RPAGF Chapter 203 Go up the mountain and find ghosts
Chapter 203 Go up the mountain and find ghosts
He roared, "You have no moral integrity! How dare you interfere with other people's spells!"
After hearing this, Chen Yile smiled and said slowly, "This is a competition. How can we not interfere? You didn't say that we can't use your magic."
Chen Shihua was so angry that his face turned red and he was extremely annoyed.
He suddenly pulled out a talisman from his arms and was about to cast a spell again.
Chen Yile suddenly waved his hand and said with a smile: "Forget it, it's boring to continue competing like this. Everyone has learned different magic skills, and it's hard to say who knows what."
"Then what do you want to do?" Chen Shihua frowned, obviously confused by Chen Yile's proposal.
Chen Yile looked up at the sky, a sly look flashing in his eyes. He said calmly, "I heard there's a mass grave in the southern suburbs. It's filled with extremely gloomy energy. Do you dare to go with me tonight? Let's see who can subdue the most wandering ghosts. How about that?"
Chen Shihua was stunned for a moment, then a cold smile appeared on his lips: "Whatever, if you dare to go, why shouldn't I dare?"
"Okay." Chen Yile nodded, revealing a satisfied smile. "Then it's settled. How about you stay here with me for a while and then go to the mass grave together tonight?"
"Hmph, no need. I'll come to see you in the evening." Chen Shihua snorted coldly, turned around and left with his entourage.
When the audience in the live broadcast room saw this, the barrage of comments once again rushed: "Now it's time to watch the fun!"
"If we go to the mass grave tonight, I don't know what will happen."
"These two guys are tough guys. Tonight is going to be exciting!"
"Looking forward to the matchup tonight!"
With Chen Shihua's departure, the live broadcast room gradually returned to calm.
But the audience's expectations have been thoroughly aroused, and they all expressed their anticipation for the trip to the mass grave in the evening.
Chen Yile leaned back in his chair and yawned.
Then he said lazily to the camera: "Brothers, tonight is a big event. I need to rest for a while so that we can go to the South Suburbs Mass Graveyard for the competition in the evening." His tone was relaxed, but his face was serious.
Fans immediately flooded the screen with comments.
"Brother Chen, have a good rest! The mass grave is not an easy place!"
"Yeah, Brother Chen, be careful! Don't let us worry."
"Don't worry, Brother Chen, we are all here tonight, you are not alone!"
But passers-by who came in to watch the fun were dismissive.
"Mass graves? Who still believes in that these days?"
"He's just pretending. All these ghosts are just lies!"
Old fans immediately refuted.
"What do you newbies know? Brother Chen is a real talent. Don't leave. You'll know you were wrong tonight!"
"Don't freak out when the time comes!"
Chen Yile looked at the lively comments in the live broadcast room, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
He knew he had succeeded, and the popularity of the live broadcast reached an unprecedented level.
He turned off the live broadcast and opened the background data to see that the number of fans had exceeded six million and was still rising.
"If nothing unexpected happens tonight, the price should go up a lot more." He thought to himself with pride.
He asked his assistant Li Yaoyao to take care of his own business.
Then he crawled into bed and prepared to recharge his energy.
He slept extremely soundly and didn't wake up until around six in the afternoon.
He ate something simple.
I found that Lin Qingyao and the others who lived with me had not returned yet, but I didn't pay much attention to it.
So I started to pack my equipment for tonight.
Chen Yile carefully folded several talismans neatly and put them into a cloth bag.
He checked the magical instruments he carried with him again and made sure that everything was in the best condition before putting them all into his bag.
The sun was setting and the sky was beginning to darken.
Chen Yile set out for the mass grave in the southern suburbs. It had always been rumored to be extremely spooky, and few people dared to approach it late at night.
As the name suggests, a mass grave was originally a place where unidentified corpses were buried. It is rumored that it is filled with heavy negative energy and many resentful spirits.
As soon as Chen Yile walked into this area, the air seemed to become heavy.
The temperature around seemed to have dropped by a few degrees, and one could even feel gusts of cold wind blowing towards one's face, which made one shudder.
When he arrived at the place, he saw Chen Shihua and his junior fellow apprentice at a glance. They had actually arrived earlier than him.
The two men were standing in front of a dilapidated tombstone, and seemed to be fiddling with something in their hands.
"Why are you so anxious? Are you afraid that I will grab the initiative first?" Chen Yile walked over with a smile and teased.
Chen Shihua snorted coldly, his eyes like a torch, "Don't be so proud, I won't let you get the upper hand."
Chen Yile shrugged, stopped talking, turned around and started preparing his live broadcast equipment.
He took out a miniature camera, skillfully mounted it on his head, and broadcast live to the audience from a first-person perspective.
As soon as the live broadcast started, fans started to post comments crazily.
"Brother Chen is here! Brother Chen is the most handsome!"
"Is this place really a mass grave? It looks so eerie!"
"I feel a little cold. Is there really a ghost?"
"Don't be afraid, Brother Chen is here!"
Chen Yile looked at the screen full of comments and felt very satisfied.
He waved at the camera of his phone and said with a smile: "Good evening, everyone. It's still early. We'll start later. Let's chat with everyone first."
However, at this moment, Chen Shihua's junior brother suddenly shouted, "There's a ghost!"
This exclamation broke Chen Yile's relaxed atmosphere.
He immediately turned around and saw that Chen Shihua had already run over and was standing under a dead tree with a serious expression.
"What's going on?" Chen Yile walked over quickly, and the camera in his hand was still recording the surrounding scene.
The fans' barrage of comments immediately exploded.
"What's going on? Is there really a ghost?"
"Brother Chen, go over and take a look!"
"I just saw something floating by!"
Chen Shihua's junior brother pointed ahead, his voice trembling slightly: "There, I just saw a black shadow, it's definitely not a normal thing!"
Chen Shihua frowned, obviously unsure.
He stared at the dark woods ahead, as if trying to find some clues from them.
Chen Yile clenched the magical instrument in his hand and said to the camera: "My dear fans, I'll go over and take a look first."
After he finished speaking, he put his phone in his pocket, but the camera on his head kept filming.
He walked forward step by step, his steps cautiously, stepping carefully across a weed-covered cemetery. The air was filled with a smell of decay.
The barrage in the live broadcast room almost exploded.
"Brother Chen, be careful!"
"This place doesn't look right!"
"Why does the screen feel like it's getting darker and darker? Is there something wrong with the signal?"
"I seem to hear something hissing..."
Chen Yile didn't look back, his eyes fixed on the shadow of the tree in front of him.
He felt his heart beating faster and faster. This nervousness was not due to fear, but a professional sensitivity that made him realize that tonight would definitely not be peaceful.