Old Eight is a live streaming outdoor adventure host, known as Hamburger Adventure King.
In the beginning, he broadcasted explorations of restrooms, once accidentally fell inside, fortunately he was okay.
But such an encounter earned him quite a few fans.
Once he goes live, there are already tens of thousands of people watching.
"I heard this thing is pretty eerie, be careful, Old Eight!"
"There have been many appearing globally, there’s one near my ho too. But as soon as it appeared, it was blocked off by people from the global martial arts association. No idea how they got the news so fast."
"Hurry up! Old Eight, ollie give!"
The bullet comnts are very lively.
Many are people out traveling, coincidentally stuck on the highway.
Feeling truly bored, they open their phones to watch the live broadcast.
No matter how you put it, watching others go out while lying in your car is almost as fun as going out yourself.
"Old Eight, be careful!"
"This thing is really spooky!"
Many bullet comnts remind him to be cautious.
But Old Eight isn’t afraid.
Accompanying him are two n and three won.
"Isn’t it just a ruined temple? What’s mysterious about it? Today, Old Eight will take you in to see what exactly is inside this ruined temple!"
Old Eight raised his phone and walked in with his companions.
The temple is full of tower dust.
"Ugh! What a broken place! I’m coughing as soon as I co in!" Old Eight covered his mouth and nose, but couldn’t stop himself from gagging.
This is a side effect.
After falling into the restroom, ever since being rescued, he couldn’t control this.
"Filthy! What kind of place is this! Ew, my white dress got dirty! Ugh, I’m leaving!"
A female live strear looked disgusted and was the first to leave, standing at the door carefully wiping her dress.
This was bought through a socialite group with other strears, very expensive.
After today, she has to give it to her sister.
Originally she had hoped to et a few wealthy fans, but didn’t expect that fans were all stuck on the road.
"Broken thing! So dirty!" Old Eight coughed several tis, waited for the dust to clear, then saw the temple’s appearance.
"Oh! Golden! Impossible! How is this room so dirty? If it were gold, wouldn’t it be covered in dust? Besides, wouldn’t thieves have stolen it by now!" Old Eight raised his phone, aiming at the statue.
"What’s this? Is it the Three Pure Ones?"
"Brother, being uneducated is nothing to be ashad of, but showing off stupidly is your fault. This is clearly a Buddha statue, I’d guess it’s from Ulysses Beaumont!"
"Bro, you’re spouting nonsense! Look closely at what those three are holding! If it’s Buddha, could they be holding skulls? If you ask , these are likely from the monk of the River of Sands. The other two are his brothers."
Barrage keeps attacking, the number of viewers is also climbing!
There are sporadic news reports from various places, but due to global martial arts association headquarters communication, this matter soon disappears.
The temple in Gonzalez City was locked down, outsiders couldn’t get in at all.
This one in Gonzalez City, due to its location at the back of a resort hill, for so reason remains undiscovered.
Now soone is live streaming inside, instantly satisfying everyone’s curiosity.
As the link continues being shared, the number of viewers in Old Eight’s live broadcast keeps climbing!
Up to now, it’s actually reached one million!
This is more than ten tis Old Eight’s peak!
"Brothers, Old Eight is a host who doesn’t want to talk nonsense! Doesn’t matter what kind of monsters, just do it!"
Stimulated by constantly scrolling gifts, Old Eight raised his phone and strode towards the three statues.
"What is this! Why is there a string of skulls! Quite scary! But! You!" Old Eight pointed at the statue with one hand and held his phone towards the front with the other. "Can’t scare !"
Old Eight jumped forward, stood on the platform where the statues were placed.
There’s nothing else in the room, only these three statues placed on a stone platform over a ter high.
"Now let , Old Eight, touch you. What are you!" Old Eight pressed continuously with his hand.
But strangely, when he pressed hard, the gold statue actually collapsed.
What’s even more unnoticed by him was that on his way up, several invisible gold threads were snapped.
"Guys, if Old Eight sits on top, wouldn’t I also be a god! Co, hold my phone." Old Eight sat next to the three statues, handing his phone to the fellow strears.
He then made a V sign.
Just as he showed a smile, ready to take a photo for nto.
A companion suddenly sat on the ground!
The others rapidly scread and fled the temple!
"Did the statue move? Guys, am I seeing things?"
"It moved! The statue blinked! No offense! Quick upstairs, call for core values!"
"Peace, freedom, democracy..."
Old Eight, sitting on the platform, was completely unaware.
"Why run?" He reached out a hand, calling out.
"That... that statue..." The companion couldn’t bother any longer, directly dropped the phone, and fled desperately!
Just as he went out!
Bam!
The temple door closed!
Due to the phone having a stand, exactly a million people saw the next scene.
One of the statues stood up, grabbed Old Eight with one hand!
"Holy crap! It’s haunted! Guys! Ollie..." Before Old Eight could finish talking, his neck was tightly strangled!
...
"It’s bad!"
Bamboo Whitaker pushed open Itai Huntington’s office door, staggering and dropping the lollipop from his mouth.
"What’s wrong? So flustered." Itai Huntington turned his head and glanced at her.
If it were anyone else bursting into the CEO’s office like this, they’d probably be tossed out by the female martial artist at the door.
"Bamboo, is it Karen and Terry Moore bullying you?" Quella Radcliffe, dressed in work attire with short hair, sat opposite Itai Huntington holding a smile: "Don’t worry, your sister will teach them a lesson."
"No... it’s not!" Bamboo Whitaker was breathless, looking exceptionally pale!
She picked up her phone, placed it on their desk, and said in fear: "Look! In the back hills of our Gonzalez City resort, this happened..."
This video captured the entire process.
"Bad! There’s trouble!" Itai Huntington quickly stood up, picked up the black phone on the desk. "Imdiately take all martial artists, go to the hills of the villa! Now, imdiately!"
Bam!
Hung up the phone, Itai Huntington went to the coat rack at the door to put on a jacket. "Bamboo, you and Quella stay here, don’t leave no matter what."
"I must go with you." Quella Radcliffe bent down, looking into Bamboo’s eyes. "You must listen, understand!"
"Quella, if Julius Reed cos back and discovers you had an accident, she’ll kill ." Itai Huntington spoke seriously: "So you must stay."
"Are you sure she doesn’t care about you?" Quella Radcliffe walked over, pulling Itai Huntington’s hand. "You and I, sisters share fortune, together through trials, without delay, let’s go."
The two were about to leave.
A secretary ran in from outside the door.
"Chairman, sothing’s wrong! Our resort..."
"I know already, you imdiately evacuate the guests, refund three tis! Within ten minutes, I want it empty! Got it?" Itai Huntington spoke fiercely.
"Understood!" The secretary was sweating.
"Go do it!" Itai Huntington strode towards the elevator.
She had a bad premonition...
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