Long Aotian became popular overnight after wearing a sick and weak white moonlight

"How is this going!"

In Yuyuan, Feng Ling, who was watching the live broadcast on the big projection screen, was also shocked, and immediately contacted Yu Huaijin: "I told you to find the haunted castle! I didn't ask you to bring ghosts into the castle!"

"Boss, I want to know that things will develop to this point, so I just..."

"Stop talking nonsense! What to do now!"

Feng Ling interrupted Yu Huaijin's explanation: "I'll give you an hour to find all the eminent monks, mages, Taoists, and pastors in Beijing! Use my private jet to send them to Linjiabao!"

"doing what?"

"Exorcism!"

"But--"

Yu Huaijin didn't think this would solve the problem: "Mr. Feng, we still—"

"Time is running out!"

Feng Ling interrupted Yu Huaijin again, and said to the housekeeper, "Is the plane ready?"

"Master, the plane is ready and ready to depart at any time."

"it is good."

Feng Ling grabbed the coat in the servant's hand: "Before dawn, I want all the eminent monks, mages, Taoist priests, and priests in the capital... to practice in Linjiabao!"

"President Feng, where are you going at this time?"

Yu Huaijin looked at Feng Ling in confusion.

Feng Ling straightened his collar, took the sleepy-eyed puppet cat, and said, "Go to Linjiabao!"

"Yes."

The butler nodded, and respectfully led Feng Ling to the helipad in Yuyuan's backyard.

……

……

Rumble!

When the live broadcast was about to end, the sound of a helicopter suddenly sounded over the Lin Family Fort.

The three-headed dog shook its ears.

【Owner!Owner!I hear the sound of the helicopter!It also smelled of a little mental retardation. 】

Little mentally handicapped?

Feng Ling?

Zhou Heng, who was about to say good night to the audience in the live broadcast room, raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and continued the live broadcast without changing his face: "...that's it for tonight, everyone, go to bed early. By the way, what you saw just now is The special program prepared by the local tourism office is still in the rehearsal stage and is not open to the public for the time being. If you come to travel overnight just because you watched my live broadcast, you will most likely be disappointed~”

"We are not three-year-olds, how could we do such immature things!"

"Sure enough, as I expected, it is a secret project of the local tourism office! Brother Zhou is really amazing!"

"The local area really does practical things! It's so awesome!"

"This live broadcast is really great! When will it be open to the public?"

"I want to make an appointment to be the first batch of guests! Dream back to the Southern Song Dynasty! Night tour of Linjiabao!"

……

The fans enthusiastically posted barrage, which made the atmosphere of the live broadcast room to the extreme.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhou Heng released two QR codes, which were Zhang Feng's personal account and the official account of the local tourism office: "If you want to be the first group of guests on a night tour of Linjiabao and want to know more about Linjiabao, you can follow These two numbers can obtain more and more professional intelligence knowledge."

After the words fell, the live broadcast of the night tour in Linjiabao officially ended.

Zhang Feng, who has not yet realized that the ghost baby passed through his body during the live broadcast, looked excitedly at the booming number of fans in the upper right corner: "One, ten, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand... Brother Zhou, you are too good! The live broadcast just ended , I already gained tens of thousands of fans! After the screen recording is released and the promotion of the marketing account is added, wouldn’t it be possible to gain [-] followers in one night! No wonder you were called the number one cow on Qili.com when you were on Qili.com... I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay, it's all over."

Zhou Heng smiled faintly, looked up at the sky, and said, "It's getting late, you guys pack up and go back."

"You guys? Brother Zhou, do you want to stay?"

Zhang Feng was surprised.

Zhou Feng nodded and said, "I want to stay and feel the traces of time."

"But--"

It's not clean here!

Zhang Feng looked at Zhou Heng nervously.

The slow-witted man at this moment finally vaguely felt that the real Southern Song style in the Lin Family Fort was——

Ghost city!

"—Brother Zhou, let's go back to the hotel! If you stay here in the middle of the night, even if you don't encounter ghosts, you will catch cold easily."

"Yeah yeah!"

Hu Tiancong and his team agreed.

Zhou Heng shook his head, urging them to pack up their things quickly and load them into the van.

The staff followed suit.

After exiting the Lin Family Fort, the red light emitted from the dilapidated stone window suddenly disappeared, and everything——

Rumble!

Rumble!

The staff couldn't help but think about it, and saw a helicopter hovering at low altitude above Linjiabao.

slam-la-

Ladder down.

A tall and straight man walked down the ladder.

The night wind was so strong that the windbreaker fluttered like a falcon.

Under the hazy moonlight, the man's face was handsome and handsome like a god.

"this is not--"

Because of the excessive shock, the brains of everyone in the team went down.

It took a long time to--

"Mr. Feng! It's Mr. Feng!"

"Yes! Yes! Really President Feng!"

"Why is Mr. Feng here?"

Just when everyone in the team was curious about Feng Ling's sudden appearance, Zhou Heng led the three-headed dog and walked out of the Lin Family Fort. Looking at the domineering Feng Ling in the night wind, his expression was calm and his tone was indifferent: "What are you doing here?"

"I……"

Embarrassed to admit that he was worried about Zhou Heng, Feng Ling grabbed the puppet cat in the butler's arms: "The little mentally handicapped cat suddenly wet the bed this afternoon! The pet doctor said it was a stress reaction, and it didn't feel safe without you around."

"is it?"

Zhou Heng took the puppet, tool and cat, and ran his slender and white fingers across the soft and smooth hair: "Little mentally retarded, did you suddenly wet the bed because you missed papa?"

"Meow~"

The little retarded blinked his eyes blankly.

Zhou Heng was so cute that his heart softened. He wished he could hug the little retarded man into his arms, and handed the dog leash to Feng Ling: "Let's go, take a walk with me."

"Walking here?"

Feng Ling glanced at the ghostly Lin Family Fort.

Zhou Heng: "Don't like this place?"

"Why...you don't think this place...this place..."

Feng Ling couldn't say it.

Zhou Heng raised his eyes: "Are you afraid of ghosts?"

"how is this possible!"

"then you--"

"I've been looking forward to my first date for so long, why did I choose it near the ghost castle! It's not romantic at all!"

Feng Lingyi said indignantly.

Zhou Heng: "..."

Onlookers headed by Zhang Feng and Hu Tiancong: "..."

a long time--

"Okay, let's change to a more romantic place."

Zhou Heng let go.

Feng Ling hurriedly ordered the housekeeper and the driver to find a suitable romantic place for a date.

Unexpectedly, the idol and Feng Ling are...

Zhang Feng inevitably hesitated to speak.

"Brother Zhou, I—"

"Let's go back to the hotel first! Brother Zhou, you and Mr. Feng have fun!"

While grabbing the white, Hu Tiancong decisively covered Zhang Feng's mouth, dragged him into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and galloped away.

"...Running so fast, is the rabbit reincarnated?"

Zhou Heng was speechless.

Feng Ling approached happily: "They are afraid of disturbing our relationship."

"fall in love?"

Zhou Heng raised his eyes and looked at Feng Ling unexpectedly.

Feng Ling: "Isn't it? We can—"

"You're right, contract love is also love."

Zhou Heng caressed the mentally handicapped child in his arms, and got into the helicopter with Feng Ling.

"Where are you going now?"

"Go somewhere romantic."

"Where is the romance?"

"..."

Feng Ling was questioned, so he had no choice but to say vaguely: "You will know when you get there."

"it is good."

Zhou Heng bowed his head, concentrating on teasing the mentally handicapped little boy.

The three-headed dog was upset, and stretched out its head to compete with the puppet cat.

Feng Ling who was left out in the cold: ...it's obviously Zhou Heng and I's first date, why do I feel like I'm superfluous!

……

After flying for half an hour, the pilot parked the helicopter in an open mountain.

Feng Ling took Zhou Heng off the helicopter, pointed to the flowers and plants all over the mountains and fields that complemented the sky full of stars, and said, "Do you like it?"

"here is--"

"Valley of Hundred Flowers."

Feng Ling said braggingly: "A Chinese-style garden villa area that is in the development stage."

"What do you mean?"

"The property development company solely owned by the Feng family has bought the [-]-year-old property rights of this valley, and will build several garden villas in the valley. The style is more natural, and it will be integrated with the surrounding flowers. It will do everything possible to create an idyllic dream for urbanites."

"It is the pastoral dream of those who can afford the villas here, not the pastoral dream of urbanites."

Zhou Heng corrected Feng Ling's words.

Feng Ling: "If you like, I can stop the project! The whole Baihua Valley is given to you!"

"unnecessary."

"why?"

Feng Ling was puzzled.

Taking advantage of Zhou Heng's absence, he spent the night stalking the boss's pursuit of love novels, and found that the boss's pursuit of love is nothing more than two things: 1. Sending a famous brand, giving a house, and sending romance; Solve the trouble.

He has already done everything suggested by Mr. Ba’s novel, why did he end up——

"Don't you like me?"

"what are you saying?"

Zhou Heng turned his head, his indifferent eyes fell on Feng Ling's face: "Why do you think I like you?"

"because--"

"Because of what?"

"There is no reason! Anyway, you must like me!"

Feng Ling was a little out of breath.

Reluctantly, Zhou Heng held up the puppet cat in his arms and said, "Feng Ling, you are an adult, and you can't be like a cat who can't distinguish the boundary between a cat and a human."

"——You still think that my liking for you is affected by a little mental retardation?!"

Feng Ling gritted his teeth and looked at Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng lowered his eyes: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not—"

Suddenly, Feng Ling met Zhou Heng's eyes.

Under the hazy moonlight, the pupils as transparent and bright as amethyst seem to have the magic power to see through people's hearts.

"...You say yes!"

Feng Ling spoke sullenly, feeling extremely depressed.

Seeing this, Zhou Heng thought of Feng Ling's mentally retarded thinking, and said slowly, "Actually, I really like you."

"What? Really!"

Feng Ling's eyes lit up instantly.

Zhou Heng nodded: "You look a lot like an old friend of mine."

Pretty much the same.

Zhou Heng added in his heart.

Hearing this, Feng Ling was immediately motivated to fight, and said with a smile: "Our Feng family has only three generations, and I have no blood relatives in this world! From this, it can be seen that the old person in your memory should be me! It's just that you and I have forgotten That encounter!"

"you--"

Zhou Heng was speechless again with Feng Ling's strange brain circuit comparable to that of a cat. He sighed softly and said, "Feng Ling, you have to teach the Basic Law even in your dreams."

"What a dream! I am sober!"

Feng Ling looked at Zhou Heng unhappily.

Zhou Heng didn't respond, and held up the puppet cat in front of Feng Ling——

Haw!

kissed.

Feng Ling: "Hey! You are... I... I..."

He couldn't finish talking, and his body was shaking.

At the same time, the puppet cat, which was sleeping drowsily in Zhou Heng's hands, suddenly became energetic, and the cat's claws smeared Zhou Heng's face.

Feng Ling cat!

Go online successfully!

Zhou Heng: "You also said you weren't dreaming."

"Meow meow meow! (Shut up!)"

Feng Lingmao was furious, cursing all over his mouth.

Zhou Heng raised his eyes, glanced at the drowsy human Feng Ling beside him, and then at the frisky Feng Lingmao in his hand, stretched out his hand, and flicked Feng Lingmao's forehead: "Sure enough, you are cuter when you become a cat." .”

"Meow meow meow! (Are you trying to piss me off!)"

Feng Lingmao breathed wildly at Zhou Heng, and its soft paws kept greeting Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng held the puppet cat's ribs tightly with both hands, and looked fondly at the furious Feng Lingmao: "If this is the predestined fate, I hope there will be as many such fates as possible."

"Meow meow meow meow meow meow! (Zhou Heng, you big pig's hoof!)"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

While speaking, Zhou Heng held Feng Lingmao horizontally in his arms and scratched Feng Lingmao's belly.

Feng Lingmao suddenly——

"Meow meow meow meow meow meow! (When I turn back into a human, I will...so comfortable...so cool...)"

Feng Lingmao, who was fully pleased by Zhou Heng's fingers, adjusted his posture comfortably in Zhou Heng's arms. His front paws rested on Zhou Heng's shoulders, his head rubbed against Zhou Heng's shoulders, and he purred continuously.

"Sure enough, you are a cat."

Zhou Heng smiled dotingly, and sat down on the floor with Feng Lingmao in his arms.

The human being beside him, Feng Ling, also sat down unconsciously, beside him lay a three-headed dog watching the show.

[Master, I heard that human pet cats must be sterilized after they reach one year old.Dahei sees that this cat is getting bigger and bigger, the owner should make an appointment to send it to the hospital for a click? 】

"If the pet hospital offers a half-price discount for the second one, it can send you all there."

【Master...this is...】

"Brother, let's enter the palace together."

【Owner!I just simply suggest it!I didn't... I didn't... I was talking in my sleep just now!I don't even know what I said!I went to bed! 】

The three-headed dog that was buried with his younger brother almost bowed his head decisively, put his snout on his paws, and closed his eyes tightly.

"...the next time is not an example."

Zhou Heng gave a lukewarm warning, and looked at Feng Lingmao in his arms tenderly: "It would be great if you could always be so obedient and obedient as my kitten."

"Meow? Meow meow! (Stop dreaming!)"

Feng Lingmao stretched out its paws to tease Zhou Heng's face without hesitation.

Zhou Heng easily grabbed Feng Lingmao's paw, put it near his mouth, and kissed it lightly: "Hold the paw, and grow old together."

Feng Lingmao: ...

If the world is a book, what he Feng Ling took is definitely the background board script!

Should not be!

……

……

In the morning, Feng Ling woke up amidst the fragrance of birds and flowers in Yuyuan. When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhou Heng's chin. He thought he was still Feng Ling's cat.

Knuckle hands.

When did it recover?

wrong!

It's not that the consciousness returns to the human body!

Yes--

once again—

In Zhou Heng's arms——

From a cat to a human!

It's still Dapeng Yiren's posture!

Hey!

The more he thought about it, the more unhappy Feng Ling tore off the strangled cat collar, and threw it on the ground.

Snapped!

Metal parts hit the floor with a crisp sound.

Zhou Heng opened his eyes: "Woke up so early?"

"...You're not surprised that I've changed from a cat to a human again!"

Feng Ling didn't care about wrapping the bed sheet, and looked at Zhou Heng angrily.

Zhou Heng: "It's not the first time this kind of thing has happened, so there's no need to be surprised. Besides, you made an agreement to live with me just to solve this trouble."

"..."

Feng Ling was so choked that he couldn't say a word.

Zhou Heng got up, took out the spare pajamas from the closet, and handed them to Feng Ling: "Put it on, don't freeze."

...!

Is this guy's nerves thicker than a telephone pole!

Feng Ling cursed and took the pajamas and put them on her body: "Hey! When you look at my body, you really have no idea at all!"

Zhou Heng: "It can't be said that there are none."

"Really?"

Feng Ling was overjoyed: "Quick! Tell me quickly!"

"The development is very good, but it's a pity that it's two centimeters short."

Zhou Heng said unhurriedly.

Feng Ling: "..."

The frustration of hitting the pile of cotton with a heavy fist swept through my heart again.

"...The height of 1.9 meters is so important to you?!"

"Very important."

"why?"

"No why."

Zhou Heng turned around, stood in front of the sink, and picked up the electric toothbrush.

Feng Ling, who was full of displeasure, followed behind him, looked at himself and Zhou Heng in the mirror, and couldn't help complaining: "Zhou Heng, I think I have read countless people, but I can never see what you are thinking."

"Don't read if you can't see through."

Zhou Heng only wanted to find out the cause and effect with Feng Ling, and he had no obligation to care about Feng Ling's feelings.

His casualness fell into Feng Ling's eyes, igniting the burning anger.

"—Why don't you care about me at all!"

Feng Ling was out of breath, and reached out to hug Zhou Heng from behind regardless of his pajamas being put on.

So-

Get up early and enjoy a stick of incense.

Zhou Heng: ...

The servant of the Zhou family who found Zhou Heng's puppet cat lying on the young master's bed and kindly sent the cat here: ...

Feng Ling, who was belatedly aware of it: ...

what to see!

What's so good about adult things!

Cursing, Feng Ling let go of Zhou Heng, and put on his pajama belt as if nothing had happened: "I'll go down and have breakfast first."

"it is good."

Zhou Heng calmly watched Feng Ling walk out of the room.

When passing by the servant, Feng Ling deliberately reached out to touch the little mentally handicapped.

The only underage baby at the scene let out an aggrieved "meow".

……

……

Yu Huaijin's work efficiency is one-on-one tough.

Last night, shortly after Feng Ling drove Zhou Heng away, a helicopter full of eminent monks, mages, Taoists, priests, and magic sticks from Beijing arrived at Linjiabao.

Looking at the Lin Family Fort, which was full of ghosts in the night but exuded inexplicable peace, everyone felt surprised and confused.

After hearing the news, Zhang Feng received them with the Three Treasures handed down from his family.

A group of people rushed into the Lin Family Fort.

Because of the agreement with Zhou Heng to "never harm the innocent", the harassed ghosts of Linjiabao were very polite to the uninvited people.

After some unfriendly negotiations, the ghosts and the people who were overwhelmed all the way made an agreement in three chapters:

1. Unless they are maliciously attacked, the ghosts of the Lin Family Fort will not take the initiative to harm any civilians who enter the territory of the Lin Family Fort;

2. After everyone goes back, they need to set up a plaque for the three thousand ghosts of Linjiabao to ensure that the ghosts can re-enter reincarnation within a hundred years;

3. Until entering reincarnation, all the ghosts in Linjiabao will bless the local peace and cooperate with the local tourism department to develop special tourism projects of Southern Song Dynasty Style Street.

After "successfully" solving the matter of the three thousand ghosts in Linjiabao, all the clergy left by helicopter contentedly. Before leaving, they promised to recommend Zhang Feng to join the Demon Subduing Demon Slayer Association as the honorary vice president.

Zhang Feng was overjoyed when he picked up a vice president in vain after some surprises. When he got home, he quickly called Zhou Heng and told Zhou Heng: "Brother Zhou! I have good news for you! I will be the honorary vice president of the Demon Subduing and Demon Slayer Association." President! You can travel around the world without money in the future!"

"The benefits are so good?"

"Because any organization that joins the Demon Subduing Demon Association is obliged to provide free accommodation to the vice president!"

Zhang Feng couldn't restrain the ecstasy in his heart.

Zhou Heng, who was slowly feeding the little mentally handicapped tuna meat, said slowly, "Be careful."

"why?"

Zhang Feng was puzzled.

Last night, he was able to walk gracefully on the ground of Linjiabao where three thousand ghosts were entrenched!

"The most ferocious thing in the world is not the ghost but the human heart."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Heng hung up the phone, and fed the last spoonful of fish paste into the mouth of the mentally retarded: "You have already eaten a whole can, you can't eat any more, if you eat any more, you will turn into a pig."

"Meow~"

The mentally handicapped little boy looked at Zhou Heng aggrievedly, his big sea blue eyes shone with sparkle.

Zhou Heng: "...don't even think about being cute."

"Meow woo woo~"

The little mentally retarded voice became sweeter and sweeter.

Zhou Heng: "..."

Snapped!

The sound of a can being opened.

The little mentally handicapped boy who was staring at Zhou Heng's cuteness turned the cat's head decisively, rushed to Feng Ling who was pinching a can of tuna on the sofa, and slapped Feng Ling's ankle desperately with his big tail that exploded into a squirrel.

Feng Ling: "Call me dad, and I'll give you canned food."

"Meow meow meow meow!"

The little mentally handicapped was so greedy that he erected his body, his forelimbs resting on Feng Ling's thigh, and his furry head kept pushing towards Feng Ling's arms.

Feng Ling was very proud, and while teasing the cat with canned tuna, he said to Zhou Heng flauntingly: "See, if you have canned food, you are dad."

"If you gain more weight, you can be sent to the hospital to have your eggs cut."

Zhou Heng said unhurriedly.

When Feng Ling heard this, the hand holding the canned tuna subconsciously shook, and the little mentally retarded man took the opportunity to knock down the canned tuna in his hand.

Meat paste spilled all over the floor.

The little mentally handicapped eats very happily.

Feng Ling wanted to hug it, but was hit on the wrist by its tail.

Zhou Heng: "...As expected, if there is canned food, it is dad."

Feng Ling: "..."

……

……

Like the previous live broadcast of the No. 37 adventure in Ghost House, Mengguo Live not only did not release the live recording of Linjiabao at night, but also prohibited any marketing account from publishing screenshots and short videos of Linjiabao at night in the name of copyright.

However, in the office of a mysterious institution, the recordings of the live broadcast of Lin Jiabao at night and the audio recordings of the eminent monks, Taoist priests, magic sticks, and priests who entered Lin Jiabao and the ghosts after the live broadcast ended in "three chapters of agreement" were neatly displayed. Code on the desktop.

"These records are all true!"

Behind the desk, the man with sparkling glasses came to a conclusion and ordered solemnly: "From now on, closely monitor all topics related to Zhou Heng on the Internet, and delete posts and videos at any time!"

"Then how will Zhou Heng deal with it?"

"I'll handle it myself!"

……

……

Another online treasure appraisal live broadcast is coming to an end, Zhou Heng checked the time, there are 5 minutes left.

"I'll draw another number."

"Yeah"!

There was applause in the barrage.

Zhou Heng pressed the draw button.

"640 No. 640. Please switch the signal of the [-] No. [-] applicant to the live broadcast room."

"no problem."

After a promise, the image of Applicant No. 640 in [-] appeared in the live broadcast room.

He was a man in uniform with stern eyebrows and eyes covered by a mask covering his nose and mouth. "Mr. Zhou, hello."

"Hello."

Zhou Heng smiled politely: "Can you let me see your treasure?"

"Hold on."

The man turned around and yelled a word in dialect, and immediately a uniformed youth also wearing a mask brought a box full of painted pottery fragments with wet soil.

"I'm a policeman," the man introduced himself. "When I was patrolling through the fields with my companions an hour ago, we caught two diggers. This box of painted pottery was seized from their car. I would like to ask Mr. Zhou to look it over." look."

"This one……"

"Not available?"

"These things have not been cleaned and arranged. I can barely see that they are clay pots from 500 to 1000 years ago. The specific age can only be determined after cleaning and identification. I suggest that you immediately report to the cultural relics department and let them send The archaeological team is conducting rescue excavations."

"These things are just clay pots, not necessarily—"

"There were frequent troubles in ancient times, and it is not uncommon for a hero to be buried in an unknown hill after his death."

Zhou Heng kindly reminded the police: "No matter whether its former owner is a commoner or a hero, we should cherish this precious encounter when we meet it."

"understood."

The policeman pushed the pot fragment aside.

Zhou Heng was also preparing to end the live broadcast.

At this time-

"Mr. Zhou, I want to ask you a question."

The policeman asked suddenly.

Zhou Heng took the mineral water handed over by the staff and took a sip: "What's the problem?"

The policeman narrowed his eyes: "What do you think archeology really means?"

"This……"

"Not easy to answer?"

The policeman's eyes were a little subtle.

Sensing that the visitor was not kind, Zhou Heng returned the mineral water to the staff and said seriously, "Whatever history means to us, archeology means anything to us."

"what do you mean--"

"Archaeology can communicate with the ancients through time. It is not only meaningful to the present and the future, but also to the ancients."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Heng asked the staff to cut off the signal of applicant No. 640 in [-], and formally said "goodbye" to the audience in the live broadcast room.

"At the same time next week, we will see each other."

"See you soon!"

"Brother Zhou, I will always love you!"

"Suddenly get the greatness of archeology!"

"Brother Zhou was so handsome just now!"

"I decided to major in archeology in university!"

……

The live broadcast has ended, and fans are still discussing enthusiastically.

Zhou Heng looked at the dense bullet screen on the black screen, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Hu Tiancong approached at this time, and whispered: "The IP location results are out, the guy just now is probably not a policeman."

"Not the police?"

Zhou Heng was not surprised.

Although applicant No. 640 is wearing police clothes, he does not have the integrity of a policeman. The possibility of being a real policeman is lower than the probability of buying a real antique at a roadside stall.

"Should I call the police? Impersonating a police officer is illegal!"

Hu Tiancong reminded Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng shook his head: "He's not a policeman, but he hasn't broken the law either."

"what?"

Hu Tiancong suddenly couldn't figure it out: "Why did Brother Zhou say that? Do you know him?"

"I don't know him, but I probably know his identity."

While talking, Zhou Heng took off the headset and other items: "It's getting late, everyone pack up and go home quickly."

"But--"

"Go back early and be careful on the road."

Zhou Heng urged everyone.

Everyone then waved goodbye to Zhou Heng one after another.

Hu Tiancong was the penultimate one to leave the studio.

Before going out, he looked back at Zhou Heng: "Brother Zhou, you—"

"I still have something to do."

Zhou Heng smiled at Hu Tiancong, Hu Tiancong immediately forgot what he wanted to say and the worries in his heart, and walked into the elevator happily.

Ding Dong!

As soon as the No. [-] elevator carrying Hu Tiancong left, the No. [-] elevator stopped at the floor where the live broadcast room was located.

The sliding door opens.

Out of a tall and strong man with sunglasses.

It was already late at night.

Late at night, indoors, a tall and healthy man wearing sunglasses and a black windbreaker.

No matter how you look at it, it's not normal.

Zhou Heng was very calm.

Standing at the door of the live broadcast studio, he said to the visitor: "I am Zhou Heng, who are you?"

"I'm--"

"Can you take off your sunglasses and talk? I don't like impolite visitors."

"you--"

"Take off your sunglasses."

Zhou Heng repeated it unhurriedly, exuding a force that cannot be violated.

"I……"

Suddenly, the man took off his sunglasses, revealing a majestic and upright face.

"Hello, my name is Wu Gangcheng, and I work in the Unnatural Factors Agency."

"You have psychic material, don't you?"

"how do you know--"

"Look at me, what can you see?"

"I……"

Wu Gangcheng was speechless.

He was born with a special ability to see everyone's aura, strong or weak, righteous or evil, but he couldn't see Zhou Heng's aura!

Can't see anything!

"Why is that?"

"what why?"

"As long as it is a living creature, it must have an aura, or biological magnetic field, but I can't see your aura, as if you don't have an aura!"

"The world is big, full of wonders, there are both living corpses and dead living people, isn't it?"

Zhou Heng had no intention of explaining to Wu Gangcheng the real reason why he couldn't see his aura, turned around, motioned Wu Gangcheng to enter the room, and sat down with him to talk slowly.

"What would you like to drink? Tea or coffee?"

"Aren't you going to ask me why I was looking for you late at night?"

"I can figure out that you want to come, and naturally I can also figure out your purpose of coming here."

While talking, Zhou Heng handed a bottle of sugar-free oolong to Wu Gangcheng: "You arranged the appraiser who pretended to be a policeman just now?"

"how do you know--"

"You have the same aura about you."

"You can see the aura too!"

"Ah."

"Then do you know that you have no aura?"

"know."

"Don't you think that's scary?"

"Why do you feel terrible? I haven't done anything wrong."

Zhou Heng unscrewed the mineral water and took a sip: "Tell me, are you looking for me for the Lin Family Fort or the haunted house No. 37?"

"You're so direct—"

Wu Gangcheng almost spit out the sugar-free oolong in his mouth.

Zhou Heng: "I like to make quick decisions, deal with things early and go home early to feed the cat."

"you……"

Wu Gangcheng took a deep breath: "You have such an unusual ability, why do you only want to be an ordinary adventure anchor! You should join us and contribute to the country!"

"First of all, everyone has their own aspirations, and secondly, my character is not suitable for entering the system."

Zhou Heng looked up and looked at Wu Gangcheng: "The personalities of all things can usually be simply divided into six categories: goodness, evil, chaos, lawfulness, disorder, and neutrality. They can be freely combined into nine types of personality. I belong to chaos and neutrality."

"So you refuse to join us? Be a live broadcast anchor!"

"is it not OK?"

"How can you waste your ability like this! The world needs you! You are very important to the world! You can change history!"

"It is everyone who participates in history that changes history, not a specific macho man/female from heaven," Zhou Heng said. "Besides, I am a chaotic neutral attribute, not an absolute neutral who does not participate in anything."

"what do you mean--"

Wuhan Iron and Steel became ecstatic.

Zhou Heng: "I will intervene in things that I feel necessary to intervene in."

"That's still..."

Wu Gangcheng was a little frustrated.

Zhou Heng added: "If you and your organization want my help, don't force me to do anything. Although I am chaotic and neutral, I also hate being forced, even if the person who forced me to do so is for justice."

"...You turned out to have...already..."

"As I said, I can count your arrival, and I can naturally count your purpose here."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Heng got up and gave the order to evict the guests: "It's getting late, I should go home."

"just can not--"

Wu Gangcheng tried to have a few more words with Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng shook his head and put on his coat: "If you don't go home, cats and cats will make trouble."

"...you have a lot of cats?"

"Not many, just two, but both are tricky."

Zhou Heng smiled indulgently and motioned for Wu Gangcheng to leave with him.

Wu Gangcheng knew that he was not Zhou Heng's opponent, so even though he was full of displeasure, he could only endure it, followed Zhou Heng out of the live broadcast studio, and stood in front of the No. [-] elevator——

"Mr. Zhou, you rejected me because I sent someone to make trouble in your live broadcast room?"

"I'm not a three-year-old child, how can I remember such trivial things?"

"Then why did you—"

Ding Dong!

The elevator has arrived.

The sliding door opens.

Feng Ling appeared in front of his lover, holding a three-headed dog with his left hand and a little mentally retarded boy with his right hand.

One person, one cat, one dog, a total of five pairs of eyes looked at Zhou Heng and Wu Gangcheng together.

The scene was suddenly very embarrassing.

At least, Wu Gangcheng was embarrassed.

Feng Ling's gaze made him hairy all over, and the big black dog that Feng Ling was holding was even more—

It made every cell in his body feel cold and gloomy.

He stared intently at the big black dog, and saw that the dog had three heads, two of which were looming in the black mist, and six eyes stared at him.

【what are you! 】

The three-headed monster roared threateningly.

Wu Gangcheng was so cold that his hairs stood on his head: "I...I..."

"He has something to do with me."

Zhou Heng opened his mouth, interrupting Wu Gangcheng's embarrassment, and said to Feng Ling who came to the door with a cat and dog in the middle of the night: "What are you doing here?"

"I miss you."

Feng Ling ignored Wu Gangcheng and said to Zhou Heng in a nasty way.

Zhou Heng did not make any response.

Feng Ling had a thick skin, interpreting the lack of response as acquiescence, and walked out of the elevator with the dog and the cat in his arms.

When passing by Feng Ling, Wu Gangcheng trembled again!

He found--

Feng Ling is the same as Zhou Heng!

There is no aura on my body!

……

WISCO has become an advanced elevator.

After greeting Zhou Heng, Feng Ling took Zhou Heng into the elevator, hugging the cat and leading the dog.

The not-so-spacious elevator car suddenly became extremely narrow.

The coercion of the three-headed dog made Wu Gangcheng breathless, and the enigmatic Feng Ling and Zhou Heng who had no aura made Wu Gangcheng feel even more creepy.

"...Who are you guys? Why are you...your body..."

"Legal citizen."

Zhou Heng interrupted Wu Gangcheng's words.

Feng Ling raised his eyebrows, and asked sourly, "Who is he?"

"He's none of mine."

"Then you still-"

"He's a civil servant."

Zhou Heng interrupted Feng Ling's words.

Hearing this, Feng Ling let out a muffled "hmm", and then let Zhou Heng hold the little mentally handicapped with pride: "Do you feel that it is very beautiful and cute today?"

"Take a shower?"

Zhou Heng touched the puppet cat's hair that was as smooth as cream and smelled of fragrance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I washed it myself."

"good."

Feng Ling: "...Just 'not bad'? Don't you praise me?"

"Now is not the time."

Zhou Heng lowered his head, and took a deep breath against the puppet cat's hair: "It smells so good~ Little mentally handicapped is indeed Baba's fragrant baby~"

"Meow~"

The puppet cat was so proud of its favor, it rolled over in Zhou Heng's arms, looking like a demon concubine.

Feng Ling: ...

Three-headed dog: ...

Wu Gangcheng was even more dumbfounded.

He didn't expect Zhou Heng to be a senior cat slave!

simply--

"... Mr. Zhou!"

"what's up?"

Zhou Heng raised his head and looked at it lukewarmly.