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

It was late at night, deep in a certain mountainous area in Jiangzhou.

In the era when ghosts were rampant, no one lived in remote areas like this.

The mountains are overgrown with weeds and big trees with luxuriant leaves. Occasionally, a few birdsong or the roar of wild animals can be heard.

"Lao Qi is gone."

"felt it."

"Are you going out to avenge Lao Qi? Before he died, he passed the face of that human into our minds."

There were bursts of conversations coming from a cave, the voices were empty, hoarse, and sharp.

They are sworn brothers of the Dark Ghost King defeated by Sheng Feihong at the mass grave in the western suburbs.

There are seven ghost kings in total, and according to their strength, the dark ghost king can only be ranked seventh.

"I can't go out for the time being."

"Why? Don't you want to avenge Lao Qi? We are brothers who have burned the yellow paper and worshiped the master."

"The magical power has not been completed yet. If we go out now, all previous efforts will be for naught."

"In the Jiangzhou Supernatural Bureau, there isn't even an S-rank. Are we still afraid of them?"

The ghosts kept arguing, each expressing his own opinion, and no one obeyed the other.

After a while, a slightly calm voice interrupted the arguing ghosts.

"It is easy to conquer the country, but it is difficult to defend the country. Only by practicing the magic skills can we defend Jiangzhou after occupying it."

"If you treat me as your eldest brother, you will practice the last part of the exercises honestly, and then launch an attack on all human beings in Jiangzhou to avenge Lao Qi."

As soon as these words came out, the rest of the ghosts didn't argue any more, they responded one after another and entered the state of cultivation.

Silent all night.

At noon the next day, Sheng Feihong was still asleep when he heard knocks on the door downstairs.

"Dengdengdeng...dengdengdeng..."

Sheng Feihong on the bed pulled off the pillow and covered his head tightly, but the knock on the door still didn't mean to stop.

"Depend on!!!"

Sheng Feihong cursed angrily and jumped up from the bed.

"Damn! Is there any paper-making shop that does business early in the morning?"

Turning over and getting out of bed, Sheng Feihong saw three hellhounds sleeping soundly beside the bed, with three mouths drooling all over the place.

Sheng Feihong: "..."

"Dengdengdeng...dengdengdeng..."

Just as Sheng Feihong was in a daze, the disturbing knock on the door sounded again.

"What the hell, this silly dog ​​drools too much when he sleeps." Sheng Feihong muttered, sending the three-headed hell dog into the tongue-pulling hell with a single thought.

The space inside is large enough that even if the hell three-headed dog drools, it can be melted instantly.

More importantly, there are two "prisoners" in it, which can also make the three-headed dog play when it is bored.

Kill two birds with one stone, perfect!

After dealing with the matters upstairs, Sheng Feihong got dressed and went downstairs to open the door.

"Tennay's!"

"I want to see which bastard dares to knock on the door so early."

Sheng Feihong hurried to the door while yelling in a low voice.

As soon as the door opened, Sheng Feihong was startled by the scene at the door.

The national quintessence that reached his mouth was also swallowed back into his stomach.

The sun was just right at this time, and there was a girl standing at the door, at least 1 meters tall.

With a straight nose, red lips, and a pair of big Kazilan eyes, she blinked curiously at Sheng Feihong who opened the door.

This is not the main thing, the main thing is 36D, which made Sheng Feihong dizzy just after waking up.

"Xiao Sheng" also had an urge to look up.

Fortunately, Lao Zhao's voice sounded in time, preventing the embarrassing scene from happening.

"Feihong, that matter is thanks to you." Old Zhao walked out from behind the girl, and said to Sheng Feihong with a smile.

Old Zhao was in a good mood. There was an accident in the dream last night. In addition to the succubus, the mythical Night God also appeared and killed the succubus, restoring his dream state to its original state.

Thinking of the "dream" thing he had said with Sheng Feihong, Lao Zhao knew that Sheng Feihong must have made the move.

Hearing Lao Zhao's words, Sheng Feihong waved his hands and said with a smile, "It's all trivial, not worth mentioning."

Old Zhao had a stubborn temper, and when he heard Sheng Feihong's words, his face collapsed.

"Feihong, you can't say that. Maybe it's a trivial matter to you, but to me, it's a matter of life and death."

Sheng Feihong didn't speak, but turned his attention to the girl at the door again.

Seeing this, Lao Zhao smiled knowingly.

really!Still young.

"Feihong, no matter what, it's because of you old man that I can sleep soundly. To express my gratitude, I want to treat you to a meal."

Sheng Feihong nodded slightly, signaling Lao Zhao to continue.

"But when I thought about it, you, a young man, and me, a rotten old man, have nothing to eat?"

"So I brought my granddaughter here and asked her to treat you to dinner instead of me. They are all young people. You should have more topics to talk about."

"Okay, let's talk first, and the old man will leave first."

After finishing speaking, Old Zhao turned around gracefully, and walked unhurriedly towards his grain and oil store.

Sheng Feihong: "..."

Just now... what happened? !

Just when Sheng Feihong was puzzled, a melodious voice like a lark suddenly came from his ear.

"Hello, Mr. Sheng, thanks to you for my grandfather's affairs, to express my gratitude, may I treat you to a meal?"

Sheng Feihong settled down: "Uh... alright."

On the road, in the car.

"Are you Lao Zhao's granddaughter?"

"Yes."

"Why haven't I seen you before?"

"I have been studying in the capital before, and I just returned to Jiangzhou recently."

"Oh."

In the car, the two chatted without saying a word.

The girl's name is Zhao Qingya, and she is Lao Zhao's granddaughter.

but……

Sheng Feihong smiled wryly, and looked down at the latest news on his phone.

Old Zhao: "Feihong, we are old neighbors, I know who you are."

Lao Zhao: "My granddaughter graduated from a serious university. She is beautiful, has a good temper, and more importantly, is single."

Old Zhao: "I said so, you already understand?"

Sheng Feihong: "..."

This is so old...

"I saved your life, but you want me to be your grandson-in-law?"

Sheng Feihong smiled helplessly.

At this moment, Zhao Qingya suddenly asked: "I heard from Grandpa, Mr. Sheng, are you a ghost exorcist?"

Sheng Feihong was taken aback for a moment, then said, "That's right."

Although he didn't have the qualifications to enter the Supernatural Bureau, Sheng Feihong did the same work as a ghost exorcist, so he was indeed a ghost exorcist.

After all, the atmosphere in the car was silent for a moment.

Zhao Qingya seemed to have considered for a long time before making up her mind, and continued to talk to Sheng Feihong: "If that's the case, I wonder if Mr. Sheng can do me a favor?"

"Um?!"

Sheng Feihong showed surprise on his face.

"After returning to Jiangzhou, something happened to my company. After opening the door every morning, some tables, chairs and benches in the company were all placed irregularly."

"Obviously before we got off work the night before, we would arrange the tables and chairs neatly, and we would leave only after confirming that everything was correct."

"But every morning, it gets messed up."

"I asked the Supernatural Bureau to investigate, but after some investigation, they found no trace of ghost activity."

"I told my grandpa about it, and grandpa said maybe you have a way."

After listening to Zhao Qingya's words, Sheng Feihong immediately became interested.

Even the supernatural bureau couldn't find out, maybe it was some powerful character.

Once the word "powerful" is added, it proves that if this matter is resolved, Yinde will definitely not be lost.

Thinking of this, a gleam flashed in Sheng Feihong's eyes.

"If I have time, I'll take a look." Sheng Feihong said in a deep voice.

"Then I'll thank Mr. Sheng first." Seeing Sheng Feihong's answer, Zhao Qingya breathed a sigh of relief and concentrated on driving the car.