Burning paper for grandpa, the underworld economy was ruined by me

In the live broadcast room, it suddenly became quiet.

There was no sound at all.

The people who watched the live broadcast were not used to it at all.

"Master Jiang He, you won't really die, will you? Don't."

"This ghostly place itself is very dangerous. Although Master Jiang He is powerful, he can't stand doing it like this."

"I hope Master Jiang He will not have any accidents and can live well."

Barrages like this kept floating by.

Wu Xiaoqiao was nervous and worried about Wan Jianghe. After waiting for a while, she still couldn't control her emotions, so she picked up her mobile phone and called Wan Jianghe.

Called the past, but the reminder was that no one answered.

Obviously a signal cut off.

Wu Xiaoqiao began to fidget at home.

……

Zhugouyilong saw the suddenly interrupted live broadcast, and there were some faint waves in his heart.

Fan Tianshan couldn't help but ask, "Can he come out alive?"

"It might work."

……

At this moment, Hu Erhu couldn't help but uttered a sharp cry, "Brother Jiang He, there is no signal."

A worried look gradually appeared on his face.

Wan Jianghe glanced at the live broadcast mobile phone, it had been disconnected.

He subconsciously nodded and said, "I know."

"What should we do now? I feel that we have really encountered a ghost hitting the wall, and now our situation is really dangerous."

"Try it with baby urine."

Wan Jianghe said.

Hu Erhu looked at Wan Jianghe in surprise, and then said: "Brother Jianghe, when is it time, you still urinate like a child, you won't tell me, will you?"

Hu Erhu didn't believe that Wan Jianghe was still a boy.

He himself had long since ceased to be.

This thing is also unavailable now.

Wan Jianghe rolled his eyes at Hu Erhu, and then said, "Do I have anything to do with you?"

As soon as Hu Erhu heard what Wan Jianghe said, he immediately reacted, "Brother Jianghe, I can't see that you have kept yourself clean for so many years."

"Erhu, if you can't talk, talk less."

Wan Jianghe rolled his eyes at Hu Erhu.

Hu Erhu laughed foolishly twice, and continued: "Brother Jiang He, then hurry up, and leave here as soon as we break the wall."

Hu Erhu obviously didn't want to stay in this place any longer.

Wan Jianghe responded, and began to take the boy's urine, and poured it all on the nearby stairs.

The two looked at each other and started to walk down.

Originally thought that boy urine could break the ghost wall, but after trying it, it was found that it didn't work at all.

Hu Erhu couldn't help but said: "Brother Jiang He, you are not a boy, you forgot about it."

Wan Jianghe directly ignored Hu Erhu.

Instead, he asked Xiao Ling: "Xiao Ling, are we encountering ghosts hitting the wall?"

"Master, what you encountered was a ghost hitting the wall."

"Then how can we break this ghost's wall?"

"Master, do you want to start the secret mission?"

Xiaoling didn't answer Wan Jianghe's words, but directly asked Wan Jianghe if he had started a secret mission?
Isn't this ghost hitting the wall another secret mission?

"Well, turn it on."

Wan Jianghe said directly.

"Okay, the secret mission has been opened for the master. Eliminate the ghosts upstairs, and the master will successfully escape from this place."

Xiaoling's voice still feels a little immature.

Wan Jianghe was in a daze for a few seconds, isn't this tantamount to nonsense?

At this time, Hu Erhu saw that Wan Jianghe hadn't spoken for so long, so he said, "Brother Jianghe, what's the matter with you? Are you okay? Could it be that you were stunned?"

After he finished speaking, he pushed Wan Jianghe with his hands.

After Wan Jianghe came back to his senses, he said to Hu Erhu: "Go up."

Hu Erhu responded, and the two began to walk upstairs.

If you go up, you won't fall into the ghost hitting the wall just now.

On the contrary, not long after, that burst of singing sounded again, and the sound was still very pleasant.

When I got to the second floor, I thought it would still be a scorched place, but after waiting, I found that the situation was far from that.

The pavilions, terraces and pavilions here are antique.

Doesn't look like a modern building at all.

Both of them were a little dumbfounded and didn't come back to their senses.

"Brother Jianghe, shouldn't we be crossing?"

"Through you ghost."

Wan Jianghe said angrily.

He looked intently and saw a woman in a skirt sitting in the pavilion.

She is still holding the pipa, giving people a very elegant feeling.

The leisurely singing continued to float.

"I don't think it's dangerous, Brother Jiang He, let's go and have a look first."

While Hu Erhu was talking, he walked forward, took a few steps, looked back at the stubborn woman and said with a wretched expression on his face: "Brother Jiang He, come quickly, this woman is really good-looking. "

Hu Erhu said excitedly.

"If you want to kill yourself, I won't stop you."

Wan Jianghe said coldly.

He knew very clearly that this woman was a ghost.

Hu Erhu himself was very timid, and this meeting was not in a live broadcast environment. Hearing what Wan Jianghe said, he immediately ran back without any hesitation.

"Brother Jiang He, what shall we do now?"

Wan Jianghe walked towards the pavilion, he wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in this woman's gourd?

Hu Erhu followed closely behind, and as soon as he got close, the woman just stood up slowly, and then said: "You two young masters, you came from a long way away, and my family is far away, please forgive me..."

Not right!

Something is really wrong.

Even a little inappropriate...

How could someone who was burned to death 20 years ago be so antique?
Could it be that this person died here hundreds of years ago?That's why?
Wan Jianghe murmured in his heart.

Hu Erhu's eyes had already fallen on the woman, and he found that the woman was slim, well-proportioned and good-looking.

Immediately, he couldn't help feeling a little distracted.

"Girl, it's all right, we just came up to take a look."

Hu Erhu took a step forward. Seeing this, Wan Jianghe stopped Hu Erhu and said, "Wait a minute."

"Brother Jianghe, what can be the matter? Look at this girl, she looks like a fairy. She is not good-looking. The hand that plays the pipa must be weak and boneless. Even if this girl is a ghost, she is probably a good ghost."

"Brother Jianghe, I didn't say that you really shouldn't look at ghosts with colored glasses sometimes. Think about it, people are good and bad, and ghosts are also good and bad. The girl in front of you may be a good ghost."

Wan Jianghe: "..."

Hu Erhu was obsessed with lust, Wan Jianghe didn't say anything more about it.

"Girl, can you play a pipa for me? I like this song the most..."

"Young master, I can try it."

"Why did you sing that song, the oriole on the tree..."

Before Hu Erhu could wait for the woman to start singing, he started singing himself.

His singing sounded like killing a pig, very unpleasant.