The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

Ma Liang sniffed and said sadly, "I just graduated and I still need to pay back my student loan, rent, etc. All of these require money. I can't be unemployed, so I grit my teeth and bear it."

"It's normal during the day anyway, so I do whatever I can during the day. I also work overtime at night. Although it's weird to draw a person without eyeballs, I try my best to ignore it and keep adjusting. Anyway, the eyeballs will be back during the day."

“Having no money is scarier than seeing a ghost!”

He sighed sadly and continued:

"I've worked a few night shifts and have managed to get by for now. But this is really a test of my courage, so I can only ask the anchor for help. Otherwise, if this continues for a long time, I'm afraid I'll go crazy."

"Host, could it be that a ghost crawled into my computer and dug out the eyeballs of the characters in my paintings?"

His guess was bold, but unfortunately he was not right.

Before Sang Feiwan could say anything, the office door suddenly opened and two men came in.

Ma Liang, the magic brush, stood up quickly and said, "Manager, Xiao Wang, why are you here?"

The two men didn't even look at Ma Liang, the master of the magic brush, and walked straight to their desks and sat down.

The supervisor turned on the computer and said to the person next to him, "Xiao Wang, let's work harder today and finish these drawings. We can take it easy tomorrow and don't have to work so hard."

"Okay, boss." Xiao Wang looked around and suddenly shuddered. "Boss, do you feel that our office has been very cold at night these past two days? Is there a ghost?"

The supervisor said: "Don't talk nonsense, it may be because the temperature has dropped at night."

"Boss, you're here just in time. Let me show you the image on my computer. Something is really wrong. Look, this is a newly generated character image, and it still doesn't have eyeballs. It's really weird!"

After he finished talking to his supervisor, he lowered his voice and echoed what Xiao Wang had just said: "Xiao Wang, I also suspect that there may be a ghost in our office..."

The two people next to him seemed indifferent. They neither paid any attention to him nor looked at his computer screen.

But netizens in the live broadcast room saw his screen:

[Brother, your screen is black. You don’t even turn on your computer to work overtime, what’s the point of working overtime! ]

[I think I understand something...]

Then, the entire public screen fell completely silent, and no one spoke anymore.

"Netizen Xiaoxiaosheng, what do you understand? The one who called me brother, is there something wrong with your eyes? My computer is always on, and I am always drawing."

Many netizens remained silent.

The two netizens who were named trembled in fear and dared not speak impulsively anymore.

At this moment, the supervisor next to him suddenly looked over to where the magic brush Ma Liang was sitting and said, "Hey, why is there a cell phone on the table?"

Xiao Wang came over to take a look. "It's Xiao Ma's phone. He must have forgotten to take it with him when he left that day. He's a thrifty person and he always uses the company's electricity to charge his phone. Even now, his phone is still connected to the charger."

The supervisor sighed: "Xiao Ma is really pitiful."

Xiao Wang said: "It was not easy for him. I didn't expect an accident to happen - hey, the live broadcast was still on on the phone."

The supervisor suddenly recognized the person on the live broadcast: "It's Sang Feiwan's live broadcast room. I've seen it before. This live broadcast is very interesting. The fortune-telling is very accurate, and supernatural events can often be seen."

"This is my phone. I'm connected to the live broadcast. Supervisor, please don't take my phone."

Ma Liang, the master of the magic brush, tried to get his phone back, but his hand went straight through the supervisor's body.

He stared at himself blankly: "What's wrong with me?"

"Have you finally discovered it?" Sang Feiwan on the screen spoke softly.

"Are you talking to us?" The supervisor and Xiao Wang finally discovered that the phone was connected to the live broadcast room.

Sang Feiwan shook his head: "No, I'm talking to the pony behind you."

"P-Pony?"

The supervisor and Xiao Wang felt their scalps tingling and turned their heads to look behind them at the same time, but they only saw the pale light in the office and the dark window outside.

Suddenly, one of the incandescent lamps flashed and then went out, leaving a dark shadow.

In the shadows, they saw Xiao Ma. He was still wearing the clothes he wore that day, with a little blood on his shirt.

Ma Liang was still waving his hands desperately in front of them: "Supervisor, Xiao Wang, I'm here, I'm here to work overtime!"

The supervisor and Xiao Wang were so frightened that they stepped back, trembling all over.

Xiao Ma wanted to go forward, but the supervisor and Xiao Wang hugged each other and started screaming.

"You are actually afraid of me?"

He glanced around casually and found that his supervisor and Xiao Wang had shadows on their sides, but he had no shadow.

There was no shadow, and I couldn't get my phone back from my supervisor, so...

He murmured as if waking from a dream: "So I'm a ghost now, right? But why don't I remember anything? Why did I become a ghost?"

"I just remember that I was working overtime. I was working overtime!"

"You didn't work overtime. You were fired three days ago, and then you packed up your things and left the company in a daze..."

Sang Feiwan's words were like a revelation to him, correcting his disordered memory. He finally remembered what happened before -

It has been less than a year since Ma Liang graduated with the magic brush.

When he was in college, he had too many dreams about the future, but when he entered society he found that everything was not as good as he had imagined.

It was hard to find a job. I sent out countless resumes but none of them worked. But my daily food and accommodation expenses kept flowing out.

Reality will not give him too much time to slowly find a job he likes.

He was extremely anxious every day, constantly submitting resumes and going for interviews.

Fortunately, he finally found a job.

Although the company is not big, and the workload is heavy and overtime has become almost the norm, he still cherishes this job very much.

After working for more than half a year, just when he thought everything was getting on track, the company suddenly laid off employees.

The company introduced AI technology and replaced the work of many grassroots employees, so they were left alone.

The advancement of science and technology has certainly benefited mankind, but when the wheels of the current world roll over, it is inevitable that the innocent wild flowers and weeds on the roadside will be damaged.

That wild grass is so strong that it is not afraid of wind or rain.

But when he struggled to get out of the soil, what greeted him was not the warmth of the sun, but ruthless crushing.

That day, it was still daylight when he walked out of the office building carrying his personal belongings.

Because it was always dark when he got off work, and today he was able to see the sunset, a rare occasion, but he felt extremely sad.

It turns out that being unemployed is more miserable than working overtime!

In the distance, the sun sets, and the golden light flows. The office buildings in the city are bathed in a golden glow, which is particularly brilliant.

But such a big city with so many buildings can't accommodate a little boy like him.

Thinking about the rent that was about to expire, the loans he was carrying, and the expectations of his parents back home... he felt depressed and wanted to cry but couldn't.

Suddenly, a sharp brake sound was heard, echoing over the city, but was soon drowned out by the hustle and bustle of traffic...

"I remember now! After I was laid off that day, I was walking on the road in a state of anxiety and ended up having a car accident."

He held his head, feeling extremely sad: "It turns out that I am already dead!"

"You are just in a dying state, not dead yet."

Sang Feiwan's words pulled him out of his sadness.

His eyes widened in surprise. "Ah? Near death? Does that mean I'm not dead yet?"

Sang Feiwan said: "But death is not far away."

Magic Brush Ma Liang: "..."