Feng Shui Master of Fast Travel

"Okay, today's live broadcast ends here. If you like the anchor, please click Follow in the upper left corner of the screen. I'm Qiao Guanglan, and we'll see you next time."

After a busy day, it was finally time to get off work. As soon as Qiao Guanglan said his concluding remarks, a lot of barrage began to frantically swipe across the screen:

【Ah ah ah ah ah!No, Beauty Qiao, I haven't licked enough of the screen yet! 】

[Crying, I always feel that the live broadcast is over as soon as it starts...]

[The anchor's program is too short╭(╯^╰)╮huh! 】

[Anchor scumbag!Every time the live broadcast time is up, you run away immediately, you are ruthless, shameless and unreasonable! 】

Qiao Guanglan lived up to the evaluation of the barrage. After glancing at the phone screen, he quit the app of the live broadcast platform "ruthlessly and shamelessly".

At this time, the night outside the window was dark, and the light from the chandelier on the roof of the live broadcast room inside the window was faint, casting a dark shadow under his feet.

Qiao Guanglan packed up her things, took a step forward, and went to get the backpack next to the table.

Strangely, the shadow at his feet didn't move with it, but slowly curled up on the ground, gradually raised, and turned into a human form...

Qiao Guanglan picked up his backpack, took out a disposable glove from his side pocket, and put it on his right hand slowly, without even glancing at the ground from the corner of his eyes, as if he didn't notice it.

The moment he turned around and was about to go out, the black shadow on the ground suddenly jumped up and turned into a ghost with bleeding eyes and protruding teeth in mid-air, and pressed his face to Qiao Guanglan's!

A ferocious face instantly magnified in front of his eyes. If he had a weak heart, he might have suffered a heart attack on the spot.

Without even raising her eyelids, Qiao Guanglan slapped the ghost's face with her gloved right hand and slapped it out forcefully.

The ghost flew to the corner: "QAQ!"

"Kill you...kill you..."

Qiao Guanglan took off his gloves, threw them into the trash can, and pressed his temples: "It's alright, alright, stop bragging."

"Look for the body...find the body..." The ghost was silent for a while, and the faint voice sounded again.

Qiao Guanglan's wrists itched when he heard this voice, and he frowned impatiently: "Got it."

The ghost chattered endlessly, with an erratic voice: "Did you find it at your house yesterday?"

Qiao Guanglan said indifferently, "No."

There was a threat in the ghost's voice: "If you still can't find the answer within the deadline, I will let you know how you died."

Qiao Guanglan: "No, I already know."

"...?"

"It's annoying."

After he finished speaking, he walked straight out of the studio, and when he opened the door with his hand, his sleeve fell down, revealing a white wrist.

There is a handprint on the wrist, most of which are black and blue, and the little finger is blood red, which reflects his skin color and is very conspicuous.

Qiao Guanglan came here through time travel.

In this world, the original owner’s family was ordinary. His father was the workshop director of a factory. He just retired this year. His mother died young. She was an elementary school art teacher before she was alive. In addition, there was an older brother who was seven years older than him and also died.

He himself is a poor student who has just graduated from a third-rate university. His diploma is not good enough. An anchor on the company's webcasting platform.

The age, appearance, and name of the original owner are all exactly the same as Qiao Guanglan, but when it comes to IQ, it is not so satisfying-after Qiao Guanglan came to this world, he found that he had signed a contract with a ghost in the live broadcast room.

The so-called contract between two parties can only happen between one person and one ghost, and it can also be said to be a curse in disguise.

First, humans summon ghosts through pen fairy or dish fairy, and make a request to the ghost. After the ghost agrees to the human request, it will also propose a price that humans need to pay, and set a curse on him, and fail to complete the task within the specified date. people will die.

Qiao Guanglan put down his sleeves, the curse he wrote was quite creative, it can be seen that the ghost with a strange appearance also has a strange brain - the thing on the wrist is called "ghost catches the soul".If the task cannot be completed within nine days, the soul will be pulled out of the body, and the body will melt into water and die.

Qiao Guanglan cursed inwardly, ordering such a thing, this is really full of rice in the head!

He can feel the content of the contract through the remaining memory. The original owner's request is to know the truth about his brother's death, while the ghost wants him to find a corpse in his home.

Qiao Guanglan also asked later: "What does the corpse look like, do you have any photos?"

To get the answer, there is no photo, but it has characteristics and is easy to identify.

The characteristics of this corpse: invulnerable to swords and guns, impervious to water and fire, handsome in appearance, immortal.

Qiao Guanglan: "...This isn't a corpse, it's a terracotta army, right? Or Iron Man?"

What's more, such a rare corpse is actually in that humble little house of his?I can't believe it when I think about it.

Although he felt like being cheated by a donkey, everyone was here, and he had to do it if he didn't want to do it—this kind of contract was agreed by both parties voluntarily, and it was highly effective from the moment it was signed.So although with Qiao Guanglan's strength, he could beat this little weakling into scum in minutes, but now he has to hold his nose to help it.

The original owner had already spent two days when he came here, and now the third day is coming to an end, he has no clue at all, and the ghosts he made are quite irritable, one person and one ghost are tormenting each other in the live broadcast room, like resentful spouses.Once the bruise on the wrist turns completely blood red, it means the time of death has arrived.

Qiao Guanglan was originally struck by lightning and then crossed by accident, but now he feels that being reduced to this point would be better than being struck to death by lightning.

His heart is very vicissitudes.

The word Qiao Guanglan used to be a myth in his real world.

As a talented Feng Shui master, he has proficiently mastered various skills such as fortune-telling and deduction, eliminating demons and ghosts, and searching for acupuncture points at a young age. However, his only shortcoming is... his mouth is too poisonous, and every task is successfully completed Afterwards, the client left crying.

In the end, I don’t know if I owed my mouth too much or was hacked from behind. On a sunny afternoon, Master Qiao was walking on the road in good condition, when he was struck by a thunderbolt here, and became some kind of damn anchor. Talking to the camera like a silly hat, like a monkey performing arts on the street.

Qiao Guanglan didn't know why he came here, what to do, or whether he could go back.

Life is really lonely like snow, thinking about it like this, it seems that the bleak autumn wind is even more bleak.

He silently pulled the zipper up.

And the world—what a fucking weird thing!All kinds of supernatural events emerge in endlessly, but everyone is still used to it, as if the fact that there are ghosts and monsters in the world is a completely acceptable objective fact for them. Walking on the street, it is possible to encounter all kinds of ghosts. All sorts of weird supernatural beings.

Like... now!

In the dark alley, the little girl's screams suddenly sounded, Qiao Guanglan raised his head suddenly, and found a black figure as tall as a person approaching a six or seven-year-old girl directly in front of him, and the sharp claws seemed to be close to him. Going to grab the little girl's head.

"go away!"

With a loud shout, he took a few steps forward, lowered his legs and retracted his body, and suddenly kicked the opponent's door with a kick!

The black figure used his arm to protect his face, but he grabbed his arm and threw it over his shoulder, throwing his huge body of more than two meters out.

With a flick of her finger, Qiao Guanglan hit a silver-white Forgetting Curse between the eyebrows of the weeping little girl, walked forward by herself, took a picture of the monster lying on the ground with her mobile phone, and grabbed it out of nowhere.

There seemed to be a moonlight gathered on the fingertips, and a few dark lights flashed in the air, and the monster had turned into a puddle of powder.

Seeing that the little girl's parents had already come from another direction, Qiao Guanglan didn't stop and left the alley.

His home here is a small apartment with one bedroom and one living room. The original owner seems to be very withdrawn, and he hasn't seen him living with any relatives or friends, but it's fine to be alone, which is just convenient for Qiao Guanglan.

When he entered the house, a ghost floated out from behind him, and Qiao Guanglan locked the door out.

The jade slip on his chest shone slightly, and then quickly dimmed again.

He woke up in the original owner's house, changed his body, changed his world, he didn't know if he would go back or not, and he didn't understand the current situation. The jade slips that were held followed miraculously.

The jade slips are not big, and according to the legend, they have the ability to express the secrets of heaven. At this moment, four characters are displayed on it with golden light-"Follow the situation".

Qiao Guanglan pondered for a moment, trying to figure out what this meant, so let him be the original owner first and work hard to find the corpse.

He tried to touch the top of the jade slip with his hand, but there was no response.

Qiao Guanglan put down the jade pendant, threw the backpack aside, found the writing brush and cinnabar bought during the day, dipped it in, pulled a piece of white paper, and drew on it.

There seemed to be a golden light flashing on the paper, the brush did not lift, and the talisman was formed instantly. As soon as Qiao Guanglan let go, it stood up from the table spontaneously, fluttering up, and was at the same level as his eyes.

At that moment, the line of sight changed instantly, and he had a panoramic view of the entire room, everything in the room was clearly presented in front of him, including the bed, behind the door, and the gaps between the furniture... everything in one glance.

No, no, no Zombies, Terracotta Warriors, and Iron Man.

Qiao Guanglan shook his head, snapped his fingers, and looked back.

The alarm clock beeped, twelve o'clock arrived, and a new day started again, and the blood red on his wrist expanded a little more.

The ghost who followed him home followed him like a shadow, and Youyou poked out half of its head from the corner of the wall. Seeing that Qiao Guanglan was not wearing gloves, it seemed that he had no intention of photographing him for the time being. He relaxed his whole body and poked his head out of the wall.

"Body……"

Qiao Guanglan didn't even turn his head, just put his fingers together, and shouted: "Respect my order, all evil spirits will be eradicated!"

The talisman floating in mid-air rushed over like a sharp arrow, "BANG"!The ghost was thrown back into the wall again.

Ghost: "QAQ!!!"

Qiao Guanglan said, "Do you know why Ning Caichen took a concubine?"

ghost:"……?"

"Because Xiaoqian talks a lot."

ghost:"……"

Qiao Guanglan smiled: "Don't lose my love for you, or your ghost life will be much more difficult."

After he finished speaking, he went back to bed and went to sleep - there will be a live broadcast early tomorrow morning.