun." Xiajun suffered from an occupational disease, and the standard rescue procedure was the first to build trust with the suicidal person, took out the water bottle and unscrewed it and handed it to Mengmeng, "Do you need any help?" You can tell me about it, but tell me first, did the child come with you?"

Mengmeng picked up the kettle and asked blankly, "What child?"

Why did you drop your ass and lose your memory? Does your brain grow on your ass?Seeing her pitiful appearance, Xia Chun held back and said nothing, straightened up and pointed to the side: "It's the child who was standing at your feet eating crabs just now, looks like four or five years old, and looks very pretty."

Mengmeng shook her head palely and said, "I haven't seen it before. I just remember hearing a voice..."

The voice was very soft, just wafting in her ears.She didn't remember the specific content, but she was bewitched and came to this place involuntarily, and made a move that almost killed her.Thinking about it now, I suddenly feel shuddering, trembling while holding my arms.

Xia Chun examined Mengmeng's expression, and felt that she did not seem to be lying.Does that elusive little ghost have anything to do with the voice she heard?He looked around, the deep forest was dead silent, and he didn't know where the child went.