Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

[Heizi finally stopped wearing makeup this time? Oops, it's so rare. Is it because the way Xiaoxue appears is so special that you really can't fault it? 】

The black men all stopped for half a minute without answering.

In this live broadcast room, there are too many people questioning the comment.

To be honest, the black guys all know each other, and most of them are paid to do things.

The live broadcast industry is too deep, and the total number of viewers is limited. If a fortune-telling anchor becomes popular, they will have no time to watch others after watching her, resulting in a sharp decline in the income of many relatively famous metaphysics anchors.

There are also many fake masters who have been questioned by fans as not having real abilities. They have been exposed by others and have no choice but to run away in embarrassment.

Du Manzhi had no contact with them, but a relationship of hatred had been formed invisibly.

Sometimes Heizi doesn't want to embarrass himself, but this is their job of making money. Even if they feel bad or scared, they still have to bite the bullet and get to work.

In the past, when watching her live broadcast, they could pick out all kinds of weird details and plausibly say that the host was a liar.

What are you going to say this time?

Xiaoxue appeared there in an instant!

The place was empty one second, and the next second there was a female ghost with a miserable death condition!

Everyone is not blind, but you can’t tell if there are any props on site?

That blood and brain matter are absolutely real!

The clothes she was wearing were the same as those in the news photos, and even the shape of the blood stains on her coat were exactly the same!

I bumped into a real ghost!

They know very well that those who still insist on making bad comments at this time are definitely not paranoid passers-by, but just colleagues who are paid to do things!

Xiaoxue said angrily: "What are you bastards talking about? I'm really dead. Don't try to blame the anchor for me!"

Hmm...why is this so weird?

Xiaoxue felt something was wrong as soon as she said the words. She scratched her head in embarrassment and touched the sticky blood on her hand.

She had an idea and smiled darkly.

"If you don't believe that I am a ghost, then I will show you how to pick out my brains with my hands."

"..."

【Stop! 】

[I believe it, I believe it, I believe it. Sister Xue, please collect your magical powers soon]

【Watch your hands! Sister, wait for me. I’ll burn paper for you after get off work. I’ll wear this outfit all the time.]

[I never said anything bad about the anchor. I am timid. Sister Xue, please don’t hurt me by mistake. I will place an order to buy paper money now...]

In fact, no matter what was said on the barrage, Du Manzhi's mentality was stable.

What are these criticisms and questions in essence? The heat.

They like to dig into details, so they will watch her live broadcast more seriously; they appeal to strangers not to watch it, which is fake, which is equivalent to telling people to go and watch it, there is a surprise here.

Isn’t this more dedicated than real fans?

Did their suspicions affect her?

It's hard.

She is here, and her skills are here, and no one else can take them away.

Her live broadcast room can be searched on any live broadcast platform, and there is no need to worry about being blocked by the platform.

So why would she find Heizi annoying?

These people who spent their own electricity and internet bills and took the initiative to help her cheer up are so cute. Do the stupid things they say matter? Will she care?

Back to the topic, what’s more important now is to help Xiaoxue’s family solve their problems.

"Xiaoxue, calm down."

"There is hope for resurrection. Please wait for my news first."

Du Manzhi didn't say too much.

Xiaoxue was very excited.

Staring at the screen with bright eyes, she put her sticky hands behind her back, anxious to look clean and tidy so as not to be too embarrassed in front of her idol.

Du Manzhi has seen anywhere from a thousand to eight hundred ghosts. A beautiful girl like Xiaoxue who can see the standard human form already belongs to the calico cat in the ghost world. Sooner or later she will encounter a male licking ghost.

But as a new ghost who just died not long ago, Xiaoxue hasn't seen many ugly things, and her aesthetics haven't been assimilated yet.

She felt that her human form was more beautiful, but she was too shallow and didn't have the ability to change her appearance, so she looked like she did when she died.

Du Manzhi completely understood Xiaoxue's inferiority complex.

After thinking about it, she stuffed a small piece of energy stone into Fang Yu's private message box. It contained the yin energy she had stored and got it from the ghost law space.

Mrs. Yan likes to practice in that environment. It is also a Yin object, and the Yin energy there is also helpful to Xiaoxue.

Fang Yu received the self-service shopping reminder and was surprised: "There is another package to be collected, Master, this..."

Du Manzhi explained: "It's a small gift I gave to Xiaoxue. It can't make her stronger, it can only help her become beautiful."

Xiaoxue cheered excitedly, jumped up and spun around in circles, danced with the air, stood upside down on the ceiling, and expressed her happiness to the camera...

【She winked at me! so cute! 】

[I declare that this is the first idol from the underworld that I am a fan of]

【debut, debut】

[Xiaoxue is so good-looking, I don’t mind even shaking her hands in the simplest way on stage]

[To be a human being, you need to take the Qingbei exam, and to be a ghost, you still need to show off your talents. Is this the world of a top academic? (Clicking a cigarette and meditating)]

Fang Yu noticed these barrages and could roughly guess what his sister had done. He covered his mouth and sent a series of gifts to express his gratitude.

Someone advised her to calm down and not be fooled.

Her eyes were firm: "I am very calm now. This is a decision unanimously approved by our whole family. As long as Xiaoxue can come back well, we are willing to give everything we can."

Xiaoxue choked: "Sister..."

Du Manzhi nodded: "Without further delay, let's do it today."

Once alive, twice familiar, she followed the experience of summoning Fu Tingjian last time, and soon, an illusory white ancient sword appeared on the scene.

Fang Yu subconsciously protected her thin adoptive parents.

"Don't be afraid. This sword is spiritual. It won't hurt good people."

The sword spirit was very happy to be praised by her, and like Xiaoxue, he circled against the ceiling.

Xiaoxue tentatively stretched out her hand to touch it, but it cleverly avoided it, showing such a arrogant little look.

The spiritual interaction made netizens laugh out loud, urging Xiaoxue to team up with the sword to debut, and Xiaoxue never tired of teasing the sword spirit.

Du Manzhi instructed Fang Yu to write down Xiaoxue's personal information and experiences on paper.

Fang Yu hadn't held a pen for a long time, so she filled up a piece of letter paper unskilledly. The ugly handwriting made her a little embarrassed.

"Look, is this okay?"

Du Manzhi glanced at it.

"Okay, just write it."

Because she had already told Fu Ting Sword Spirit the cause and effect.

The Sword Spirit will carry Fang Yu's handwritten letter to the underworld to inquire about the situation.

What’s on the paper doesn’t matter. It's like a complaint sheet, telling the other side that someone here is waiting for the result.

Sword Spirit plunged into the desk, passed through the letter paper, and took out the letter paper when he came out.

It rushed to the camera, as if saying goodbye, its figure became fainter and fainter, and disappeared with the letter.

[Okay, okay, I’m not surprised anymore after seeing too much]

[It’s still weird after watching it a hundred times, okay? I suspect the host is a land god]

[Are you accepting a disciple? What are the requirements for accepting a disciple? 】

Du Manzhi waved his hand: "I'm just a little lucky. I'm not a god, and I don't have the ability to teach my disciples."

[Did Xiao Jianjian go to the underworld to complain?]

Du Manzhi: "Absolutely... That's not called a complaint. It's just a reminder of possible mistakes at work."

[Is this a speech with high emotional intelligence? I’m sorry.]

After chatting for a while, with a sword roar, Fu Ting Sword Spirit appeared out of thin air, without the letter paper on his body.

Du Manzhi communicated with it for a moment.

"Okay, I understand. You can go back and rest. Thank you for your hard work."

The sword spirit was obviously unhappy and stopped in place, its light flickering on and off as if in protest.

"Be good. If you don't sleep well, how will you have the energy to fight monsters next time, right?"

The sword spirit thought for a moment, but still didn't move.

Du Manzhi coaxed it like a child and made an agreement with it to read Qing Gong Baolu to it in some time.

The sword spirit pushed further and sent a thought: "I want to hear the story of your first meeting with my master!"

"Okay, okay, let me tell you."

She has told it more than a dozen times, but the sword spirit is still not tired of hearing it.

In fact, it’s pitiful to think about it.

Although she had only met the Nvqing Empress a few times, she knew exactly where the Empress was in retreat, as if there was a Dinghaishen needle standing there, giving her peace of mind at all times.

The Futing Sword has not yet given birth to a sword spirit in her hands, and although there is a sword spirit on the other side, the sword spirit is alone. No matter how many times she wakes up, she will never see her familiar master.

After sending away the muttering sword spirit, Du Manzhi looked at Fang Yu.

To be more precise, he looked at Xiaoxue behind Fang Yu:

"When Xiaoxue went home for winter vacation, did she rescue a stray calico cat?"

Fang Yu was not at home often, so she looked back at her adoptive mother: "Mom, is this happening?"

The adoptive mother shook her head and said she didn't know.

The mother and daughter placed their hopes on the only male in the family.

After a set of sign language and lip language, the adoptive father yelled twice and ran out without waiting for their reaction.

A few minutes later, he carried back a slightly dirty cotton cat nest. Because it was inconvenient to sign while holding something, the adoptive father opened his mouth with a slightly panicked expression.

"Oh! Aren't these the cotton pants that Xiaoxue had when she was a child?" the adoptive mother blurted out.

Fang Yu: "Dad, where is the calico cat?"

The adoptive father just shook his head.

Du Manzhi said slowly: "The cat is dead."

Xiaoxue was shocked: "Huh? Xuetuan...is she dead?"

The whole family was stunned.

[Ah, this, what do you mean, you are looking for a cat again, and you say the cat is dead? Then why are you asking people to look for it?]

[You all got it wrong, right... The anchor only asked if she had rescued the cat, but she didn't ask for the cat to be found...]

[I understand, Xiaoxue rescued Sanhua and named her Snow Tuan. She didn’t take her home. She only made a nest for Xuetuan with her father and raised her outside, so neither her mother nor her sister knew about it. Is that right? 】

The shock and sadness on Xiaoxue's face have not yet dissipated.

"...I picked up the snowball. It was very cold that winter. She lay in the snow and froze. At first, I thought someone had lost a deflated basketball..."

"My mother has asthma and we can't raise her at home, so we have to let Xue Tuan live behind the carport in the community."

She asked blankly: "How did Xue Tuan die? He was only four years old this year..."

Du Manzhi sighed: "Xuetuan is not an ordinary cat."

The ghost law records a kind of ghost with a gentle temper.

People call it "longevity."

This does not mean that it has a long life, but that this kind of ghost can parasitize in the body of any living creature as long as the conditions are met.

After fusion, it has everything the host body has, such as Yang Shou. So the ideal situation is that it can achieve countless new lives by constantly replacing new goals.

Moreover, the Yangshou derived from this fusion can be transferred out.

Each "long-lived" has only one chance to transfer its life span in its life.

So she saw that Xiao Xueyang was still alive.

That is the fateful bond between Xiaoxue and the calico cat.

It is the lifespan that the "longevity" in the calico cat's body voluntarily transferred to her.

……

Xiaoxue had an emotional breakdown when she heard this, and blood rushed out from the corners of her eyes. She had no tears, but she couldn't stop crying.

"Snowball, my Snowball! Why are you so stupid!"

[Anchor Anchor, what will happen after the longevity is transferred? Can't it be parasitic? How about finding a living body for it? 】

Du Manzhi shook his head: "No, how can things related to lifespan be so casual, and let one race take all the benefits? God will not agree."

[Yes, infinite parasitism is too outrageous]

[That’s outrageous, that’s a hard card bug]

[Assume that the lifespan of a calico cat is fifteen years. It has lived four years and will have eleven years in the future. Transferred to Xiaoxue for eleven years, it is zero, so the calico cat must die, right? 】

Du Manzhi: "Yes, it can only be transferred once. After one transfer, Changshou will no longer be able to transfer the parasitic target, and the body will die in a month."

She paused.

"The soul is gone."

Today is Xiaoxue’s May 7th.

In other words, five days ago was the day the snow mass completely disappeared.

[Don’t use a cat knife to kill me! ! 】

[It’s true, I cried to death]

[It’s so cruel, I thought they could meet in the form of their souls after death...]

But before, the light snow was floating everywhere, and it was hard to remember the way home.

In the world of the dead, Xiaoxue and Xuetuan are still missed.

After hearing what happened, the adoptive mother burst into tears: "It's a good cat...Old Fang, let's find it and bury it, right?"

Fang Yu wanted to mention her sister.

It seems inappropriate to mention it at this time.

Noticing that her father was standing stupidly holding the dirty cat's nest, looking at a loss, Fang Yu sighed secretly and went up to take the cat's nest.

Looking around, I planned to put it in the open space under the glass window first.

Suddenly, Fang Yu exclaimed:

"Cat paw prints! There are marks on the window sill!"

Xiaoxue floated over first to take a look.

It turned out to be a muddy mark.

She has seen it many times, it's Xue Tuan's footprints!

Snowball has been here!

Fang Yu pulled out a strong flashlight to look for clues.

Based on the analysis of the distribution of soil particles, Snowball first jumped onto the windowsill, opened the screen window, staggered in through the security fence, and left a flower in the corner of the desk.

Finally it left the way it came.

The flowers have withered and lie quietly behind the desktop, looking dark at first glance.

If you don't look carefully, no one will find it.

Fang Yu carefully picked out the dead flowers and held them cherished in his hands.

"It looks like it was taken off a few days ago."

……

[Killing crazy, hahaha, I’m not crazy]

[The anchor is so cruel, I hate you for telling us the truth...]

Fang Yu: "Master, my sister..."

She couldn't see that her sister Xiaoxue, whom she was thinking about, had blood and tears on her face at the moment, reaching out to touch the dead flower in her hand.

Du Manzhi sighed again and looked away.