"Gulili~"

Little Fudan looked at himself on the screen, with a confused expression on his face as he caressed the little round egg in his arms unconsciously.

"It's called Little Lucky Egg. It likes white round objects the most. It often puts oval pebbles in its abdominal bag and gives them to people it likes."

[Is Little Lucky Egg its racial name? Or is it a nickname given to it by the anchor? 】

[What kind of elf is it? It looks soft and weak, and looks easy to bully.]

[Why is it covered with gauze? Is it injured? 】

Questions from water friends came in like a tidal wave.

Yu Yang replied patiently:

"Little Lucky Egg is the racial name I gave it because when I met it, I happened to pick up a 100 yuan bill. I thought it would bring me blessing and good luck, so I called it Little Lucky Egg."

This reason is far-fetched, but it is still a reason.

He can't say that the first-level evolutionary form of the little lucky egg is a lucky egg that carries "lucky" on its lips every day.

Currently, he has never seen an elf like the Geely Egg on the Internet.

"As for its attributes, I didn't find any special attributes. It's unremarkable, ordinary, and nothing unusual. Let's just regard it as a general attribute for the time being."

"It is indeed injured. The scars on its body are probably caused by attacks by other creatures. Emergency treatment has been carried out and it is not serious."

Yu Yang didn't say much about Xiao Fu Dan's injury. He glanced at the time and changed the subject.

“It’s 10 o’clock, let’s get into today’s real live broadcast~”

In fact, Xiao Fudan's scars are most likely caused by human injuries, but as a positive elf science anchor, he will not tell the truth, which may cause friends in the live broadcast room to fight each other.

Blurring and skipping is the best way.

At this time, after 10 minutes of warm-up, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room had climbed to 10,000, setting a new high in history.

The amount of barrages can be said to be astonishing. Lines of text are flowing like a waterfall, and Yu Yang can hardly read them.

He stood up, put the little lucky egg in the bamboo basket, carried it on his back, and called Heracross to go deeper into the forest.

There is currently no clear data on the density of elves in the mountain forest. Yu Yang estimates that they are distributed the same as ordinary beasts, and they need to be actively searched and discovered.

It's not like in cartoons or games, where you can meet an elf just a few steps away.

As we go deeper into the mountain forest, the surrounding environmental sounds gradually become richer.

The sun shines in the forest and is blocked by layers of thick branches and leaves, resulting in insufficient light in the forest.

In addition, there are the chirping of insects, the chirping of birds, the sound of the leaves blowing in the breeze... and the special calls of some elves.

For a moment, an eerie and eerie atmosphere arose.

Yu Yang's expression became serious, he no longer scanned the barrages on the screen frequently, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to observing the surrounding environment.

Heracross was like a competent bodyguard, always surrounding him a few steps away. A pair of tentacles trembled from time to time, as if he was sensing changes in the environment through the tentacles.

The anchor suddenly stopped talking.

In the live broadcast room, the water friends who were still immersed in the cute appearance of the little lucky egg came to their senses one after another.

At first, like Yu Yang, I was immersed in it and discussed the elves or dangers I might encounter next.

[It feels like the light has dimmed, and I have the illusion that if I take a few more steps, I will encounter a gloomy old castle...]

[I don’t know if you have seen a movie called "The Old Corpse in the Mountain Village". It feels like you are in a movie. 】

[Do you think you will encounter a ghost-like elf? I saw it on the forum a few days ago. Recently, there have been frequent rumors of hauntings across the country. 】

…

Although Yu Yang didn't look at the phone screen.

However, some eye-catching messages that cost Huaxia coins will be automatically played by the live broadcast software.

Just like the barrage posted by the old corpse in the mountain village just now, it is an eye-catching message.

It directly reminded Yu Yang of some horrific plots, and he couldn't help but feel a chill running down his back.

Don't panic! Keep going forward. There won't be any ghosts. At most, they are some ghost-type elves.

Moreover, ghost-type elves are relatively rare, so you can never say that you will meet them whenever you meet them.

Yu Yang shook his head and continued walking forward.

Oddly enough, walking from the lawn into the forest was at least two to three hundred meters, and indeed I had not seen a single grass-type elf.

Only a few bobos jumping on the treetops flew across the sky from time to time, giving him no chance to learn more.

Passing through the lush trees, suddenly, the front suddenly opens up.

A unique terraced field in the southern mountainous area appeared in front of Yu Yang.

It's just that the terraces have accumulated silt and are overgrown with weeds. It looks like they haven't been taken care of for a long time.

At the top of the terraces stands a two-story farmhouse-built cabin.

To the west of the cabin, there is a mud path leading down the mountain.

As soon as the water friends in the live broadcast room saw the cabin, the barrage exploded again.

[Anchor, go explore in the cabin and I’ll get a guardian angel.]

1000￥, user "Lao Cai" sent a striking message:

【Enter the cabin, enter the cabin! Maybe there is a special elf?!】

In just a few dozen seconds, water friends generated virtual gifts worth thousands of yuan.

Yu Yang: "..."

He was a little hesitant.

The atmosphere was so high that the big guys in the live broadcast room bought so many gifts.

If you pretend to be dead, it's more or less unjustifiable.

Yu Yang then thought about it:

This is not some weird fantasy world. There are no old corpses or malicious ghosts at all. There is nothing not to go there.

So, he said to the water friends: "Thank you everyone for the gifts, go, go, go, the anchor will go now."

Follow the rugged muddy path to the west and soon arrive in front of the cabin.

The steps are covered with dead branches and leaves, old couplets swaying in the wind, and the wooden door with mottled paint.

The gate is only bound by a red rusty iron wire, indicating that this is an uninhabited house.

Aren't I here to look for grass elves and do some popular science? Why does it seem like things are going in another direction?

Under the influence of money, Yu Yang had such an idea in his mind, and pulled open the useless wire... to let Heracross advance.

Squeak~

The dilapidated wooden door made a harsh sound.

What you see is a small, deserted courtyard.

The yard is full of all kinds of unknown weeds.

It's a mess of greenery with no place to stay.

Suddenly, Yu Yang heard the sound of grass blades rubbing through the dense weeds in front of him.

"what?!"

Yu Yang was startled, took a few steps back, and whispered,

"Heracross, prepare for battle."

Rustling, rustling~
Chapter completed!