Crazy! After binding the system, I became an outlaw

"I feel like what am I doing now? An extreme rocking car, can't this road be repaired?"

Director Wang was sitting in the passenger seat, his entire face turning white, or to be more precise, liver color.

"Director Wang, are you willing to pay?

If you are willing, I will help you contact the local government. I believe they will be happy to meet a good person like you. "

The carriage soon became quiet again, and Director Wang did not say anything at this time.

There are so many bad roads in the world, he can only do his best to sponsor a few Hope Primary Schools. As for repairing roads, he cannot do it for the time being.

[In fact, Wang Dao is a very kind person. He has sponsored more than a dozen Hope Primary Schools and donated to various nursing homes.]

[Yes, even though we usually ridicule him, he is actually a pretty good person, at least he is kinder than other directors.]

[Whether it is a face-saving project or not, at least the donations have been put to good use.

In fact, we don’t care whether it’s a face-saving project or not. As long as you can provide actual benefits, we don’t care that much. 】

[That's not right. Why does it feel like this live broadcast room is becoming more and more popular? Aren't we just chatting about gossip now? ]

[Go away! Do you have the three words "atmosphere" in your heart? 】

The country roads really become more and more atmospheric as you walk along them, especially when the mountain road goes down 18 bends, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little assistant, can you do this?

No, let me go, don't shake your hands, and keep your foot on the brake."

Zhao Tangtang tightly grasped the handle of the car, his face pale with fright.

Because nowadays cars shake with every step you take, and they shake from side to side.

The turns and slopes are so steep, and you have no idea when your car will need to turn, which makes your heart leap into your throat.

"Don't you know? A man can't say no. You have to believe me. At worst, we can die together."

The young assistant was also feeling uncomfortable because he didn't have much confidence in his driving skills, but he was gritting his teeth and holding on.

Especially since there were three ladies in the car, there was absolutely no way he would bring shame upon himself at this time.

When Zhao Tangtang heard this, she immediately became angry. She reached out to pat the assistant on the shoulder, but when she thought that he was driving, she gave up the idea.

"Shut up! You crow mouth! You'd better pray that nothing happens, or I will really turn you into a ghost."

Zhao Tangtang's voice was vicious, and the assistant immediately shut up and drove at ease.

I don’t know where they are now. There are trees on both sides, and they are all tall trees. The dense branches of the trees have completely blocked the sky.

The moonlight shines through the sparse gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows, adding a sense of mystery and uneasiness to this quiet forest path.

The atmosphere in the car became more tense as the road conditions became rougher, but everyone had a yearning for the destination in their hearts.

This expectation is like a faint flame, guiding them forward in the darkness.

“I feel like this atmosphere is perfect for telling some short stories.”

As soon as Jiang Zhiyuan opened her mouth, everyone knew that she had nothing good to say, so they shook their heads and refused.

"Then let me tell you some gossip. I think you will be very interested in it."

Jiang Zhiyuan rolled her eyes and came up with a good plan. As long as she learned how to convert concepts, this group of people would be fooled.

"Okay, okay! I love listening to gossip the most!"

Because the atmosphere in the car was very depressing just now, everyone was drowsy, but the young assistant still had to force himself to stay awake, so now he really wanted to listen to some gossip to stimulate his brain.

"Once upon a time there was a scholar who went to Beijing to take an imperial examination..."

Jiang Zhiyuan used a short 5 minutes to tell a very ordinary story about a scholar falling in love with a female monster.

"How is it? Is this story interesting? Do you want to continue listening?"

Jiang Zhiyuan took out a bottle of Coke from his backpack, took a few big gulps, and spoke with a dry mouth, hoping that this group of people would be fooled.

"Didn't you say you were going to tell us gossip? Why are you telling us this story? And the plot is so clichéd."

The young assistant was very dissatisfied with this story. He had never been interested in these love stories.

If you tell him a story about a hero killing everyone, he might be a little interested.

"Why? Do you think this story is not good? Then I will tell you another one."

Everyone else felt that there was something wrong with this statement, but they couldn't tell what was wrong.

So before they could react, another woman's voice was heard in the car.

"Have you seen my red vest?"

A girl's ghostly voice suddenly sounds from behind you, and anyone would feel scared, especially in this remote wilderness.

"Holy shit, shit!"

"F*ck that!"

Both the young assistant and Director Wang were shocked, especially the young assistant who almost let go of the steering wheel.

[I just threw my cell phone out, and it hit the lamp next to me, causing it to fall over.

Then it hit my dog, and then my dog ​​ran out squeaking, and then woke up my mom, and finally my mom came over with a pair of slippers. 】

[The person above is a little miserable, unlike me now who screamed in fear because of this sentence, and then all the lights in our school dormitory building turned on, and now I am on the way to apologize. ]

[I have heard this story before. I was still a high school student at the time. It scared me so much that I never dared to go to the bathroom alone in the middle of the night again.]

[In fact, it seems that 70% of ghost stories happen in schools, as if schools have some kind of magical power.]

[Isn't your school built on a mass grave? ]

[Damn, my school dug out a coffin from inside last time! ]

The barrage was soon filled with ghost stories and legends from various schools.

In this magical place called China, if the development of ghost stories is based on their origin, then school must be an indispensable place.

There are many stories that happened in the school, and many people believe that they have really seen G when they were students.

If no supernatural events happened in your school when you were in school, it would feel like you had wasted your time there and you would have nothing to brag about it to others when you go out.

But how could the police officer in the live broadcast room possibly watch them getting more and more excited while chatting?

This kind of metaphysical thing was of course strangled in the cradle.

The 24-character socialist core values ​​were quickly posted in the comment section.

The eerie barrage instantly turned red, filled with positive energy.