Chapter 692 Brother, Don’t Get Excited.

Soon, with a slight electric sound like the buzzing of a mosquito, a man's image appeared on the screen.

As soon as the man appeared, before Lin Yuan could open his mouth to greet him enthusiastically, he directly asked a question that surprised everyone and shocked everyone: "Do you have a haunted house here?"

His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the bottom of a deep valley, revealing a mysterious and spine-chilling breath.

Looking at his expression again, his brows were tightly knitted, and a deep ravine squeezed out between his eyebrows. His eyes revealed an eager and somewhat fanatical look, as if this question concerned his life and property, and if he couldn't find the answer, the world would collapse.

When netizens heard this question, they instantly exploded. The comment area was like a pot of boiling hot oil that was suddenly poured into a basin of cold water, "crackling" and noisy.

Someone typed a long string of terrified expressions on the screen with trembling fingers, and then attached the text: "Wow, this is too exciting. Asking this in the middle of the night is so scary! I have goose bumps!"

Someone else, in his usual teasing style, posted a barrage saying: "Is this the beginning of a supernatural adventure? The anchor should keep up with the pace. Maybe this can open up a new business for our live broadcast room. In the future, we will focus on supernatural real estate, which will definitely be a big hit!"

When Lin Yuan heard this question, he shivered involuntarily, and felt a chill rising from his spine, as if a pair of cold hands were slowly climbing up his back.

He calmed down his flustered mind, forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and responded to the camera: "Brother, this is a live broadcast of selling houses, not a live broadcast of supernatural things."

"Look, the houses here are all suitable for living and investment. They are real houses, not the haunted houses you mentioned. Did you find the wrong place?"

However, the man ignored Lin Yuan's explanation, and his expression was still like a cold, motionless rock, with no signs of loosening.

He leaned forward slightly, his body almost touching the screen, and his eyes went straight through the screen, as if with some kind of penetrating power, he wanted to penetrate Lin Yuan's eyes and see into his heart.

Then, he said firmly: "I know, but I really need a haunted house. I can buy it with money, and you can't refuse me, otherwise I will complain to your live broadcast room."

His tone was hard and cold, leaving no room for negotiation. Every word was like a heavy, cold stone, hitting every corner of the live broadcast room hard, making the atmosphere that was originally as noisy as a market drop to freezing point in an instant, and the air seemed to solidify.

Lin Yuan was shocked, and the barely maintained smile on his face froze instantly, like a frozen lake.

He really didn't expect this man to be so persistent, even threatening with complaints, which was completely beyond his expectations.

He was like an ant on a hot pot, anxiously thinking about how to deal with it. At the same time, his face was full of smiles, trying to use his smile to melt the man's frost and calm his emotions, saying: "Brother, don't get excited first."

"Let's talk calmly first. There is really no haunted house here. Why do you have to find such a house? Is there any special purpose? Tell me the bottom, maybe I can help you think of other ways."

"Look, it's the middle of the night, it's not a good thing to get anxious."

The man was silent for a while after hearing this, as if he was trapped in some long-lost memories or painful entanglements.

His eyes were a little empty, looking at a place outside the camera. After a while, he slowly opened his mouth, with a trace of fatigue and helplessness in his voice: "This is my personal reason, you don't need to know. I just ask if you can help me find such a house."

Lin Yuan frowned, secretly complaining in his heart, as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis.

He knew that he couldn't just treat this man perfunctorily. If he really pissed him off, complaining would be a small matter, but if the reputation of the live broadcast room was damaged, it would be a big trouble.

But he really didn't have such a strange house on hand. Where could he find a haunted house? He looked at the camera sincerely, his eyes full of helplessness and anxiety, his eyes slightly red, and said: "Brother, I really don't have the resources for this kind of house, but I can help you keep an eye out for it. Do you think this is okay? I have a wide network of contacts, maybe I can find a suitable one for you in two days."

"Don't worry about it, it's not worth hurting your body. Just give me a chance, okay?"

The man listened, but he was like a ignited gunpowder barrel, his emotions became more agitated, veins on his neck bulged, and he shouted loudly: "I can't wait that long, I need it now. If you don't help me, I will complain now."

At this time, his face was flushed with anger, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He looked like a beast forced into a desperate situation.

At this time, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, ready to explode at any moment.

The netizens also stopped teasing, not daring to breathe, holding their breath, staring at the screen, paying attention to the development of the matter.

Some netizens clenched their fists so nervously that their knuckles turned white; others bit their lower lips, fearing that any sound they made would break the tranquility that was as thin as ice.

Lin Yuan felt like he was trapped in a thorn bush, unable to advance or retreat, and was in a dilemma.

Dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the beads of sweat slowly slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the table.

His eyes moved back and forth between the screen and the computer desktop in a panic, trying to quickly search for a way to resolve the crisis in his mind, just like groping for a life-saving straw in the dark.

At the same time, his heart was constantly beating, worried that the man would really take action to complain, which would undoubtedly be a heavy blow to his reputation and career in live broadcasting that he had accumulated with great difficulty, and all his previous efforts might be wasted.

The man stared at the screen tightly, his eyes did not blink, and his eyes revealed a determination to never give up until he achieved his goal, as if he was pursuing not only a house, but the last straw that could redeem his soul. If he lost this opportunity, he would sink into darkness forever.

The live broadcast room was terribly quiet, and only the heavy breathing of both parties seemed to be transmitted through the screen. In this silence, every second that passed seemed particularly tormenting, as if time had been stretched into silk threads, slowly entwining everyone's heart.

In the live broadcast room, the pale light sprinkled coldly, like a layer of frost, falling on Lin Yuan's slightly tired face, outlining his deep dark circles and slightly drooping mouth corners.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

He had just finished dealing with the complicated follow-up of Li Yi's house purchase commission. His fingers were still a little sore from typing on the keyboard for a long time, and his waist and back were very stiff.

I thought I could take a breath for a while and lean back on the chair to relax my tense nerves, but I didn't expect that new problems would come one after another like ghosts, and instantly pulled him back from that moment of relaxation.

On the other side of the screen, the mysterious man's persistent and almost crazy appearance seemed like an unsolvable puzzle, making the atmosphere of the entire live broadcast room as tense as a strong bow stretched to the limit. The tight string seemed to break with a "bang" if it was touched lightly, and then triggered a chaos that was difficult to deal with like a flood.

The man's eyes revealed a desperate determination, staring at the camera, as if he wanted to penetrate the screen and force his desire into Lin Yuan's heart.

Netizens watched the man insist on buying a haunted house. Their irrepressible curiosity and the mentality of watching the fun were like a ignited gunpowder barrel, which was instantly detonated. The comment area suddenly exploded like a pot, becoming more and more noisy.

Someone was sitting in front of a computer, leaning forward, his fingers rapidly tapping on the keyboard, and a barrage of comments shot out like an arrow from a bow: "I've seen forced sales, but I've never seen forced purchases. Broadcaster, why don't you just follow his lead? Maybe you can open up a new business area, set up a special area for supernatural real estate, it's guaranteed to be popular!"

Then, someone else leaned on the sofa, holding a mobile phone, with a playful smile on his face, and followed suit, posting a barrage of comments that made people laugh and cry: "It's the middle of the night, he is so persistent, could he be a male ghost himself, otherwise why does he have to haunt a house, could he be looking for a similar person to get together and talk about ghost life?"

Lin Yuan looked at the increasingly outrageous comments on the screen, and his heart "clicked", as if his heart was grabbed by an invisible, cold hand.

He knew very well that if he allowed netizens to continue to tease like this without scruples, the live broadcast room would be in danger, and it could be ruthlessly blocked by the platform at any time for spreading superstition and other inappropriate content.

This is a catastrophe for him. His hard-earned popularity, reputation, and loyal fans will all vanish like bubbles.

Thinking of this, he straightened his back and sat up like a soldier about to go to the battlefield. His eyes, which were originally as gentle as the warm spring sun, suddenly became serious and firm, like a steel warrior guarding the position, with unquestionable majesty in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell slightly, and said loudly to the camera: "Don't make a fuss, we are a materialistic scientific society, there is no such thing as ghosts and gods."

"If you keep joking like this, the live broadcast room will be lost. By then, we will have nothing to play, and you can't even think of watching me find a house."

His voice echoed in the live broadcast room, with a bit of anxiety and earnestness.