The group pet, Little Hades, is pregnant with a cub

There were many fans of Qing Er in the live broadcast room, all of them were stunned, and Xing He posted more than a dozen comments in a row with trembling fingers.

[Haruji?It's you?You're back? 】

[Haruji, you can see it, can't you? 】

【Are you still there?Those news are all lies, right? ! 】

[Speak, why don't you speak? 】

The live broadcast room returned to calm, and it was not until a minute later that the gentle male voice sounded again: "I'm sorry, there is a problem with the equipment, I'll fix it."

The fans were even more excited, and even the passers-by were stunned, one by one started to record the screen, and at the same time told others to come and watch, the dead anchor actually started the live broadcast again.

Yan Mo was also shocked. He looked at the anchor's profile picture in disbelief, and clicked several times.

[Are you planning to poke him and let him reply to you? ]

"...No," Yan Mo withdrew his finger in embarrassment, "I just find it unbelievable, how can ghosts really be able to broadcast live..."

[Not necessarily he is talking,] Yan Wang Ling is very calm, [Although you may be able to touch things, but this kind of unobstructed communication with human beings is impossible for newly mourned souls. ]

Yan Mo suddenly remembered that when he saw Xu Siying for the first time, Xu Siying tried to speak for a long time, but he didn't understand a word.

From this point of view, it is indeed unlikely that this live broadcast is Haruji herself.

Soon, several fans noticed the clues.

[These contents sound familiar, I remember that there was a problem with the equipment after the broadcast of Haruhiji last year]

【I remember too!He debugged for 5 minutes and missed the opening list because of this! 】

[Could it be... Haruji is really not dead? 】

[Impossible, I'm Haruji's fan, I just came back from his funeral, he has indeed left]

[5 minutes is up, if he continues to talk, then this is the replay of the previous live broadcast]

5 minutes later, the live broadcast room continued to play music, Qing Er began to sing a lighter song, and said with a smile while singing: "Sorry, I was delayed by 5 minutes, and I missed the opening list .”

... Yan Mo is now sure that it is indeed replaying.

Many people reacted and began to criticize in the comment area.

【Who are you?Why use Qinger's account to replay the live broadcast? 】

[Can you please let him go quietly?How does this flow benefit you? 】

【Are you sick?After everyone has left, we still have to do this! ! ! 】

[If you are his friend, please respect him and close the live broadcast room immediately! 】

The fans became more and more excited, and the sound in the live broadcast room began to become a little strange. The originally gentle music began to become harsh, intermittent like a bad signal, until it finally stopped abruptly. A few seconds later, the live broadcast room closed.

Yan Mo looked at the closed live broadcast room, turned his head and asked Yan Wang Ling: "Can we find him?"

[Yes,] Yan Wangling said, [But why are you looking for such a brat?It doesn't matter. ]

"Since we met him, let's send him back." Yan Mo turned off his phone and lay down again. "It doesn't work if you are always so exhausted."

The soul would be consumed if he didn't return to the Yan Mansion as soon as possible. Hearing Qinger's voice, Yan Mo subconsciously felt that he was a gentle person, and he didn't want him to just disappear into the world.

As soon as I told Yan Wang Ling about this idea, Yan Wang Ling suddenly became angry: [Oh, I understand, your voice is nice. ]

"No!" Yan Mo just opened his closed eyes again, "I just said his voice is nice, and he should be a nice person too."

[?Didn't you say "the voice of the figure is nice" again? ]

"..." Yan Mo blinked and changed the subject, "So can we find him?"

[Basically, need to know his name, and preferably a date of birth. ]

This one is not difficult to find. Yan Mo opened the social software and quickly found Qinger's account. The personal information in it included his birthday and location, but the name was not so easy to find.

The anchors don't seem to like to say their real names. Yan Mo searched for a long time but didn't see a name. After thinking for a while, he suddenly thought of the fan named "Xinghe" before.

He added Xinghe as a friend, and the other party passed quickly.

[Hello, I just listened to Qing Er's live broadcast, I want to ask his name? 】

But Xinghe seemed very vigilant: [Why are you asking this? 】

Yan Mo was thinking about how to make the other party believe in him, but Xinghe couldn't help but say another sentence.

【Is it from the supernatural bot again?Please don't bother me anymore, and don't look for Qingji's information anymore. He has already left, so let him go quietly. 】

Yan Mo didn't know who the other party mistook him for, so he could only say in a very sincere tone: [No, I'm Qing Er's fan and I live in Jiangqiao City. I want to send him a bouquet of flowers, but I don't know his name. 】

Jiangqiao City is the address that Yan Mo found on Qinger's social account. Yan Wangling watched him cheating people without blushing, and clicked twice: [Cub, you will be able to deceive people when you grow up.] . ]

"..." Yan Mo ignored it, and continued, "Can you tell me Qing Er's name, thank you."

Only then did Xinghe believe him, and slowly typed in the dialog box: [Qingyi, Zhou Qingyi]

After a few seconds, another sentence came from the dialog box: [Thank you, he likes Freesia. 】

……

Yan Mo slept until noon the next day. After checking out of the room, he bought a plane ticket to Jiangqiao City, and arrived in Jiangqiao City that afternoon.

Yan Wangling had already found out the address of the other party. It was a very lively neighborhood. Yan Mo walked all the way to the door of Zhou Qing's house with a bunch of freesia in his hands, and then remembered to ask Yan Wangling, "How do we get in?"

[Through the wall. ]

Yan Mo was shocked for a moment: "There is such a technology?"

[Of course not,] Yan Wangling said, [directly call him out to open the door, and he is inside. ]

"..." Yan Mo reached out and knocked on the door, "Zhou Qingyi, please open the door."

The other party didn't respond.

Yan Mo thought for a while, then called out again: "Qing Er."

The temperature around the door suddenly started to drop, Yan Mo felt a little cold all over, flinched a bit, squeezed the Yan Wang Ling in the palm of his hand, and bravely said: "I am from the Yan family, please open the door."

The door was silently opened a small crack, Yan Mo quickly lowered his head, stared at the feet on the ground, and then raised his head to look up little by little, until he confirmed that the other party was clean and there was no trace of blood. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhou Qingyi was a young man with a pale face and a thin figure. He didn't speak. He avoided Yan Mo's eyes, let him enter the room, and put the bouquet of freesias on the living room table.

Yan Mo looked around again, and soon found the computer and the background page of the live broadcast that were still on in the corner of the bedroom, and turned to look at him: "You did all the previous live broadcast events?"

Zhou Qing nodded, her eyes were a little apprehensive, as if she was afraid of him.

Yan Mo: "Why don't you go to Yan's Mansion?"

The dead will be summoned by the mansion of hell, and many people will go to the mansion of hell by themselves. Even if they get lost halfway, they can go there under the guidance of ghost messengers. However, Zhou Qingyi obviously did not leave at all, but returned to the place where he lived before his death .

Zhou Qingyi immediately took a step back and lowered her head: "I'm sorry."

Yan Mo was a little surprised, he didn't expect the other party's attitude to be so good, it could even be called respect.

"I...I know I should go, but I still have unfinished business," Zhou Qingyi's voice was as gentle and sweet as ever, but at the moment it was trembling, "I don't want to just leave like this."

His hands were shaking a little, but he clenched them tightly again, and looked at Yan Mo with courage: "Master of the Yan Mansion...can you do something for me?"

As soon as this sentence was asked, Zhou Qingyi immediately added: "It won't be difficult, I can pay any price, if you want my soul."

"Eh...we don't have this kind of soul harvesting business," Yan Mo blinked, "It's useless if I want your soul, but you can tell me what you want, and if possible, I will help you."

Zhou Qingyi's willingness was actually very simple. He wanted to take away the letters from those fans. Yan Mo burned them to him according to Yan Wangling's instructions, and then looked up at him: "What else?"

"And..." Zhou Qingyi lowered her eyes and whispered, "I have a fan named Xinghe, I, I want to say something to her."

……

That night, Qinger's live broadcast room opened again by itself.

The people who eat melons already know that someone is deliberately broadcasting some recordings, so they are not even interested in paying attention. There are only a few loyal fans in the live broadcast room, and Xinghe is among them. Two's voice is already very good.

The opening scene was still played with soothing music, and one fan even checked the live broadcast before Qinger II to find out which one it was.

At this time, a strange voice suddenly came from the studio.

"Hi everyone, I'm Haruji's friend."

This sound startled several people in the live broadcast room. Before everyone could react, the slightly immature voice of the boy had already spoken again: "When Qing Er was dying, he said something, I want to tell you."

Now, everyone quieted down and listened to the voice in the live broadcast room with bated breath.

The boy's voice was very crisp, as if he didn't know how far away he should be from the microphone, his voice fluctuated a little, but it was reassuring to hear it unexpectedly, as if there was a natural attractive force that guided everyone to listen carefully.

"Qinger said, I'm very glad to meet you all. I've traveled a lot with you in the past few years, but now he's leaving first. Please take care of him. If there is a destiny, we may meet again in the next life."

"Please don't be too sad. He is not sad, but regrets that he didn't say goodbye properly, that he didn't achieve his goals, and that he didn't cherish every day of his life enough."

"There's also... Xinghe."

On the public screen where no one spoke for a long time, Xinghe tremblingly posted: [I am here. 】

Wearing earphones, Yan Mo took a deep breath, moved closer to the microphone under Zhou Qingyi's gesture, and said softly:

"You are a very good girl. I am very happy to see you gradually getting better in the past two years."

In the dark bedroom, a girl was holding the phone with tears in her eyes, staring down at the screen of the phone in a daze. What sounded in her ears was no longer a boy's voice, but Qinger's warm and familiar voice.

"Although you always deny yourself, feel inferior because of your family, and anxious because of your appearance, Xinghe, you are good enough."

"Without you, it would be impossible for me to persevere. Maybe I stopped the live broadcast two years ago, and I wouldn't have gained so many people who like me."

The number of people in the live broadcast room is constantly soaring. I don’t know who notified Qing Er’s fans. In just a few minutes, two or three hundred people have come. Everyone didn’t speak, but just listened quietly. The special effect of the gift on the public screen Swipe a screen.

"I hope you can live a good life in the future, treat yourself better, learn to fight back when you are hurt, and believe in yourself, okay?"

"I'm sorry, I can't accompany you anymore, but you have to believe that there must be someone better to love and take care of you."

"The last sentence is for everyone in the live broadcast room at this moment. I hope you will no longer suffer from insomnia, I hope you can feel the love, and I hope you... will always be happy."

The voice fell completely, leaving only the slow music flowing quietly. The public screen began to send some farewell words one after another, and Xinghe cried bitterly while holding the phone for a long time before replying tremblingly.

【I will, Haruji, I will never forget you. 】

……

Yan Mo took off his earphones, turned off the live broadcast interface under Zhou Qingyi's signal, and turned to look at him: "You have many fans who love you."

Zhou Qing smiled: "To me, they are not only fans, but also friends."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Qingyi boldly said: "You are very professional, have you ever been an anchor?"

Yan Mo quickly shook his head: "No, I... I just heard about it for a few days."

He maintained a mature and polite demeanor and continued: "Please return to Hades as soon as possible. If you stay in the world for too long, your soul will disappear."

Zhou Qingyi bowed deeply to him, and then his figure slowly disappeared into the room.

Yan Mo stood for a while, and felt that there was no soul breath in the room, and there was a golden pattern on the Rakshasa umbrella, then he was greatly relieved, and rubbed his shoulders that were stiff due to tension: "That's great, One more thing solved."

Yan Wangling smiled: [You can consider developing a live broadcast sideline business, after all, just listening to the voice of the Lord of Hades can increase Yin De. ]

"..." Yan Mo shook his head resolutely, thinking of the bewildered look just now, with a trembling voice, "No."

On the way out of the community, Yan Mo remembered that Xinghe once asked him if he came from a supernatural bot, so he couldn't help searching, and sure enough, he found an account called "Supernatural Contribution Bot". A supernatural event that I encountered recently.

Yan Mo's eyes became brighter the more he looked: "Aren't there all lost souls here? If we follow this search, can we find many people?"

[Okay, but why bother? ] Yan Wangling said, [And these spirits are no threat to you, you can subdue them with a wave of your hand. ]

Speaking of this, Yan Wangling added another sentence: [However, don't panic if you encounter a big ghost, you can also use the nirvana: summon Qin Xiang. ]

Suddenly exposed that he was always relying on Qin Yuchen to save his life, Yan Mo blushed in an instant, and faltered for a long time before saying: "I... I won't be like this in the future, I just, I'm just afraid that I won't be able to beat it."

Yan Wangling whistled, obviously not believing: [Really?Don't you dare to fight? ]

"..." Yan Mo flipped through the supernatural submission bot angrily, and decided to ignore Yan Wangling.

At this time, he saw Damo's news again, and Damo angrily complained that a fan cheated, knocked himself out and left, causing himself to lie down all night, and started to catch a cold and fever again.

Yan Mo flipped through this post with a guilty conscience, and glanced at the latest messages of the supernatural submission bot:

【Lingling, Contributor, we have an amusement park here. Recently, in the middle of the night, there are always people singing nursery rhymes. It's the voice of a little girl. However, the entire amusement park has been cut off, so it is impossible to play it. 】

[Lingling, I work in a design company. A young programmer of ours died suddenly, but recently his computer will automatically turn on as soon as he gets off work, and sometimes the code will still run, which scares the company so that no one works overtime. Our boss has hair I'm so worried, I look like a programmer than a programmer! 】

[There is a small lake in our hometown. Recently, the lake has been bursting with water, as if someone is dialing out of the water, which is very scary. 】

Yan Wangling saw that he was obsessed with trying to get a handle on these supernatural events, so he said again: [These are not even small ghosts, they are just souls that escaped accidentally. You can solve them when you encounter them. The real big ghosts need you to use them Strength, let's practice as soon as possible. ]

[However, you obviously have a spiritual core, and you still have a hundred years of cultivation, but you don't know how to use it. ]

Yan Mo stopped swiping the dynamics, and suddenly realized that he hadn't returned to Hell's Mansion after finding the King's Token, so he nodded immediately: "Okay, then let's go back to Hell's Mansion."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and started to check the flight: "Let me check if there is a plane to Fengdu."

Yan Wang Ling looked at Yan Mo in shock: [You are a Yama, and you plan to take a plane when you return to Yan's mansion? ]

Yan Mo was taken aback, and looked down at Yan Wang Ling in his palm: "Ah? Then how can we go back?"

……

Ten minutes later, Yan Mo sat on the special bus of Yan Mansion, with a complicated expression: "Why didn't you tell me earlier, I can still use the bus of Yan Mansion?"

If he had known this earlier, why would he fly all the way, he would be exhausted just by traveling!

Yan Wang Ling's tone was innocent: [You didn't even ask. ]

"..."