After Rebirth, I returned to Miaojiang to inherit my family business

Sensing Wu Rong's gaze, the little green snake shut its mouth and wagged its tail in favor.

Let the boss taste the delicious ghost first.

Just as Wu Rong was about to try his skills, he lifted his left arm with the ghost pattern, grabbed the long tongue with his left hand, and pulled the hanged ghost down. He beat the tongue back and forth like dough, dancing vigorously.

Hanged ghost: ? ? ?

When Wu Rong finally slammed it onto the ground, the hanged ghost's tongue was broken in two, and the whole ghost became dark and unstable, as if it was about to dissipate. When Wu Rong threw the ghost just now, the little green snake was slobbering aside, almost crying. Seeing that Wu Rong stopped, it took two tentative steps, its tail wagging like a flower, and when the snake spit out the letter, it slithered and ate half of its tongue like a child stealing candy.

Really fragrant.

Here, Wu Rong is still experimenting. He uses his right hand to touch the ghost, but the touch has no substance, as if he touched a cloud of cold mist. However, the left arm with the ghost pattern can catch the ghost's body. Wu Rong also pointed at the hanged ghost's body, and the hanged ghost trembled, and a black mist and **** mouth burst out of his body.

Can hurt ghosts.

But it was too inconvenient to tear the ghost with bare hands, so Wu Rong drew out the Lao Miao Dao. This seedling knife is extraordinary, **** and vicious, and as soon as it is pulled out, the hanged ghost is like a seaweed that has been burned into black charcoal and shrank again, trembling under the blade.

Ghosts are afraid of murderous weapons, especially sharp weapons that have been passed down for many generations and coexist with spirituality and fierceness. With Lao Miao Dao, Wu Rong can hurt ghosts without using his left arm.

He casually chopped off Jiegui's arm and threw it to Qingling Gu to eat. He took the knife and gestured on the neck of the hanged ghost.

The hanged ghost who was suppressed by the murder weapon and spirit gu trembled, and shed two lines of blood and tears in despair.

Boom, boom, boom.

At this moment, the crisp sound of marbles falling to the ground sounded from upstairs. It was ethereal, monotonous and clear. Accompanied by the sound of kicking, tapping, and running, it seemed like a child was playing happily. The sound came from the attic. Yin Qi is thick, like blood seeping down. The voice followed closely, as if walking along the stairs, getting closer.

Boom, boom, boom.

Boom, boom, boom.

Boom boom boom boom boom—

The sound on the stairs suddenly became more urgent, like rain hitting plantains in a line, and something clanged and rolled on the stairs. Wu Rong's heart moved and she turned around, seeing the little spider trying to drag a cocoon hundreds of times bigger than itself, rolling and crawling downstairs.

Kaka!

It rubbed its mandibles excitedly, and with a push, the white cocoon rolled to Wu Rong in front of Wu Rong. The reason for saying hundreds of times is because the little spider is too small, and the cocoon is at best the size of Wu Rong's palm. It feels hard and looks like a ceramic product.

Torn it apart, as expected. Wrapped in the cocoon is a poorly made clay doll. Her eyebrows and eyes are sketchy, her face is as red as blood, and her skin is smeared pale, like a paper doll burned for the dead. The eyebrows and eyes bent into crescent moons stared at Wu Rong faintly, with a trace of strange horror in their roughness. The mouth that was painted red was actually changing, and the smile was getting bigger and bigger until it was exaggeratedly bent to the corner of the eyes.

Snapped!

Wu Rong threw the clay doll to the ground with her backhand. It bounced twice like a small rubber ball, and just bounced into the little green snake's wide-open mouth.

Gudong.

The little green snake opened its mouth unbelievably wide, gulping down the clay doll in one gulp. Its body immediately swelled into a ball, like a snake eating an egg, comfortably and lazily forming a long strip on the floor, with its tail unscrupulously resting on the face of the hanged ghost.

The hanged ghost did not dare to move, the whole ghost wished it could turn into water and seep under the floor. After a while, the little green snake slowly crawled up in front of Wu Rong, raised its upper body and vomited out.

Wow!

The clay doll was spat out again, spinning around on the ground. Compared with just now, it was completely smaller, and the features on its face were blurred, as if it was crying. The crescent-like red mouth turned down, and the blurred face rolled to the side of the hanged ghost in horror. In the evening, the cool breeze passed through the hall, whining as if a ghost was sobbing in fear.

"whee."

Wu Rong glanced over from the corner of his eye, and the hanged ghost immediately closed his tongueless mouth, not daring to gloat.

"There are too many ghosts."

Wu Rong said indifferently: "Two are just right."

Hearing his words, the ghost doll and the hanged ghost were stunned for a moment, and in the next moment they scrambled fiercely towards the entrance, three times, five times and two viciously dug out the **** cloud under the entrance, and all of a sudden ghosts were crying, wolves howling, and the chandelier was flickering and suddenly extinguished. . The whole villa was plunged into darkness, and finally the yin energy finally appeared.

It is the most cloudy ghost in the villa, and it is also the only ghost stained with blood. Judging from the thick ghost atmosphere that is so thick that it is about to drip, it may not be long before it will go to a higher level. But the hanged ghost and the ghost doll worked together to pull out one by one holding his head and the other dragging his feet, and the black ghost was chopped up by Wu Rong just as soon as he showed his head.

Lao Miao's knife slashing at the ghost was like a hot knife cutting through butter, so smooth it was unbelievably smooth. The killed ghosts are not wasted, they get together and feed them to the green spirit Gu, and the little spiders next to them are crying greedily.

The little green snake that has eaten ghosts is smooth and smooth, as if it has just had a manicure, and each green scale is shining. The green spirit Gu only eats ghosts, while the little spider, which is also a follower Gu, can only eat bugs at present.

But this haunted house was too clean, the mosquitoes were all driven away by the thick cloudy air, and there was not even a single ration left for the little spider. After biting his fingertips, he fed the hungry little spider a drop of blood to appease him, and Wu Rong turned his head to look at the two trembling ghosts kneeling in front of him.

Hanged ghosts and ghost dolls only have yin energy on their bodies, not evil spirits. It stands to reason that it will dissipate in half a month in the safe area where the evil spirits are regularly exorcised and water is sprinkled. Why can they stay for such a long time?

Seeing that these two ghosts have strong ghost aura, it will take at least two or three years to raise them to this level, and they have to be in a heavy shade field. The blood-stained black ghosts under the porch are about to grow to the level of evil ghosts. Although this is a suburb, there are also police patrols. Why have so many ghost raisers and heavenly masters in the Public Security Bureau not noticed that there are ghosts here for so many years?

But Wu Rong didn't care about this, so he called the little green snake and flicked its chin. The human-like Qingling Gu opened its mouth obediently, and spit out six light spots. Those are the only six evil seedling ghosts left under the thunder. Wu Rong wanted to feed them directly to the Green Spirit Gu, but she realized that there was a subtle connection between these six-headed ghosts and herself.

Just like a puppet master and puppets, these six-headed ghosts are now like his servants and subordinates, willing to live and die, and loyal to death. How Wu Rong did this is unclear for the time being, so he temporarily kept the six little green snakes in reserve.

"Take them to clean up the second floor."

Hearing his order, the ghost baby was still in a daze, but the hanged ghost stood up energetically, and led the six dazed ghosts up to the second floor as if they were a housekeeper, and started to work hard. The clay doll, who was a step behind, was about to crack the clay in a hurry, feeling something chilly on its body, it looked tremblingly, and was facing a pair of cold and sinister snake eyes.

Ghost doll:! !

Qingling Gu played with the ghost doll with the tip of its tail like a spinning top, and happily vomited at Wu Rong.

"Are there any ghosts around here?"

Wu Rong understood the meaning of the green spirit Gu, looked at the ceramic doll, and saw it swaying up and down in a whirl, as if nodding. Ceramic dolls have stayed in this house for the longest time and are most familiar with the surroundings, so they are suitable for leading the way.

Qingling Gu is not picky, it will eat any ghost. Small spiders can feed mealworms bought online, but if you want it to be more toxic, you have to feed some highly poisonous insects from time to time, especially the ones bred by the yin qi of the corpse pit. Gu species are the most picky. Before hatching, they only eat the essence of yin qi except Wu Rong's blood essence, just like the ghost boy's finger bones before. In addition, Wu Rong also had to consider how to nourish the "disabled" ghost.

It is not easy to support such a big family, Wu Rong's income is not much, and it is most convenient to have wild ghosts around, and it is a little bit of savings.

Huang Mao next door called and asked Wu Rong to go to dinner. The takeaway from Huangmao Dian arrived, the table was piled with fragrant crayfish and various skewers, the beer was filled up, and the snow-white foam was about to overflow. When they heard Wu Rong came back, many younger brothers rushed over spontaneously, and the table was filled with beer.

"Give us Brother Rong a clean-up!"

Huangmao drank it in a mouthful, wiped the foam off his mouth, picked up a skewer of roasted lamb loin and ate it: "Brother Rong, let's go to Xiao Yang's house again, that kid has hidden several bottles of good wine! Let's drink beer today." That’s right, the brothers didn’t know you were coming back, so they didn’t make any preparations. Brother Leopard contacted me for the live broadcast tonight, so it’s not easy to push, I’ve wronged you.”

"Brother Rong smokes!"

The younger brother kindly lit a cigarette for him: "Brother Bao has been nagging you for a long time!"

"Why is the bar closed?"

Unexpectedly, Wu Rong asked, when he came out of the hospital today, he went to see his elder brother Liu Bao first, this is the rule in the Tao. But the bar was not open, and Liu Bao's cell phone was always busy, so he couldn't be reached.

"Who knows, the checks are very strict now. Brother Bao closed the bar two days ago, and told him to stay safe and not cause trouble recently."

The purple hair boy shrugged his shoulders, his hands were full of chili red oil, he pouted at the yellow hair, with a playful smile: "Thanks to Brother Chen for taking him in, otherwise the brothers would have nothing to eat."

"Go, go, you're the only one with poor mouth."

Huang Mao, whose real name is Chen Cheng, stuffed a chicken wing into his mouth, and smiled shyly at Wu Rong with a sulky face, and said embarrassedly: "I'm just playing around, how can Brother Rong be awesome. You see Brother Rong said that if you raise ghosts, you should raise ghosts, and it's only been a few days, and you've been trained to obey."

After finishing speaking, Huang Mao excitedly got up and opened the curtains. He and Wu Rong lived next door. Looking out of the window, he could just see the lit second floor of Wu Rong's villa. From a distance, I saw a rag floating out of nowhere, and carefully cleaned the window glass inside and out.

"Look at it, look at it, how good this ghost training is!"

"As expected of Brother Rong!"

"This ghost's training is better than even the dogs of the cops are obedient!"

The little brothers yelled in admiration, the rainbow farts were free, and when they saw Wu Rong's left arm covered with bandages under his short sleeve, their faces were full of awe and envy.

"Brother Rong, Mr. Ghost doesn't smoke incense, does he have a good temper?"

"Brother Rong will eat public meals in the future, don't forget the brothers!"

The younger brothers were noisy and the atmosphere was hot. Wu Rong was cold and indifferent, but she didn't stand out in the slightest among this group of people. With a cigarette between his fingers, he quietly watched the group of young brothers laughing and joking around, but in his eyes, they looked like they had been worn down and lifeless by life in their previous life when they were old.

When gangsters look chic and handsome, it is easy for young people to indulge in this unruly spirit, but the world is fair, and the wasted time when they are young will make them face more cruel beatings from society when they are older.

In her previous life, Wu Rong suffered from being uneducated, and took more detours than others to establish a small company, and arranged for brothers who were still willing to work seriously. The world has changed in this life, but the brothers have not. They are all ordinary people, and the situation is not much better than in the previous life. Wu Rong was strict in his management. His younger brothers didn't do drug trafficking at all, and they didn't make a lot of money. They didn't have much left over for daily food and drink, and they couldn't even afford amulets and seal instruments.

Staying in the safe zone seems to be fine, but who knows that there may be ghosts attacking the city that day. Back then, ghost raisers and celestial masters might not be able to survive, let alone mothers and younger brothers who are ordinary people. Especially now that Wu Rong is also short of money, no matter which world he is in, money is absolutely indispensable.

More money means more choices.

Looking at the various live camera equipment piled up in Huangmao's living room corner, Wu Rong had a vague idea in his mind. He drank his glass of beer slowly without saying a word. Wu Rong is such a calm person, she never speaks easily when something is going to happen.

After drinking for three rounds, the night is already deep. The patrol car outside has just passed by and announced a round of 'time is approaching, and ordinary people staying outside should go home as soon as possible'. After drinking and eating, the younger brothers left a few, and most of the rest were hiccupping and tinkering with the live broadcast stuff with Huang Mao.

"Brother Rong, are you interested in live streaming?"

Huang Mao respected Wu Rong the most, and when he asked him, he was embarrassed to rub his hands, like a child with poor grades meeting his parents: "I have nothing to show for it, I haven't done anything real, brothers Praise, in fact, it's hard to make a living."

Speaking of this, Huang Mao was a little frustrated, and unconsciously lit a cigarette and squatted on the ground: "Now the live broadcast industry has long been saturated. There are better ones in the world. You can't get a **** of a high-definition camera. The big anchors on the platform are either Those who have money or have real talents have joined the photography club. Our equipment is not good enough, and we can fool people who have never seen the world."

Huang Mao is the best at self-regulation. He cheered up within a few seconds of being down, and happily said to Wu Rong: "Brother Rong, you don't know, Brother Bao arranged for me this live broadcast. Ghost video signing. Look at this!"

He took a small box from the equipment side to Wu Rong, and carefully wiped the cover with his sleeve. When he opened it, he found a small portable shooting device like a watch inside.

"This is the equipment that Brother Leopard temporarily supports me. It's the latest **** lens on the market. Only the director of the photography agency can get it!"

As soon as Huang Mao took out the small box, Wu Rong felt a faint yin. He spread his hands, Huang Mao couldn't figure it out, but reflex obediently handed the box to Wu Rong.

This is a wooden box, the size of a palm, neither new nor old, and the wood looks ordinary. As soon as the wooden box arrived, the sound of hissing and spitting came from Wu Rong's wrist. Huang Mao was taken aback, and took a closer look, startled: "Fuck, brother Rong, when did you train a little green dragon!"

After the spirit revived, animals with spirits such as weasels, mandrills, hedgehogs, foxes, snakes, etc., were made up to be supernatural, and they could not be called by their names easily, and they all had various code names. Huang Mao specializes in supernatural live broadcasts, and has seen everything gaudy, and the little green dragon corresponds to the green snake.

"Brother, you Qinglong is so handsome!"

Qingling Gu's whole body is as jadeite as the best jadeite, and it is just like a snake pattern jadeite bracelet wrapped around Wu Rong's wrist, it is extremely beautiful. It hissed and spat out the letter, and looked in the direction of the wooden box. The feeling of intimacy and comfort spread to the bottom of Wu Rong's heart—the original parasitic place of the Qing Ling Gu was carved out of a hundred-year-old locust tree in the cemetery, and after marrying the Gu, the witch gave it to Wu Rong.

The locust tree is best for raising ghosts and spirits, with strong yin energy, it is most suitable for raising spirits.

The reason why the little green snake reacted to the wooden box was because it was also a locust wood box. The year is not too low. It's just been specially treated, the Yin Qi is restrained, and ordinary people can't feel it.

"Where to live broadcast."

Huangmao reacted a little slower: "Ah? Today?"

"Go to Highway 9 today!"

The purple-haired boy cheerfully interjected: "I heard that half a month ago some night runners ran into a ghost there. Brother Chen went to try his luck."

"Go, go, what is luck!"

Huangmao is the most clever, and he is used to observing words and expressions: "Brother Rong, are you interested?"

"Um."

Wu Rong was noncommittal.

"That's a good relationship, cheer up, let's invite Brother Rong to palm the eyes today!"

Huang Mao happily patted his thigh and raised his hand to look at his watch: "We'll be leaving in two hours!"

There is a curfew in Yangjiaping, the strictest midnight, and it will be relaxed after a little bit. This is a suburban area, and there are fewer patrol cars. If you are careful, you can get out. At first glance, Huang Mao has rich experience in killing, and he is very experienced in directing his companions to pack their things.

"Brother Chen, the black dog blood is out of stock, so we only have some ghost symbols left."

The honest and honest green hair turned upside down: "Why don't you bring those two big roosters with you?"

"What kind of chicken and black dog are you bringing? Who are you going to blame? You don't even look at me!"

Huang Mao hated iron for being weak and taught Green Mao a lesson: "Didn't you see Brother Rong following this time? With Brother Rong covering us, who are we afraid of!"

Lu Mao has a good temper, and he doesn't get angry when his head is slapped, and he smiles naively. A few gangsters who dared to fight were like big boys in front of Wu Rong, laughing and packing the props into Huangmao's second-hand van. Before departure, Wu Rong went back to the villa and took the ghost doll with her. He got into the van with the little spider and the green spirit Gu who were very excited when he heard about going out to hunt wild food.

Highway No. 9 is not far from the villa area, and it used to be prosperous here, but a few years ago, a ghost tide broke through the safe zone and turned this place into a dead zone. Although it was regained by humans later, it has not been developed because of the heavy cloudiness. There are only a few scattered factories, and it looks quite desolate in the middle of the night. Anyone with a brain would probably not come here for a night run in the middle of the night.

The yellow hair made a big show of it, and even made a special sports suit for the green hair, and wanted to make a live broadcast preview.

"Brother Rong, we were quite boring at the beginning. If you feel bored, you can just wander around and leave us alone."

Huang Mao changed into a punk leather jacket, painted black eye shadow like a panda, and stood in front of the camera with his yellow hair **** in a knot. He looked like a ghost.

"Hello everyone, welcome to Huangmao to show you the world! What is going on with running at night and encountering ghosts? I believe everyone is familiar with encountering ghosts, but what is going on when running at night and encountering ghosts? Let Huang Let's take everyone to learn more about it together!"

They are in the middle of the intersection, so it stands to reason that they are quite attractive. But after Wu Rong stayed, he would find that he didn't even notice the ghostly aura. Seeing Huang Mao talking eloquently, he has entered a good state. Wu Rong simply left an evil seedling ghost here to stare, and walked along the road to a place with even darker lights.

Before coming here, Huang Mao showed Wu Rong a brief information about Highway No. 9. Because it was once engulfed by ghost tides, there is a lot of yin and filth, and there are some dirty things. But in fact, Wu Rong walked back and forth, and only felt that the road was clean as hell, and there was not even a bit of evil spirit left. Those ghostly spirits are like vigilant mongooses on the prairie, and they hide as quietly as chickens when they see something wrong. Except for the little spider that ate a fluttering moth, there was no harvest.

Fortunately, there is a ghost doll who leads the way.

The ceramic ghost doll is rolling like a ball to lead the way. Obviously it is very familiar with this place. Qin Qin leads Wu Rong as if he is shopping in a vegetable market. a starving ghost. When Wu Rong first arrived, his dismounting was exceptionally successful. The ghost doll was fearful and full of energy, even harder than the top ten employees, and he fed the little green snake half full in a short while. Even the Gu species were picky and picky, and tasted the little ghost with pure yin energy.

It is now a hundred years after the supernatural recovery, and the cremation of the Asian Federation has been very successful. Unless it is in a special place such as the Chongyin Land, even if the person is killed, there is a big grievance in life. Kneeling in front of the grave and firing the gun, all grievances and grievances are gone, and everything will be discussed in the next life. If there are obsessed people who want to become ghosts, the ghost breeders and celestial masters in the public security are not vegetarians.

Therefore, there are fewer and fewer people who become ghosts after death, and most of them are ghosts naturally formed by the ghostly qi in the ghost domain. It was completely unheard of for those evil seedlings to become ghosts after they died, and they all spontaneously gathered around Wu Rong to obey his orders.

After wandering around for half an hour, Wu Rong came back with a fat little green snake bracelet, and saw that Huang Mao and his party were still live broadcasting on the main road. Huang Mao was fiddling with the new live broadcast equipment in his hand, and sighed.

"Brother Chen, is this place really haunted? Fatty has already run six laps."

"I can't see ghosts in this shot, is Brother Bao making a mistake?"

"This is the latest model on the market. It is said that it is so high-definition that it can capture even a ray of Yin Qi."

Huangmao squatted on the curb impatiently and smoked. Seeing Wu Rong came back, he cheered up and went up to him: "Brother Rong, you're back!"

"How about it, is there a ghost on Highway 9!"

Wu Rong: "Yes."

Yes, but they were all a little thin, and the little green snake was not full after eating a circle. And the quality is too low, it smells like swill, Wu Rong is not even in the mood to taste it.

"Oh, if I knew it earlier, I would go with Brother Rong."

Huang Mao sighed, took out his mobile phone, and immediately resumed business when he looked at the poor live broadcast room with few people: "Old irons, it's three o'clock in the morning and everyone gets bored!"

Wu Rong also clicked into Huang Mao's live broadcast room. Huang Mao has been doing it for a long time, but there are still not many fans. In addition to the exciting gimmick of the late-night live broadcast, there are always one or two hundred people in the live broadcast room.

The scattered bullet screens are extremely harmonious.

[Stop playing tricks on the anchor, get a marketing account! 】

[It’s a crossroads in the middle of the night, why are there no ghosts, it’s boring, I’m going to sleep]

[Big cherries, Dongshan big cherries are sold at a low price, and you can get free ghost movies when you buy them! 】

[Housing management, the movie sellers are here, they are about to be banned]

[Brother Pian shoots a big rocket before leaving! 】

[Although his hair is dyed yellow and he wears Martin boots, he is full of righteousness! Look, the anchor has been live broadcasting live in the middle of the night for more than a month, and he hasn't even encountered a single ghost. Why don't you pay attention to such a positive anchor? 】

Huang Mao was not angry when he said that, he laughed and chatted with the audience. But when those bullet screens such as "Don't engage in supernatural live broadcasting, this industry requires talent, why not switch to a sand sculpture funny anchor" flew by, he smiled indifferently on the surface, and clenched his empty hands under the camera. Tight, buttoning the seams of trousers.

This world is more realistic than in peacetime, and all ordinary people have experienced at least two rounds of negation when they grow up.

'You don't have talent, you can't be a celestial master. '

‘You have no talent, you can’t be a ghost raiser. '

The situation in Huangmao's family is complicated. He ran away from home at a very young age and wandered in the streets, and happened to follow Wu Rong. He is different from other muddle-headed gangsters, he is trying his best to make a career. But the previous world was academic qualifications, this world is talent, all of which restricted him.

Reincarnation is a technical job, and the world is cruel to some people.

"Hey, if the supernatural anchor doesn't see ghosts, why not go home and sell sweet potatoes. Maybe there are a lot of lonely ghosts in the countryside."

Huang Mao was making jokes to enliven the atmosphere, when suddenly the camera device in his hand was held down, he blinked in surprise: "Brother Rong?"

The audience on the opposite side of the live broadcast also saw Wu Rong, a new face.

[! It's a little brother I haven't seen before. This face is so good that I can beat it! 】

【Why is his hair black? He didn't join Team Rainbow】

[Little brother, say something, is the anchor a newcomer to your team? 】

"Want to see a ghost?"

Wu Rong said indifferently, ignoring the barrage of bullets: [awsl! 】

[The voice is so nice! 】

[Didn't you hear the anchor call him Brother Rong? This is probably because the anchor is saying every day, 'Brother Rong is number one in the world! ’ the one (dog head)]

[Strange cp has increased! 】

[Stop bragging, if there is a ghost, grandpa will stand on his head and have diarrhea (contempt)]

Wu Rong put his hand on the lens and swung it upwards, and the photo was right on the top of Huangmao's head.

A pale face bleeding from all seven orifices, with numb and vicious eyes suddenly zoomed in on the camera.

The evil seedling ghost that Wu Rong left here dutifully crouched on the yellow-haired head to guard its face when Wu Rong raised the camera.

As expected of a high-definition lens, every abscess on the ghost's face is extremely clear, especially its hollow and dark eyes, as if it is about to drill out of the screen and appear in front of the audience. What's more, this grimace appeared suddenly without any warning, making one's scalp tingle, and bringing about a shocking and creepy feeling that was unimaginable.

The barrage cleared in an instant, leaving only the one who persevered in selling Dongshan's big cherries. After a long while, the dense barrage instantly swiped the screen.

[Fuck! Fuck! ! 】

[Ah, ah, ah, mom, I saw the real thing! 】

[Fuck me, I'm about to have a heart attack! What the **** go away! 】

[I dropped my phone! In the middle of the night, I screamed and woke up my parents! 】

"Huh? What the hell? Why don't I know?"

Wu Rong returned the live broadcast device to Huang Mao. Huang Mao was puzzled when he saw the screen flashing barrage, and his face moved closer to the screen. Startled again.

"On top of my head? There's nothing on top of my head..."

Wu Rong: "Pack up your things."

"Okay, that's the end of today's live broadcast, bye bye audience!"

Huang Mao was very obedient, regardless of the skyrocketing popularity in the live broadcast room, he immediately stopped the broadcast. Instructing the green hair and the others to clean up, the yellow hair sneaked up next to Wu Rong, rubbed his arms and whispered, "Brother Rong, is there really something unclean?"

"No ghosts."

But there are a few dogs.

Thirty-five skinny, four-legged ghosts approached quietly in the night, stinky and viscous saliva dripped from their fangs, and there were two green will-o'-the-wisps in their eyes. Their bodies are deformed and twisted, and their ghostly aura is stained with blood. Wu Rong noticed that their targets were all yellow hairs holding locust wood boxes.

The ghost dog's sinister energy was extremely strong, and the filth was about to condense into substance. Ordinary people feel that the temperature has dropped sharply and the atmosphere is abnormal. Lu Mao and the others were afraid to fold their arms and look around, unable to even move, trembling with mournful faces, looking straight at Wu Rong for help. The ghost doll in Wu Rong's pocket was so frightened that it shrank into a mud ball. The little green snake also straightened up vigilantly, as if sensing a strong enemy, rushed to the rear of the ghost dogs and hissed in warning.

The ghost dogs parted a path, and the biggest vicious dog came out from behind them. The appearance of this ghost dog is even more ferocious and terrifying. It was as tall as two people, with thin, long limbs and fluffy hair, swelling and pus all over, and maggots like rice grains wriggling on the sparse hair that swayed to and fro. Its face was corroded into a thick black hollow, and its bloodshot eyeballs rolled in the thick paste.

The other ghost dogs stared straight at the live broadcast device in Huang Mao's hand, but it was the only one who stared at Wu Rong, its eyes gradually turning blood red.

When Wu Rong pushed Huang Mao away and snatched both the live broadcast device and the locust wood box in his hand, as if he was stimulated by something, the head of the vicious dog suddenly let out a sharp and mournful roar like a baby crying, wrapped in The fishy wind rushed towards Wu Rong violently!

"go."

A black shadow was thrown from Wu Rong's hand, and the huge and vicious ghost dog roared deafeningly like "bark, bang, bang, bang", but the next moment, it suddenly turned around when it was flying into the air, and the dog held the frisbee. He bit the black shadow, and then took small steps, Dian Dian returned to Wu Rong with the black shadow in his mouth, his tail wagging like a flower.

"Wow!"