Live ghost hunting: Boss, she raises a ghost king instead

"Hey~ I've actually solved them all. You're worthy of being the King of Ghosts."

Song Hefeng put his hands into his thick sleeves and stood on the erected flags and looked towards the temple.

"It's such a pity that so many brats were wasted." He said regretfully, his black and white eyes rolled around, and he clapped his hands and said happily: "If you can't, then go catch it again! The hospital is not far from here. , someone must have died tonight!"

Just do it, he tiptoes a little, then jumps off the soul-calling flag and lands firmly on the ground.

With a wave of his Taoist robe, he carried the banner and swaggered away towards the hospital.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and the night is quiet...

A slender figure suddenly appeared on the roof of the hospital. He was seen shaking the flag in his hand, and seven or eight ghosts immediately emerged from all directions of the hospital and flew towards him.

Song Hefeng touched his chin and looked at these ghosts thoughtfully, "The resentment is not heavy, it can barely be used."

"Hey! This is a heavy one. Look at the black air on it. It makes me unable to open my eyes."

"Come and let me see what you have done in life to make you so resentful." Song Hefeng said, putting one hand into the dark soul body and groping for a while. After a while, he suddenly laughed.

"That's right. He abandoned his children, was unfilial to his parents, and the most important thing is that he actually abused small animals. No wonder he has so much resentment. It's not a loss for you to come to my house."

As he spoke, he grabbed the ghost and stuffed it into the soul-calling flag, his movements rough and boring.

Just after catching these little devils, a "gurgle" bowel sound suddenly sounded, reminding Song Hefeng that he hadn't eaten yet today.

"You almost forgot if you didn't call me. Call it a day. Let's go and see what we can eat today?" He touched his stomach as if talking to himself.

A few minutes later, he came out of the 24-hour convenience store carrying a large bag of food. He held a banner in one hand and struggled to pick up a butter bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

Song Hefeng was a gentle man, but he was very rude when eating. He could finish a piece of bread in just a few mouthfuls.

He ate and walked along the way, wandering aimlessly on the streets. Occasionally he would meet one or two stray cats and dogs, and he would give them food without hesitation.

In his eyes, these simple animals are much better than the humans in this city.

"Eat, try to be reincarnated as a national treasure in your next life, and let these stupid humans serve you." Song Hefeng said seriously to the stray cat eating at his feet.

"Meow~" Maomao seemed to understand what he said, and responded to him with a gentle meow.

Seeing that it was eating happily, Song Hefeng simply unpacked all the remaining food and placed it in front of the cat, and said gently: "Eat, listen to others' advice, and eat enough."

The cat meowed again, happily rubbing its head against his trousers.

Song Hefeng laughed when he saw his cute appearance, then waved to Maomao and said, "I'm leaving. See you again when we have the opportunity."

The next day...

When the first ray of sunlight entered the room, the person sleeping on the bed suddenly turned over and opened his eyes. The fatigue in his eyes had faded a lot after a night's rest.

Jiang Buyan rubbed her eyes, and the memory of last night came to her again.

"..."

She sat up irritably, kicked off her slippers and walked towards the bathroom, trying to wash her face with cold water to wake herself up.

Accompanied by the sound of running water and the cold water hitting her face, her brain finally regained consciousness.

"Buddha..."

Jiang Buyan raised his head, looked at himself in the mirror, and suddenly felt that his hall seemed to be covered with a cloud of black air.

She thought her eyes were wrong, so she rubbed her eyes and looked again, and sure enough the black air was gone.

"Huh~ I'm scared to death." She took a long breath, stretched out and walked towards the living room as if she was relieved.

Today is the first day of school. Although she lives only two hours away from the university, it is better for her to leave early to prevent traffic jams.

She opened the small white suitcase and skillfully stuffed a series of ghost-repelling supplies such as folded mahogany sticks, Bagua mirrors, talisman papers, and masks into it. Clothes and daily necessities were packed into another large suitcase.

Although she would have to live on campus in the future, she could not lose her career in live broadcasting ghost hunting. She had already greeted the instructor in advance and explained that her family was in the hospital and she would need to go back to take care of her on the weekends.

The live broadcast time is fixed to Friday and Saturday nights. Although the time is greatly shortened, if the live broadcast income in these two days is possible, it can also support the medical expenses.

In the evening, when Jiang Buyan dragged his two suitcases to the dormitory with difficulty, the other three roommates had already packed up and were sitting in their respective seats to rest, watch TV dramas, and play games.

She greeted the three of them politely, but except for Wang Yu, who was in bed No. 1, who greeted her back, the other two were immersed in their own world.

Jiang Buyan said that he had long been used to it.

The relationship between the four of them has always been good or bad, remaining superficially polite.

Wang Yu, who lives in bed No. 1, has a gentle personality and is cheerful to everyone. She is a typical good girl.

Zhang Yingying, who is in bed No. 2, looks fierce and bold, looking like a tomboy. In fact, she has more eyes than anyone else. She is the best at judging people's faces. She belongs to the group that talks about people and tells ghosts.

Zheng Lingyu, who lives in bed No. 3, seems to be the richest in the family, and she usually uses famous brands. She has the temperament of a young lady, is arrogant, and speaks harshly. From time to time, she will make a sarcastic comment about how poor she and Wang Yu are.

But Jiang Buyan knew that this was just the image of a young lady she created herself. People can lie, but a person's appearance and luck cannot be faked.

Zheng Lingyu's luck and appearance were ordinary, even a little sour, which was definitely not something that a wealthy family would have.

When Jiang Buyan saw that the two of them were ignoring her, she lowered her head to pack her luggage. Suddenly, she seemed to smell a cold resentment.

She raised her head and looked around, but there was nothing there. Just when she thought she smelled something wrong, the stench came again.

This time she immediately followed the smell and saw that the resentment was emanating from Zheng Lingyu's body.

She lowered her head to catch up on the latest variety show, and laughed from time to time when she was happy to see it. She didn't even realize that she was being stalked by a ghost.

Jiang Buyan hurriedly closed his eyes and then opened them again. He looked intently, and sure enough, a female ghost in red was lying faintly on Zheng Lingyu's shoulder, with a face as pale as paper pressed against hers. Not just her face, but also the female ghost. Almost the entire body was pressed against Zheng Lingyu.

This is stealing her life!

Perhaps Jiang Buyan's gaze was too hot, but the female ghost seemed to notice it. She turned back and smiled sinisterly at Jiang Buyan, and black blood instantly overflowed from her mouth and dripped on Zheng Lingyu.