System Rescue Cannon Fodder

Chapter 103 Ghost King Boyfriend (15)

Yan Ling had just come out of school and on her way to the hospital, she was pulled away by a killer.

Kill Matt: "You are also the one who buried our beloved Juecheng family, right?"

Yan Ling: "No."

How can you tell that she belongs to the Burial Love family? Is it from her appearance?
No way, she is definitely not!
Shamat grabbed her tightly, his chicken feather-like bangs covered his eyes, he blew on his bangs, and said: "We agreed to go to the ghost bar together, you won't be scared, and change your vest, you Do you think I don’t recognize you after changing your equipment?”

Yan Ling was tired: "I really am not."

Shamat didn't care, dragged her away and left.

"Others are still waiting in ghosts, hurry up!"

Yan Ling thought that there would be nothing wrong with the hospital during this time, so she just indulged herself and went for a while.

Yan Ling, who planned to indulge herself, ordered a cup of plain yogurt at the bar, and sat on the bar counter to watch the killers dance disco with their heads shaking.

The bartender twitched the corners of his mouth: "Miss, would you like a glass of Demon and Monster? It's a new cocktail."

"No, yogurt at the bar is already my biggest indulgence."

Bartender:
Yan Ling bit the straw in her mouth, poured out a trace of spiritual power on her fingertips, and slowly shook her fingers.

This place is a bit unusual. Although there are people dancing, there are no dancers or accompanying drinks in ordinary bars. Except for a few waiters, they are all customers.

Most of them gathered together in twos and threes, lowering their heads and discussing something.

Yan Ling listened to a few words.

It probably means that this bar is full of supernatural events recently, and they are all lovers of this field, so they came to this bar specially.

Ghost bars are famous not for their wine, but for their ghosts.

This kind of thing has never happened in this place before. Although the name sounds a bit weird, it is a serious bar.

But from the past few days, people often die in this place.

The death was very strange, there was no murder weapon, and there were no traces of the murderer.

The deceased's pupils were dilated, their faces looked frightened, and their whole bodies turned black.

Originally, several people had died, and the bar should have been closed down, but the owner of the bar was quite powerful and suppressed the matter.

Not only was the bar not closed, it became popular in some circles.

For supernatural events, there is no shortage of curious people in this world. They have enough curiosity about unknown things.

They are not afraid, because they feel that ghosts and gods do not exist, but they want to prove their existence.

There is nothing unusual about this place except that the yin energy is stronger than in other places.

This is normal, just a few people died, and those souls will linger in this place, and the Yin Qi will definitely become thicker.

Yan Ling put down her cup and stood up, planning to take a look around here.

In this bar, only Shamate and his group were dancing enthusiastically, while everyone else was discussing supernatural events.

Yan Ling shuttled among the crowd and looked around the entire bar, but found nothing.

But nothing is the biggest thing. Those few people have just died, and their souls will be very ignorant, basically without sanity, wandering in the place where they died.

But Yan Ling walked around and didn't see a single ghost. How could the soul disappear?
There are really weird things happening in this place.

Yan Ling walked to the back door of the bar. The passage to the back door was not a straight route, but a funnel shape, which seemed to be used to gather Yin energy.

Yan Ling touched the doorknob and turned it, only to find that the door was locked.

There is a keyhole on it, Yan Ling observed it for a while, thinking whether to find a wire to open it, or break it violently...

"Miss, outsiders are not allowed to enter here, please leave."

A man in a black shirt suddenly appeared and stopped her.

Yan Ling: "Isn't this the toilet? I heard a bad smell."

The man looked down at the door handle and found that it was not damaged. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The toilet is not here."

Yan Ling put down her hands and smiled: "I thought the toilet was at the back."

The man pointed to the other side: "The toilet is..."

Before he could speak, he was interrupted by a loud noise, which came from the real toilet in the bar.

The two rushed over quickly, very fast.

Yan Ling kept observing him, but when he was in a place with many people, his sight was mixed, so it was difficult to observe.

When Yan Ling arrived at the toilet, the man was nowhere to be seen.

Yan Ling squeezed into the crowd. In a toilet cubicle with the door opened, there was a man who had taken off his pants sitting on the toilet. His body was lying stiffly on the water tank, and his whole body was covered in black and blue.

He was still holding the phone in his hand, tightly gripped, with prominent veins.

His eyes were wide open, showing fear, and someone boldly stepped forward to take a breath.

"No... I'm out of breath, I'm dead!"

Yan Ling stood in the corner, waving her spiritual energy between her fingers to create a small Yang Fire Talisman, and a small ball of yellow flame rose from her fingertips.

Within two seconds, it was gone.

The yang fire talisman is used to measure yin qi, the faster the flame goes out, the heavier the yin qi here.

"I have long seen that you are not an ordinary person."

A voice suddenly appeared in Yan Ling's ear. She turned around and saw that it was the Shamat family.

Kill Matt continued: "The ones who can come to the ghost bar this time are all important members of the Buried Love. Juecheng family. From now on, you will be the eighth elder of our Buried Love family."

Yan Ling took a deep breath and said immediately, "No, no, no."

"You need it. Elders must be talented people to take on the role. I am very optimistic about you."

Just as Yan Ling wanted to run away, he was stopped by Shamat.

Sha Matt shouted: "Everyone look here, this is my burial. The eighth elder of the Juecheng family, a master of concealment, it is absolutely no problem to entrust these matters to her."

Everyone looked at them with contempt, including Yan Ling.

Kill Matt without dripping urine (low-key)?
Yan Ling raised her head and looked at the sky... The ceiling just didn't look at them. Labor and management were really not the same people as them!
Sha Matt doesn't care about everyone's eyes. Before great people become famous, they will always suffer a lot of contempt. This is God's test for them.

"Eighth Elder, how do you think this matter should be handled?"

Yan Ling asked curiously: "I am the eighth elder, then you are..."

"I am the emperor."

Yan Ling:......

"Let's make room, I brought the master here this time. If the Puyun Temple is a master, he will definitely be able to subdue these demons and goblins."

The one who spoke was a boy with a fat body, he came out, followed by a young man with a clear and kind face.

Someone in the crowd asked: "Aren't you a monk, why do you still have hair?"

The young man following behind the young man should be Master Ruowei from Puyun Temple, but he is indeed not bald, and has short black and beautiful hair.

"I've never heard of practicing with hair!"

The young man didn't respond to their argument, and there was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He took out a wooden fish from his pocket and knocked it slowly.

His lips moved slightly, and scriptures spilled out of his mouth.

This kind of scene, knocking on the wooden fish is really ridiculous. Many people come here for excitement, just for thrilling.

Exceed, they are not interested.

A big man kicked the wooden fish flying into the air and said with a fierce look: "Just say it, just pretend!"

Ruowei was not angry, he stuffed the wooden fish stick back into his bosom, still looking at him with a smile on his face.

But this kind of laughter, in the eyes of the big man, is provocation.

He punched Ruowei.

　This chapter is really letting yourself go~ This is the feeling of flying~
　　<(乛乛)>It really hurts me, put your hands on your hips for a while
　　
　
(End of this chapter)