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

Late at night, Fu Jingran sat by the window and looked at the full moon outside the window with a sad face.

Staying here today means having breakfast here tomorrow, and it's not certain whether you can leave after eating.

He really doesn't want to stay here any longer...

Just as he was looking out the window in ecstasy, a black shadow suddenly flashed outside.

Fu Jingran quickly sat up straight, rubbed his eyes and looked down carefully.

Downstairs is Fu Jingran's father's garden, which is planted with various flowers, plants and trees. Under the moonlit night, the winding branches look like the fangs of ghosts, and the layers of branches and leaves look like swaying human figures, accompanied by a "rustling" sound when the wind blows.

Fu Jingran opened his eyes wide and carefully distinguished the plants and trees in the garden, looking for the figure that passed by just now, but the distance was too far and he couldn't see clearly.

So he took out his mobile phone, held his breath, opened the camera and zoomed in on the garden...

As the camera zoomed in, the scene inside became clearer, and he finally saw clearly the situation in the garden.

It's his mother...

Although Fu's mother is over forty, she is well-maintained and looks like she is only in her early thirties. She was wearing a black cheongsam with dark patterns, her hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, and she was holding a white porcelain vase in her hand, exuding a cool nobility.

"What are you doing here at night?"

Fu Jingran was confused and raised his phone to continue reading.

At this time, Fu's mother was pouring the liquid in the white porcelain bottle into the vegetation.

The black-red liquid was so viscous that it couldn't be broken, like a plaster that had been boiling for a long time. When the last few drops were poured into the mouth of the bottle, the slender silver thread was pulled.

After doing all this, Fu Mu clasped her hands together, bowed slightly to the grass and trees, then turned and left.

Fu Jingran was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw his mother holding a porcelain vase.

Why on earth would mother go there in the middle of the night? Those flowers and plants were obviously taken care of by someone special, so what did she pour into them?

The more Fu Jingran thought about it, the more energetic she became. She lost all sleep, so she simply put on her clothes and tiptoed downstairs.

The summer night was chilly, Fu Jingran tightened his tight coat and walked quickly towards the garden.

When he arrived there, even the moon was covered by dark clouds and there was no light.

Fu Jingran turned on the flashlight that came with his phone and used the light to find the one that was being watered among the clumps of flowers and plants.

He searched carefully and was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even know that his ankle was entangled in a branch.

The thin branch slowly rubbed his skin, leaving a long and slender red mark on his ankle like a red line.

"Wow..."

Suddenly there was a sound of shaking leaves in the silent garden.

Fu Jingran was so startled that he almost lost his grip on the phone and dropped it to the ground.

He used the light to cautiously look towards the place where the sound came from, only to see that it was pitch black and there was only an inconspicuous short plant.

"Huh, I'm scared to death." Fu Jingran squatted down and pulled the leaves of the plant with his hands.

Who would have thought that the plant actually started to move on its own? It shrank and retracted its leaves, and while Fu Jingran was surprised, it retracted back to the ground with a "swish" sound.

"Mom...Mom! The weeds have turned into sperm!"

Fu Jingran opened his mouth wide and was so shocked that he looked at the fist-sized hole in the ground.

Is he not blinded? Just now a piece of grass got in, right?

The unknown fear instantly enveloped Fu Jingran's heart.

At this moment, his head was no longer dull, his waist was no longer painful, and he was no longer curious. The whole person was full of energy and vitality. He ran to the bedroom as if he had stepped on a Hot Wheels and returned to his bedroom in a flash.

He quickly turned on all the lights in the room, locked the door, closed the curtains and hid under the quilt. He opened Jiang Buyan's WeChat and sent her a message.

"Master, are there any monsters in this world?"

On the other side, Jiang Buyan had just finished the live broadcast and was looking at the settlement page when he received a message from Fu Jingran.

"Yes, but after the founding of the People's Republic of China, becoming a spirit was prohibited. Also, you don't need to call me Master, just call me by my name."

As soon as she sent the message, she immediately received a new message from Fu Jingran.

"Master, there seems to be a goblin in my house." It comes with a tearful cat emoticon.

Jiang Buyan thought that the home he was talking about meant a small villa, so he comforted him: "Are you looking at it? I've seen your home. The feng shui is very good and there is no dirt."

"It's not that home, it's my mother's home. Just now, I saw grass that could run away."

Grass that can run away?

Jiang Buyan was curious. Could it be that that kid really encountered a monster?

You know, today's spirits are much stranger than ghosts.

Ghosts exist after people die, and they appear all the time, every day, and every year. They are no less numerous than people.

But spirits are different. They are mostly animals and plants that opened up their spiritual wisdom due to chance and coincidence over a long period of time and absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to take shape.

It takes at least a hundred years for a spirit to be conscious and moveable. In addition, since the founding of the People's Republic of China, spirits have not been allowed to cultivate and form privately, and their number has plummeted. Most of the existing spirits have been formed before the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Jiang Buyan had seen a spirit once with her master when she was a child, but it was only that one time, so she was very interested in Fu Jingran saying that he saw a spirit.

So she immediately sent a message to ask if she needed help.

Fu Jingran responded very quickly, sending three requests for words in succession, each time more urgent than the last, and he almost got out of the screen and dragged Jiang Buyan over.

"Send the location. I'll come find you at eight or nine tomorrow morning," Jiang Buyan simply replied, then turned off his phone and prepared to sleep where he was.

After receiving the news, Fu Jingran was happy at first, but when he thought that he had to stay here for one more morning, he was stunned.

He didn't want to stay here in the first place, and now that there was a weed spirit, he didn't want to stay any longer.

"Master, can you pick me up early tomorrow?"

"Master, are you asleep?"

"Master, don't leave me alone, I'm a little scared."

"Master, I'll pay more, please come early tomorrow morning, okay?"