Horror live broadcast: I used paper to make a sky full of gods and Buddhas

Sheng Feihong stood up abruptly on the bed and looked at the bathroom with interest.

The crying had stopped abruptly and turned into a faint sob.

"It seems that Dian Wei has already succeeded."

Sheng Feihong murmured, got out of bed, turned on the light, and walked towards the bathroom.

Dian Wei's voice also came at this moment, no longer sound transmission.

"Dijun, someone caught him, but..."

"But what..."

"It's kind of weird."

Sheng Feihong chuckled: "The ghost cries in the middle of the night, it's not artificial, it's just a ghost, what's so strange about it."

Dian Wei did not speak, removed the surrounding of the bathroom, and walked out from the bathroom, carrying a small thing shrunk into a ball in his hand.

"..."

Dian Wei's usually calm face was a little stiff at the moment: "Dijun, look, this is the thing."

What is this?
Because shrunk into a ball.

So Sheng Feihong didn't recognize it directly at first sight.

but……

Why are the ears fluffy?

Not only that.

What the hell is that tail wrapped around his waist?

Sheng Feihong looked at Dian Wei.

The meaning is obvious: what is this thing?

Dian Wei spread his hands helplessly.

The meaning is equally obvious: how can I, a ghost general, know things that you, the Yin Emperor, don't even know?
"..." The corner of Sheng Feihong's mouth twitched.

"..." Dian Wei sighed helplessly.

This whole thing directly touched the blind spot of knowledge.

This thing... never seen before...

Even if I saw it, it was just clothes.

And this...

It seems to have grown on the body.

"Throw it on the ground."

Sheng Feihong spit out four words coldly.

Dian Wei didn't say anything, just copied it directly.

thump—

The sound of objects falling to the ground.

The little thing saw that he was out of control, and subconsciously wanted to slip away.

But it's a pity.

The entire room has been surrounded by ninja soldiers, leaving "it" nowhere to retreat.

"Where do you want to go?" Sheng Feihong asked with a smile.

This little thing is quite clever.

Knowing to run away at the first time, instead of being in a daze.

"I...I don't...not delicious, not at all."

She was still curled up, not daring to look outside.

The voice is very clear, it is the voice of a little girl.

Of course.

That's not the point of concern.

But those words.

Dian Wei was a little confused.

Why eat her?
Even though I have been transformed into a ghost for many years, but I have worked in the underworld for many years, but I have never eaten a person or a ghost.

Not to mention Sheng Feihong.

It's not that heavy-tasting to that point.

What the child said reminded Sheng Feihong of the discovery of Clone No. 3.

The basement kitchen...the smell of blood...the chef's contact information...

The clues are already apparent.

"Are you a ghost?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Dead in this hotel?"

"Uh-huh!"

"..."

Don't you feel tired after chatting like this?
Dian Wei also realized this, and said in a deep voice, "Can you get up and talk?"

"I... I'm afraid."

"No one will hurt you."

"That's what the man said."

"..."

Dian Wei was speechless and looked at Sheng Feihong.

Sheng Feihong's expression remained unchanged, he looked at Dian Wei, and said, "Don't worry about her for now, we will have an answer tomorrow morning."

After saying this, Sheng Feihong glanced at the time on the electronic clock beside the bed.

In the morning, 4:[-]! ! !

have to--

Another night of tossing.

"Emperor, how to deal with it?"

Dian Wei was silent for a while, and asked Sheng Feihong.

"Send me to hell?"

The corner of Sheng Feihong's mouth twitched.

Is this the act of a reckless man?

He said helplessly, "This is still a child."

Dian Wei: "..."

What does it matter?
Anyway, one is not a temporary employee of the local government, and the other is not a errand.

Sheng Feihong pondered for a moment, and said to Dian Wei: "Bring it to Ri Youshen to take care of it, and ask him about his situation by the way."

Dian Wei nodded, and picked up the little thing on the ground again.

Before she could struggle, she went to the underworld.

Sheng Feihong withdrew the ninja soldiers and lay down on the bed again.

Although you can use Yin Qi to eliminate fatigue.

But sleeping or not sleeping is still very different.

……

In the morning, at 6:[-] sharp.

Sheng Feihong opened his eyes on time.

Use Yin Qi to dispel the fatigue of the body, get out of bed, get dressed, go out, and go downstairs.

The OL lady at the front desk is no longer the girl from last night.

Not surprisingly, it should be a shift.

Clone No. 3 has not received any news yet, and it should still be under investigation.

Without staying in the hotel for too long, Sheng Feihong stepped out of the hotel and went outside.

It's already dawn.

There are more or less pedestrians on the road.

Now the south and north of Longguo, and even outside the customs, there are officials from the underworld, and there are very few large-scale ghost incidents.

Even if there is, ghost exorcists and local city gods can easily solve it.

Sheng Feihong had the habit of taking a walk in the morning, and planned to take a walk around.

However, just two steps away, he was stopped by a call.

"Excuse me... is it Sheng Feihong, Mr. Sheng?"

Sheng Feihong turned around suspiciously.

He is a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body.

Although he was only slightly fat, the white shirt on his upper body had two buttons undone.

"It's really you?!"

Before Sheng Feihong could speak, the man let out a low cry of excitement.

Then he glanced around cautiously.

He was relieved to find that no one noticed.

"who are you?"

"My humble servant is the general manager of this hotel, Wang Sihai."

Sheng Feihong shook his head when he heard the words: "Wang Sihai? I don't know him."

Wang Sihai looked attentive.

"It's normal for a big man like you not to know me."

"About your live broadcast, I have watched it."

"It's your old fan."

"Is something wrong?"

"I would like to invite Mr. Sheng to have a cup of tea. I wonder if I can honor it?"

"..."

Hotel general manager? !

The smell in the basement...

You should be able to get a lot of news from him.

Sheng Feihong had noticed Wang Sihai's tone and expression when he spoke just now.

Nothing unusual.

And dare to invite Sheng Feihong to drink tea...

Or he just doesn't know anything.

Either his psychological quality is hardcore enough.

Looking at the general manager Wang Sihai who was a little apprehensive and expectant.

Sheng Feihong pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay, lead the way."

Upon hearing this, Wang Sihai immediately showed joy, and said respectfully, "Mr. Sheng, please!"

Several security guards at the door stared blankly at the usually high-ranking general manager, and they all showed surprise.

Let the general manager be so humble, what is the background of that person?
……

Hotel top floor.

General Manager's Office.

Wang Sihai served respectfully: "Mr. Sheng, please have some tea."

Sheng Feihong took the tea and asked casually, "How long has your hotel been open?"

"It's been nearly a hundred years." A look of nostalgia appeared on Wang Sihai's face, "It's a family business, I took it from my father."

Sheng Feihong continued to ask, "Have you ever been to the kitchen?"

Wang Sihai paused with his hands, and a little unnatural expression appeared on his face...

……