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He stared blankly at the young man who was still smiling, not knowing what to say, he could only scratch his head again, a philosophical question arose in his heart.

What happened to this world?

"Sorry to bother you while you're working."

Xia Ren apologized very politely, and then said: "I don't want to waste any more time, I just came here this time to ask you for a favor."

"What are you busy with?"

The sixth child subconsciously asked.

Xia Ren looked at him sincerely and said, "That's... that is, can you sit still and let me touch you, not much, just a little."

Although the second type of infected body does not pose any threat to him now, the other party seems to be easy to talk to. After chatting for so long, he doesn't seem to be angry. It should not be the type that completely hates people like Fang Bin and the taxi driver. On the contrary, it was more like Qin Yun's back then, so Xia Ren decided to heal as much as possible, and practice proficiency by the way, after all, traditional craftsmanship cannot be lost.

"No."

The sixth son resolutely refused.

A stranger who opened the locked door in the middle of the night, stepped over a dead body, and came to me just to touch me?Even a three-year-old child can't believe this, let alone his own son is more than three years old.

The sixth child feels that the other party can't make up such a reason to insult IQ if he treats himself as a person.

"Don't be so anxious to refuse..."

Xia Ren was about to continue talking, when he saw the sixth child suddenly sighed, and said, "You don't have to go around in circles anymore, I know who you are, and I know...what I am now."

"You know me?" Xia Ren asked in surprise.

The sixth child hesitated for a while, raised his head, glanced at the dim light on the ceiling, his eyes were deep, and seemed to be caught in the memories of the past, and said: "After I died yesterday, I squatted next to my corpse all night, It's amazing, isn't it, after a person dies, they actually have a soul, so what was written in those ghosts turned out to be true, and I became..."

"Don't, don't!"

Xia Ren's forehead was sweating, so he quickly stopped and corrected: "There are no ghosts, there are really no ghosts in the world."

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The sixth child was puzzled and said, "The camera can't even capture me like this. If it's not a ghost, what is it?"

Xia Ren wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "...spirit, infected body, or something, it's not a ghost anyway, I have a lot of experience, you must be right if you listen to me."

What he said was convincing and convincing.

The sixth child paused, reluctantly accepted the title, and said, "Then... okay, I am Ling."

He glanced at the dark night outside the window, and once again brewed his emotions, "I sat all night, and in the morning, looking at the rising sun outside, I finally accepted what happened to me, since g... If so, then it means that there are many other things, so when I saw you just now, I had a vague guess in my heart, you must be the legendary ghost messenger."

Xia Ren waved his hands again and again, "I told you there are no ghosts..."

Lao Liu thought for a while and said, "That's... a cultivator?"

"Cough cough."

Xia Ren straightened his chest and tried to repeat in his mind that there was not much gas in the car, and he would have to pay for gasoline himself when he got back. His face suddenly showed a bit of vicissitudes, a bit of fatigue, and a bit of weariness for the world. Create a dusty temperament, as if tired of this earthly world.

With his hands behind his back, he said, "Since you have already guessed it, I won't hide it from you. That's right, I am Song Shuhang who dominates Xuansheng Song, Confucianism, Xuanmo, and Dragon Ancient Sage!"

Originally, according to the usual practice, after hearing such a compelling self-report, the sixth child felt that he should take a deep breath and repeat "It turned out to be..." and so on.

But the prefix Xia Ren said was too long, and he didn't remember all of it. He only heard the word "Ba" that appeared most frequently.

The sixth child thought about it for a while, and felt that he would be at a disadvantage if he said this "tyrant", so he simply ignored the question of addressing him and said, "I know that people become... spirits after death because of resentment, so, Are you here to save me?"

Xia Ren is very satisfied with the attitude of the sixth child, unlike Mrs. Liu and the others, who have to talk hard before proceeding to the next step. The other party understands it very well, so they don't need to trouble themselves, and they take the initiative to save the foreplay. Process, directly to the topic.

I love how simple it is!

"Yes."

Xia Ren nodded and said, "According to the process, it should have been overridden directly, but I see that you have a good attitude, so I will give you some time. If you need help with anything, I can help you as long as it is not too much."

It is very rare for a second-class infected body to stay honestly where he died and not run around, and it seems that it is very simple to seal up. Xia Ren feels that he can't justify it if he doesn't take the initiative to do something.

"I need help with something..."

The sixth child lowered his head and thought for half a minute this time.

He actually wanted to ask Xia Ren to help take care of his family members, but as soon as the idea came up, he knew it was impossible. The sixth child has been beaten by so many societies in these years, and he has long understood the ways of the world, and taking care of his family is a matter of life. In the long run, even the best brother may not be able to persist, let alone a complete stranger.

As for the other things... Lao Liu spent a day thinking about it in the room, and he had figured it out a long time ago.

He sighed and said, "There's nothing I need to help with, but let me finish the last live broadcast."

Xia Ren nodded, "Yes, but it shouldn't take too long."

"Thank you."

Lao Liu put on the smiling face mask again, adjusted the position of the mobile phone, and then turned on the microphone.

"I've just finished my work. I'm sorry brothers, the broadcast will be played early tonight."

The viewers were very surprised, they had never seen Lao Liu's live broadcast less than half an hour before it was downcast at the speed of light.

Lying on the bed, Wang Xiaoming was also a little angry. He felt that he had wasted his feelings tonight, so he casually sent a barrage to be broadcast so quickly, he was in a hurry to die!

This barrage was quickly overwhelmed by other barrages, but it didn't matter much, because many of the barrages at this time were scolding the anchor.

"Why, there are students in our live broadcast room, some have to go to work, and they have to get up early tomorrow, so we won't broadcast it so late."

Speaking of this, Lao Liu slowed down, "Finally, let's chat with everyone for a while, everyone who watched my live broadcast is basically younger than Lao Liu, and you all know why I am famous. To be honest, brothers, don't go away Follow the same path as me, do something down-to-earth, give your parents some light, don't be like me, make people laugh and chatter for a lifetime."

Wang Xiaoming on the other side of the screen disagreed with Lao Liu’s words. He still envied Lao Liu, who could do nothing and make money by sitting at home and broadcasting live broadcasts every day. As for the hard work that Lao Liu said?what is that?Is it harder than running exercises every day and taking exams?

Unlike Wang Xiaoming, there are still many people in the live broadcast room who are giving rewards. They want Lao Liu to broadcast for a while. After all, he still has loyal fans.

"Okay, brothers, that's enough, don't give rewards to the sixth child, your money didn't come from the wind, and there are students, don't just give rewards to the anchor, it's all your parents' money, some It is said that this is the New Year's money, it is your own, but have you ever thought about it, you waste the New Year's money casually, and if you want to buy other things, don't you still have to ask your parents for money."

Hearing the words "New Year's money", the wind direction of the barrage immediately changed. These three words seemed to stimulate the sensitive nerves of a group of people. They began to post barrages crazily, refuting and insulting Lao Liu. Regarding Lao Liu's last sentence "No, I still ask my parents for money" is subconsciously ignored.

Standing next to Lao Liu, Xia Ren also took out his mobile phone, opened the live broadcast software, and entered his live broadcast room.

Seeing this wave of barrage, it is not difficult to guess what kind of immature faces are behind the screen.

Xia Ren suddenly recalled a line he saw in an anime

Cheap pride, cheap pride,