Can You Do Some Human Work?

This thing can't be that after seeing the fate of the previous ghost, he specially changed his tactics to restrain his own ghost suppression order, right?

Qin Zheng frowned, and while following the suggested route, he wondered if there was something more useful in his storage ring.

Soon, he seemed to remember something, and suddenly took out a candle under the kid's somewhat blank gaze.

"Clap!"

The moment the candle was lit, a dark green flame sprang up, accompanied by a strange fragrance that wafted faintly, and the kid's attention was almost immediately attracted.

Seeing that the candle was indeed effective, Qin Zheng's expression became more and more dangerous.

"Hint, give me the nearest navigation to the toilet."

[This is not so good... just turn left 3 meters ahead, just drop by]

"Are you sure you're on the way?"

【really! 】

Qin Zheng curled his lips, naturally he would not believe the nonsense prompted, and walked slowly to the quiet toilet.

The kid, who didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all, was still staring straight at the candle, his little hand was so restless that he wanted to reach out to grab it, but he didn't want to let go of Qin Zheng's ear.

After some tangling, some stench soon invaded the little devil's sense of taste, and he was taken aback when he smelled it.

Before the little ghost could react, Qin Zheng flicked his hand, and the candle quickly flew across the darkness and landed in a certain direction with incomparable precision. This time, the little ghost couldn't restrain himself from rushing out.

[The kid is in place! 】

The moment the reminder sounded in his mind, Qin Zheng decisively took out his own ghost-suppressing order.

"Bang!!!"

"Ugh——"

The little devil's consciousness, which couldn't hold back, fell into the point of collapse. Qin Zheng fled from this place immediately, and ran to the position of the second painting as quickly as the wind.

Skillfully opening the cabinet, placing the picture, and locking the lock, the movements are done in one go, and the speed is so fast that there is no chance for the kid to struggle to get out of the toilet.

"Snapped!!!"

The familiar cracking sound resounded again. Not surprisingly, the little ghost also exploded into countless paints, and when it was enclosed in the oil painting, it fell into a state of crash.

It's just that when Qin Zheng went back to pick up the third oil painting, this time there were no ghosts, not even a trace of ghosts, which made Qin Zheng a little uneasy.

"Why are there no ghosts this time?"

[Maybe the host's method just now was too insane, the ghost in the third painting may not want to repeat the same mistakes]

"Why are you so cowardly?"

【...】

This is really not a question of whether to be cowardly or not. In terms of being a dog, ghosts can't stand it.

The prompt didn't say a word, but just scanned the remaining oil paintings with a little concern.

The oil paintings, which were still recovering frantically, fell into a strange state of dead silence at the moment, as if they were pretending to be dead to avoid the bad luck of entering the toilet.

If you keep shrinking like this, you will lead the way yourself, and you always feel that your performance efficiency has dropped!

The audience outside the live broadcast watched the trembling oil paintings suddenly fall silent, and their expressions became extremely subtle.

"Boss Qin's methods... are a bit cruel."

"For a while, I felt that the snail noodles in the bowl were no longer smelly, and the smell almost covered me through the screen."

"Is this the way to play in the new era?"

"Don't misunderstand, it's just that their team has more problems."

"One thing to say, indeed."

......

And Qin Zheng, who didn't know it, returned the third oil painting unimpeded all the way, and didn't even encounter any ghosts from the beginning to the end.

Staring at the location of the oil painting through the darkness, Qin Zheng sighed in disbelief——

"You guys move, I'm mentally prepared to come in, why are you all silent?"

"..."

The response to him was still deathly silence, but Qin Zhengneng could clearly feel that the resentment around him was much stronger.

When he picked up the fourth oil painting, a ghost finally couldn't help but appeared in the distance, staring at Qin Zheng's back with incomparable hatred.

Feeling the gaze locked on him, Qin Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, hugged the oil painting and ran wildly, his actions were so decisive that the ghosts were taken aback.

This kid was so arrogant just now, and now he is so cowardly that he ran away? !

The ghost didn't think too much, and just accelerated to catch up, but the moment it turned the corner——

"Bang!!!"

The heart-throbbing muffled sound crazily echoed in the darkness, and the ghost's body shot out like a cannonball and slid all the way to the positions where many oil paintings were.

Many ghosts in the oil painting silently watched this scene, forced to stretch out their bloody hands from the oil painting, and then dragged the floor to move far away.

This job... this dog thing doesn't seem to be easy to mess with!

And after Qin Zheng succeeded in one attack, he walked excitedly towards the counter where the fourth painting was located, but this time he didn't touch any locks or glass, the strange size and touch directly made him stunned In place.

"Why is it a coffin?"

[It's a disguise, normal people can only see the appearance of the counter, but it's actually a coffin, please ask the host to lie down directly holding the oil painting, and you can get a cursed thing from inside the coffin]

206. Qin Zheng - Merit Book Performance Member

"Why does the material of this thing feel a bit like bronze?"

In the darkness, Qin Zheng kept groping with one hand on the coffin mentioned by the reminder.

It's cold and cold, without any feeling of wood, and it feels like the surface of Su Zitu's bronze brick is full of textures.

[Host, please feel around, don't touch one area, the position you touch happens to be the seal point]

"Can you pick it off?"

[Those who are stuck on the coffin board, cannot be picked out]

"Then we can only pack the coffin boards together, and let Zitu use it for her to see, maybe it will be easy."

【...】

Under the twitching eyes of the prompt and the audience, the half-opened coffin board quickly disappeared from their sight.

But instead of showing signs of stopping, Qin Zheng continued to explore the rest of the area, trying to find a new bronze area.

It's just that this time he was a little disappointed. The rest of the coffin was made of wood that felt a little soft to the touch, as if it had been soaked in an unknown liquid and softened.

[Yin ghost wood, soaked in the blood of half-fierce ghosts, the coffin made of it has the effect of accumulating and strengthening ghosts]

"That is to say, this thing belongs to that ghost just now?"

Qin Zheng glanced back subconsciously. Although he still couldn't see anything, he could still faintly feel that the thing was trying to crawl back from the ground.

Not giving this guy a chance to continue harming him, Qin Zheng seized the opportunity and jumped directly into the coffin.

The moment he lay down, Qin Zheng felt as if he was lying on a strange mass of flesh and blood, and his body was full of strange tactile sensations.

"Hint, what about the cursed thing?"

[The host please press the oil painting under his body. After pressing it for 3 minutes without leaving the coffin, the ghosts in the oil painting will be sealed and in a state of death, and the cursed objects will not appear until later]

【The host should immediately cover the coffin board to resist the attack of ghosts, as long as it lasts for 3 minutes】

Before the notification tone finished, the coffin boards were tightly seamed to cover the coffin again, and an orange talisman was pasted on the outside, which was burning at an extremely slow speed.

After getting ready, the ghost finally came to the side of the coffin, looking gloomy at the tightly covered coffin boards.

After a few minutes, this dog thing is a bit too much, first killing the kid in the toilet pit, and now he is taking his own nest to sleep!

Is this what a living person should do?

What's the matter, the business of the merit book has been sluggish recently in the underworld, and this thing is busy doing business for the underworld? !

The ghost raised its fist and slammed it at its own coffin in a panic, and the next second——

"Bang!!!!"

"Hey, if you smash my coffin, you will have to pay for it!"

Ghost: "???"

Hearing the yelling from inside, the whole ghost was not well.

You can see clearly with your dog eyes wide open, who owns this coffin? ? ?

As another fist fell, as if it had stimulated Qin Zheng inside, dissatisfaction resounded again——

"I'm warning you, don't go too far! You've pushed me into a hurry, and when you kneel down, don't even think I'll forgive you!"

"Oh!"

"..."

Staring blankly at his uncontrollable knees, the ghost's thinking was in a state of shutdown, and even Qin Zheng, who was in the coffin, couldn't help but fell silent.

After pondering for two seconds, he finally opened his mouth and said——

"My high school classmates didn't kneel as neatly as you when they asked for red envelopes during the Chinese New Year. No matter how persistent you are, the coffin won't return you."

you ride a horse...

The ghost that quickly recovered its motion crazily slammed into the coffin again, and the dull heavy sound was particularly ear-piercing in the darkness.

It's just that Qin Zheng inside was not moved at all, and even taunted from time to time——

"With a little force, it's useless to smash a coffin. How dare you call yourself a ghost?"

"..."

No, are the living people already so arrogant?

Hearing Qin Zheng's lazy greeting, the ghost was lost in thought for a while, why does it feel that everything has become weird since the other party stepped into the exhibition hall?