It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

Song Tang and a few others ran upstairs, but suddenly tens of millions of people poured into their live broadcast room, and the barrage of comments instantly filled the entire screen.

[Hurry up, there's something wrong upstairs! ]

[How can we still broadcast live here? Isn’t there something wrong with the signal? ]

[There's a ghost upstairs, run away, girl! ]

[Kaikai, hurry up and ignore those ungrateful people. ]

[Kaikai, protect yourself! Escape is the most important thing! ]

Naturally, several people saw these comments and realized that something must have gone wrong upstairs, so they couldn't help but slow down their pace.

As for their relationships, although they claim to be an expedition group, their relationships are indeed average.

And just like what was said in the comments, Zong Zekai actually helped Ou Qi many times, but Ou Qi had always been secretly targeting him.

While the two were hesitating, Song Tang had already run several meters ahead, followed closely by Beixing.

Nonsense, no one is safer than Master Song! She will follow him through fire and water!

Seeing that both girls had gone up, the two grown men couldn't be too timid, so they each picked up a handy tool and followed.

When he reached the second floor, Song Tang stopped when he was one step away from the room where the accident happened.

She turned around and looked at the cameramen who were running out of breath, and said calmly, "Turn off the live broadcast."

Several photographers looked at each other and wanted to ask the director for instructions, but found that they could not get in touch with him.

The strangest thing is that the camera screen has gone black since I don’t know when.

"Turn it off, it's turned off." One of the cameramen said nervously.

Song Tang nodded, took out a paper man from his pocket, and motioned Beixing to come over.

"I want to lend you a ray of Yang Qi. It will hardly have any effect on you. Is that okay?"

Although he didn't know what Song Tang was going to do with this legendary thing, Beixing still agreed.

Song Tang lightly tapped Beixing's forehead, and it seemed as if he really grabbed something between his two fingers, and then quickly stuffed it into the red paper man.

The paper man that was originally lying flat suddenly stood up and rubbed Beixing's cheek affectionately.

It jumped from Song Tang's palm, grew against the wind, and soon grew to about half a person's height.

At this time, everyone realized that the paper figure with round head, round hands and round feet was holding a Guan Gong sword. The sword was about two meters high, equivalent to the height of two paper figures!

"Go wait for me in the hall. This paper man will protect you." Song Tang gently pushed Bei Xing's back. "Remember, no matter what happens, don't leave the protection range of the paper man."

The people present were already frightened by Song Tang's trick of transforming the paper figure. They stared in amazement at the cute paper figure holding a big knife.

This thing, protect them?

"If something beyond reality happens, you must remember that everything is fake. As long as you don't believe it, nothing will happen!"

After that, he opened the door and walked in.

Beixing also reacted at this time. He was unwilling to leave Song Tang and quickly followed him in.

However, when the door was opened, there was no one inside.

It was clearly the same door, and they saw Song Tang walk in with their own eyes, but now he was gone, and they were frightened again.

While everyone was still stunned, a cameraman suddenly turned on his cell phone and started secretly recording the video.

Finally, the few people had to follow Song Tang's instructions and come to the lobby on the first floor. They wanted to go out, but they were afraid that if they encountered more difficult things, wouldn't it be a door-to-door delivery?

Several people sat together and didn't speak for a long time.

"Is it really impossible to contact the director team?" Guo Zhi asked again without giving up.

Several cameramen shook their heads.

"You said, here..." Zong Zekai hesitated to speak.

If I told him before that there are ghosts in the world, he would never believe it. But how to explain it now...

Zong Zekai glanced at the paper figure with a big horse and golden sword standing two steps away from the others.

There is such a wonderful thing in the world! A paper man that can grow big, walk, and understand human language. He saw it with his own eyes!

"What do you think?" Beixing hugged his knees and said with despair.

After confirming that ghosts do exist in the world, Guo Zhi no longer concealed the truth and told everyone about his experiences over the past few days.

Bei Xing looked at him, they were both the unlucky ones who were chosen, and comforted him: "Master Song is very powerful! The one that was pestering me was beaten away by her with a talisman. When she solves this problem, we will be fine."

"Really?" Guo Zhi had been worried for a few days and finally saw a glimmer of hope. "I hope Master Song can solve this problem quickly. I don't want to stay here anymore. This place is really too scary!"

At this moment, the paper man who had been standing still suddenly moved.

It swung its sword in the air and chopped it down again and again.

Then there was the sudden drop in temperature in the hall, and the hairs on several people's bodies stood up instantly. Even the photographer nearby couldn't help but come over and sit closely with them.

Seeing the paper man swinging the machete faster and faster, it seemed to be surrounded by something they couldn't see.

Beixing couldn't help but worry for it, fearing that its fragile body would be torn apart in an instant.

Fortunately, after fighting for a while, the paper figure was as vigorous as ever. It didn't feel tired and didn't show any damage.

Everyone gradually felt relieved. It seemed that Master Song was really something and this paper man was really reliable.

"Do you feel that the temperature seems to have risen again?" Zong Zekai wiped the sweat from his forehead.

At first, the few people didn't feel anything, but soon they could clearly feel that the temperature had indeed risen.

The previous drop in temperature was just a chill, not unbearable. But now the temperature has suddenly risen, and I soon feel like I'm being roasted!

"The paper man is injured!" Beixing shouted.

When everyone looked over, they saw that the paper man's sword had signs of being burned, and soon even its round hands and feet turned black.

If this continues, the paper figures will be burned sooner or later. Then they will be truly finished!

"Come back!" Beixing tried to call the paper man back.

The paper man actually obeyed Beixing and came back to him. Looking at the burnt paper man, Beixing felt distressed.

She hugged the paper man in her arms, and the paper man looked at her with his black eyes and didn't move. Beixing's heart softened instantly.

Now that there is no paper man to stop them, the evil spirits will definitely attack them. Beixing gritted his teeth and took out his precious little sachet, which contained a small bag of incense ash.

She took out toilet paper and divided the incense ash into several portions, even one for each photographer.

As he distributed the ashes, he explained, "This is the incense ash from the mountain temple that Song Tang worships. It is very effective. It was this incense ash that helped me ward off the evil spirits before. I am distributing it to you now. I believe we can rely on it and wait for Master Song to come back to save us."

Everyone had already witnessed Song Tang's ability and believed in Bei Xing's words without a doubt.

They immediately took it with great care, wrapped it carefully, and then put it cautiously into their pockets.

At this moment, the paper figure in Beixing's arms suddenly kicked over something.

Realizing that something was coming, everyone subconsciously wanted to get up and run.

Bei Xing grabbed one of them with one hand and shouted, "Don't run! Have you forgotten Master Song's instructions? What if they want to defeat us one by one? Who of you can guarantee that you can survive alone?"

Everyone thought about it and it made sense, so they gritted their teeth and sat back down.

Following Beixing’s example, they placed incense ashes in front of themselves, then closed their eyes and chanted softly: “Mountain God bless you, Mountain God bless you…”