From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

No, I must mention it when I get back. Given his current workload, even someone with a monthly salary of 30,000 yuan may not be as tired as him.

Zhuo Yun also started to move forward. He went from an ordinary person to a non-staff member of the National Security Bureau and was free to enter and exit the bureau, but he had to register with the bald man every time.

He followed suit and walked into Meng Liu's office, turned on the computer and took a look. The job was indeed leisurely. He had only one job after two days on the job, which was to send Meng Liu to a construction site in the city to send a troublesome ghost to reincarnate.

Jian Youning came in with her phone: "Where's Meng Liu? In the store?"

Zhuo Yun looked at the computer and answered without even looking up: "Yeah, she was lazy, so she asked me to help her run the trip."

Jian Youning felt uncomfortable. The intimacy between Zhuo Yun and Meng Liu had exceeded his expectations. They stayed together almost 24 hours a day. Even couples would not be so clingy.

He paused and asked, "You and Meng Liu..."

Zhuo Yun glanced at him and said, "Just say whatever you want to say."

"Nothing." He couldn't say it, and instead said, "I'll go to the store with you later."

Incense shop.

Meng Liu started live broadcast.

She stopped working for a day yesterday and her fans are waiting anxiously.

(It’s finally aired. I’ve received a message from my ancestors in my dreams even though I’m far away in K City.)

(Do you still have the milk cake-scented candle you mentioned last time?)

(Help! Request the anchor to connect, I have an emergency, please save the child!)

Meng Liu skipped those jokes and directly connected to the life-saving line.

The camera showed a worried face of a young man, who quickly gave several rockets: "Help, anchor!"

Meng Liu frowned and said, "Don't be anxious. Speak slowly."

"My house is a newly bought second-hand house. The renovation was completed last month and I moved in two days ago. I think there is something dirty in my house!"

(Maybe he was scaring himself. The host said before that ghosts can't get close to humans so easily.)

(Don’t buy second-hand houses. People who have died there don’t even know about it. It’s better to buy a new house!)

(Even if there really are ghosts, ordinary people can’t see them. How do you know your home is unclean?)

The man went on to say, "Really? I have a gentle golden retriever. When we moved, it refused to come in. I thought it was not used to the new environment, so I sent it to a pet store for foster care."

As a result, I slept alone at home these two days, and I often heard noises in the middle of the night. When I bravely walked to the living room, everything on the table fell to the ground! The dog food I bought for the dog was also scattered all over the floor by a mysterious force. "

Meng Liu drank his milk tea slowly and said, "Point the camera towards your living room. Let me see."

"okay!"

The man decisively switched the camera's view, still saying confidently: "There's no one else at home except me. Look, I put this cup on the table and it's broken now!"

There was joy in the comments.

(If it really is a ghost, then this ghost is pretty unrefined.)

(That’s right, being a ghost doesn’t mean you have no brains, so why are you still eating dog food?)

(Could it be a relatively young ghost who is still immature?)

Meng Liu didn't say anything and let him scan every corner of the living room one by one.

"Don't worry, your family is fine."

The man's eyes widened in astonishment: "No problem? Impossible."

"Check to see if the window is open." Meng Liu cleared his throat. "Your house is on the second floor. A stray cat might have climbed up the sewer pipe in the middle of the night and made trouble."

The man didn't believe it, and asked another mysterious question: "What's the matter with the dog not coming in?"

Meng Liu: "Point the camera towards the entrance again and let me see."

The man did as he was told without hesitation because he had just moved and some unpacked luggage was piled in front of the entrance door.

"Um, move the camera a little bit, yes, right here, what's in this packaging bag? Dog snacks?" Meng Liu asked with a raised eyebrow.

She noticed a packaging bag with a dog head printed on it facing the door. As expected, it was either dog food or dog snacks.

The man picked it up and looked at it: "Yes, this is a new snack I bought for my dog."

"That's right. Your dog must be afraid of the dog photo on the bag. If you were in a new environment and there was a dummy staring at you at the door, would you dare to go in?"

(Hahahaha this is so funny, the dog would actually be scared by the fake dog on the packaging bag.)

(It turns out that there are not so many ghosts in this world.)

(The stray cat climbed in through the window along the corridor to steal food. I said you should adopt the cat.)

(If there was a surveillance camera at home, I wouldn’t be so frightened.)

After resolving a big mistake, Meng Liu sighed and received two more fans who were connected to the live broadcast.

As a result, I was just scaring myself and didn't encounter any so-called supernatural events at all.

It seems that she doesn't have to do this live broadcast. Facts have proved that there are not so many ghosts in this world. Ordinary people will only scare themselves if they know too much about the underworld. In fact, there is no need to think about it that way.

The goods have been selling fast recently. Zhuo Yun was right. The two of them simply cannot handle the manual production. It seems that they have to acquire a few production lines as soon as possible to at least balance the supply and demand.

Otherwise, she would have to watch the money but not make any money, and she wouldn't be able to concentrate during her practice at night.

After the live broadcast, she took a look at the backstage and saw that many people had sent her private messages, almost all of which were about various self-proclaimed supernatural events. However, none of the ten private messages were caused by real ghosts.

After browsing for a while, I found a piece of news.

Happy every day: Sister, please help me.

Meng Liu has a good memory and vaguely remembers that she met this child on her first day of live streaming. She was the one whose parents exchanged her life for her brother's life.

It was also good luck at that time, as the three people who were connected to the microphone all encountered serious problems.

It’s not like now, where you can hardly meet a reliable person in a day.

She didn't have that much time to keep an eye on the backstage, and basically didn't pay much attention to private messages, so she sent her phone number privately and asked the other party to call her directly if he saw it.

Zhuo Yun and Jian Youning just walked into the store.

"Boss Meng, how's business today?" Zhuo Yun leaned in and teased.

Meng Liu slapped his face away as it leaned too close to her: "Have you finished your work today? Who taught you to be so playful with your boss?"

Zhuo Yun dodged awkwardly, picked up the half bottle of mineral water on the table that she had drunk and drank it.

Jian Youning's brows were furrowed so tightly that they could pinch a mosquito to death. Although he still felt a little uncomfortable seeing Meng Liu, he had basically adjusted his mentality.

"I came here because of Wu Yuewen's matter."

"It just so happens that the reply from the underworld has also been delivered. There is no living soul of Wu Yuewen at all, so he should not be dead." Old Meng told her last night that there was no record of either A Rao or Wu Yuewen in the underworld.

Jian Youning couldn't believe it: "Impossible, I used a spell to kill him that day, no ordinary person can escape."