On the live stream, I committed the perfect crime

Chapter 321 The Mysterious Gao Haisheng

This luck value can't be wasted casually. If something like last time happens again, when your life is really hanging by a thread, there will be no luck value left, then you will be doomed, right?

Thinking of this, he calmed down. He immediately put away the virtual screen and walked quickly into the bathroom.

At the same time, Gao Haisheng also returned to the hotel with a gloomy face.

Even when Hu Mingyue and Gao Feihong came to knock on his door, he ignored them. Instead, he sat on the sofa with a frown and an anxious look on his face, as if he was waiting for something.

After a while, he heard a vibration, and then his cell phone rang.

Unlike the pop songs that young people are fond of nowadays, Gao Haisheng’s phone ringtone is a Sanskrit song with a strange accent.

Especially at this moment, his room was dark. The sudden sound of such a song inevitably made people feel a little nervous.

Gao Haisheng didn't have that feeling. Instead, he smiled brightly and answered the phone in a hurry.

However, before he could even open his mouth, he heard a dissatisfied scolding: "What's wrong with you? You can't even handle such a simple thing. Didn't you say before that you would make him lose face on this show? Is this how you make him lose face?"

Gao Haisheng's face felt hot, as if he had been slapped hard. "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't expect that man to be so clever. But don't worry, I have a plan. I can guarantee that he won't see the light of day tomorrow!"

"Hmph, what did I tell you before? Get his hair as quickly as possible, and then send him to hell immediately. But you refused to listen and insisted on defeating him head-on. What a naive idea! You must be thankful that he didn't sense your hostility, otherwise, with his methods, how could you have survived until now?"

"Master, I know I was wrong. From now on, I will never be so self-righteous again."

A dissatisfied snort came from the receiver, and then the call was hung up.

After taking several deep breaths, Gao Haisheng finally calmed down. He carefully opened a window in the hotel room and jumped out.

With a dull thud, he landed steadily on the ground.

Fortunately, this window faces a deep and quiet alley. Otherwise, if someone saw this incredible scene, they would probably stare out of their eyes.

After all, he had jumped from the 4th floor. If it were an ordinary person, he would have broken bones and tendons by now.

However, Gao Haisheng did not show any sign of abnormality. He moved his ankle slightly and then rushed into the alley at a rapid pace.

After wandering around in several alleys for more than ten minutes, he finally arrived at the gate of an abandoned courtyard.

The night fell like a thick black cloth, tightly covering the dim room in the corner of the yard.

The room was filled with a pungent smell of herbs mixed with a stale atmosphere that made people feel cold.

After entering the house, Gao Haisheng quickly changed into a black robe and put on a strange mask, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

He slowly walked towards the center of the room, where there was a tattered table covered with strange symbols and patterns drawn in blood, emitting a chilling aura under the dim candlelight.

Gao Haisheng reached out and picked up a black pottery jar on the table. Inside the jar were some squirming insects, which made subtle noises in the darkness, as if telling unknown secrets.

He shook the clay pot gently and muttered something in a low and hoarse voice, like a curse coming from the depths of hell.

Gao Haisheng then pulled out a cloth bag from his pocket and carefully opened it. Inside were a few strands of hair, which shone with a strange luster in the dim light.

He placed the hair in a copper container and added some unknown powder and liquid. As he stirred, the container sizzled and emitted a green smoke with a foul smell.

Gao Haisheng stood up, waved his hands in the air, and chanted the spell faster and faster.

His body began to tremble slightly, as if controlled by some powerful force.

Suddenly, he shouted loudly and slammed the container in his hand to the ground. With a bang, the container shattered instantly, and green smoke quickly spread out, covering the entire room.

Shrouded in smoke, Gao Haisheng's figure became blurred. He kept uttering some strange syllables and making all kinds of weird gestures with his hands.

At this moment, he seemed to have merged with the darkness, becoming the messenger of curse, dragging someone into the abyss of endless pain.

……

at the same time.

In the steamy bathroom, water streamed down from the showerhead like a fine curtain of beads, sprinkling over Lin Feng's well-defined figure. He closed his eyes slightly, immersed in this moment of relaxation, and the day's fatigue seemed to gradually dissipate with the water.

Suddenly, an inexplicable chill ran up from the soles of his feet to his spine. Lin Feng shivered violently and his eyes opened instantly.

He thought the water temperature had cooled, so he reached out to adjust the faucet, but the water was still warm, and the chill was growing stronger like a leech.

Then, his scalp went numb, as if countless tiny insects were crawling around. Lin Feng subconsciously reached out to scratch it, but his movements suddenly froze. He felt his body was no longer under his control, and his raised hand seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, slowly falling.

His breathing became rapid, his chest heaving violently. He tried to gasp for air, but the air seemed to be sucked away, and every breath was extremely difficult.

His heart began to beat uncontrollably, the thumping sound being particularly loud, as if it was about to burst through his chest.

Lin Feng opened his mouth, but his throat seemed blocked, and not a single sound came out. His legs began to weaken, and his body slowly slid down uncontrollably, finally collapsing in the bathtub.

At this moment, the light in the bathroom suddenly flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Distorted light and shadows appeared in front of Lin Feng's eyes, as if countless strange faces were laughing and screaming.

His consciousness began to blur, and the scene before his eyes gradually became illusory. He only felt that he had fallen into a dark and boundless abyss, surrounded by endless pain and despair.

In that dim room, Gao Haisheng curled up a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, looking at the witchcraft weapon in his hand, his eyes full of pride.

He knew that the black magic he had cast had taken effect.