Live ghost hunting: Boss, she raises a ghost king instead

Under the moonlit night, a woman riding a small electric donkey was chatting with something. Looking carefully, there was no one around her.

"Ke Li, did you see anything unusual just now? My demon exorcism talisman didn't work on him. Could it be that I guessed wrong? Someone else used it?"

Ke Li, who was sitting in the back seat of Jiang Buyan, looked at the scene passing by indifferently and replied: "No, it smells like a human being."

"It's really weird. No, I have to ask my uncle after this live broadcast. There have been too many strange things recently."

Ke Li nodded silently and continued to be his backdrop.

Jiang Buyan rode along the southwest without seeing Shu Yang's figure. Just when she thought she could finally get rid of Song Hefeng, a golden light suddenly flashed in front of her eyes.

This familiar golden light, the familiar glare, is that Shu Yang has not run away.

In order to protect his eyes, Jiang Buyan simply closed them and opened them again, using normal eyes.

Looking again, the sky was dark again.

"Ke Li, do you still remember the location of the golden light just now?"

It was so dazzling just now that Jiang Buyan could only remember a rough outline. She could only ask Ke Lian for the detailed location.

"Remember, follow me."

Fortunately, Ke Li was always reliable. He floated to the front of the electric car and led Jiang Buyan towards a certain place.

As we went deeper and deeper, the weeds became deeper and deeper. Jiang Buyan could only park the electric car on the side of the road, pick up his small bag and follow.

Their current location was a barren wilderness, surrounded by waist-high weeds. Except for a few dilapidated mud houses in the distance, nothing else could be seen.

"What's Shuyang doing out here in the wilderness without sleeping in the middle of the night?" Jiang Buyan asked to himself as he fiddled with the weeds around him with a wooden stick he picked up casually.

The soil underfoot was wet and soft, with many rotting grass blades accumulated. The night wind stirred up a humming sound of grass, which sent chills down one's spine.

The atmosphere has reached this point, and there is no excuse for a ghost not coming.

"Hey~"

A man's sobbing cry suddenly came from the desolate wilderness. Jiang Buyan got goosebumps when he heard it. She was using normal eyes now and could not see ghosts, so she asked Ke Li who was walking in front.

"Are there any imps here?"

"Have."

As soon as he heard about Jiang Buyan, he immediately became interested. This was inappropriate live broadcast material! She was about to put on her mask and click on the live broadcast.

Ke Li seemed to have guessed her thoughts and stopped her: "It can't be broadcast."

"Huh? Why?"

"They were all taught a lesson and hugged each other and cried."

Ke Li looked at the three little ghosts with bruises and swollen faces not far away and explained softly.

"Someone is taking action in front of us?" Jiang Buyan was confused, so he just went to see it himself.

She opened her eyes again, and there was another golden light in front of her.

Jiang Buyan endured the stinging pain and tried to look forward. There seemed to be a person walking slowly towards her in the golden light.

"Classmate Jiang? Why are you here?" Shu Yang looked at the girl with squinted eyes in surprise, his heart full of doubts.

"Shu Yang? Are you okay?" After a while, Jiang Buyan finally got used to the golden light, and then she could clearly see the face of the person in front of her.

"Am I okay? What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing serious except for a little soreness in my eyes." Jiang Buyan replied with a wry smile.

The golden light on Shu Yang's body was none other than the merit that Jiang Buyan wanted in his dreams.

Most people will have some large and small merits due to the good deeds they have done, but their brightness is far from the exaggeration of Shu Yang. Even the merits of a great philanthropist are only as bright as a desk lamp.

Shu Yang, as the name suggests, the light of his merits has almost caught up with the shining sun, making it difficult for people to look directly at him.

He doesn't know how many good things he has done in his life to accumulate so much. No, it is far from reaching this level in a lifetime. Maybe it was accumulated in several lifetimes, or maybe it was accumulated in him from generation to generation.

In addition to accumulating merit by doing good deeds yourself, others can also help accumulate merit. This is the merit of praising others.