Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

After reading the synopsis of the plot, Song Yanqing only felt that this world was just an ordinary female ghost husband. He looked at the red cloth in his hand a little strangely, and Mo Nanchen's smile appeared in his mind.

Song Yanqing couldn't hold back a smirk, and was stared at by the young man who was pulling up his trousers.

The young man had colorfully dyed hair, he blushed and spat out the smoke, and muttered something.

Song Yanqing listened carefully, she was praising him for his good looks.

The young man's eyes flicked back and forth, and halfway through the flicker he suddenly said hesitantly, "Did you hear the crying?"

"What cry?" Song Yanqing was about to leave when he heard the young man's voice and turned to look in doubt.

The young man turned his back to the large mirror in the toilet, and talked to him while shaking the water from his hand.

"Hey, I asked you something." Seeing that Song Yanqing didn't answer, the young man said again: "There was really crying."

Song Yanqing didn't speak, he stared blankly at the mirror in the bathroom.The mirror reflected the door of the toilet, the person standing in front of the door, and the woman lying on the wall of the door frame.

Song Yanqing looked up in a daze, only to see the wall of the toilet, there was nothing on it.

He looked at the opposite side again, and the woman in the mirror was lying on top of him, with thick and messy black hair almost hanging down in front of his eyes.

A mouth was grinning under the hair, and the crying sound came from that mouth.

"Can you see it?" Song Yanqing pointed to the mirror and said softly, "There seems to be something in the mirror."

The young man turned his head, and Song Yanqing only saw that the expression on his face froze for a moment, then he turned around abruptly, pointed at the door frame and said falteringly, "What is that?"

Song Yanqing felt that something had touched the top of his head, and a chilly breath directly passed into his body, Song Yanqing was shivering from the cold.

He raised his head to face a pair of dark and empty eyes, Song Yanqing let out a heck, took two steps to the side, and tilted his head to observe carefully.

He poked the system and shouted: "What is this?"

[This is a ghost, Mr. Song. ] The system explained.

It was Song Yanqing's first time to see a ghost, he looked at the ghost in novelty, the female ghost mechanically raised her head, and looked at him resentfully.

Maybe it's because I'm used to seeing Mo Nanchen smashing people's heads with bare hands, but now looking at this kind of female ghost with a healthy head, Song Yanqing still thinks she's a little fresh.

Song Yanqing thought that this was really new, and he greeted the young man whose feet had softened a long time ago: "Look, a rare species."

The young man shivered and shrank under the sink, wishing he could tuck himself in.

Song Yanqing has worked as a Zuo protector for a long time, and has developed the intuition that a martial arts master should have....He felt that the ghost wanted to kill him, but he didn't know why he hesitated to go forward.

One person and one ghost stared at each other for a long time, probably the female ghost finally couldn't stand Song Yanqing's overly hot gaze.She turned her stiff head, turned her whole head around.

Under Song Yanqing's vigilant eyes, she opened her mouth suddenly and spit out a pile of sewage in his face.

Song Yanqing couldn't dodge in time and was drenched all over.

When he was in the last world, Song Yanqing was often sprayed with brains in the face, so he adapted well and didn't have any psychological pressure.

He took off his stained glasses, and when he looked at the female ghost not far away, he could barely see something over there.

This body is myopic,

The shivering young man couldn't take it anymore, he opened his mouth and screamed, and was about to run outside.

The female ghost covered the door tightly, so the young man dared not go in, and the window of the toilet was high.He screamed in panic, and crawled to the toilet cubicle.

I don't know why the doors of each compartment are locked. The young man grabbed the door one by one, and only opened the door of the last compartment.

Without looking back, he got in and slammed the door of the compartment behind him.

The female ghost was still crying, twisting her joints, like a spider, crawling along the wall with hands and feet, towards Song Yanqing.

Song Yanqing was a little scared at this time, he picked up the mop beside him, and stepped back carefully.

'What should I do, she seems determined to kill me. 'Song Yanqing said to the system.

[Mission target He Chuanhua is a Taoist priest, the system advises Mr. Song to seek help from him. ] The system said.

Song Yanqing thought for a while, squeezed her throat and called out for help, but no one paid any attention to him.

The young man screamed for a long time. Logically speaking, people outside had heard it long ago, but no one has come in to check the situation.

Song Yanqing thought for a moment, and suddenly found that the toilet was unusually quiet.

This public toilet is not far from the street, but there is no sound of traffic coming in.

The ordinary wooden door seemed to separate two worlds.

Song Yanqing gripped the mop tightly and scanned the surroundings.It was pitch black outside the toilet window, with no light coming in.

The young man hid in the toilet cubicle and did not dare to make a sound. The doors of the other closed cubicles were not opened, and the whole toilet was as quiet as if he was the only one.

The female ghost kept whimpering, sharp and ear-piercing, which gave Song Yanqing a headache.

He remembered that the live broadcast time agreed by this body and the fans was [-]:[-] pm, and he originally planned to go back to have a good sleep later, after all, the abandoned school was more than two hours away from his home by car.

And now he has been in this small men's room, staring at a female ghost who came out of nowhere for nearly 10 minutes.

The sewage vomited on him by the female ghost made him feel uncomfortable all over. After the initial novelty passed, Song Yanqing gradually lost his patience.

"What's the matter with you?" Song Yanqing asked after wiping the dirty water from his face.

The female ghost didn't answer, and still let out an ugly cry.

Song Yanqing couldn't take it anymore, he said coldly, "Don't cry!"

The woman raised her head, her movements were so wide that Song Yanqing could even hear her bones cracking.

Under Song Yanqing's vigilant gaze, she rushed over.

Song Yanqing had been doing Zuo Dharma for a long time, he subconsciously swiped the mop, and hit the female ghost's face heavily.

Probably she had never seen a mop used to beat a ghost. The female ghost's head was turned around, and she looked down at Song Yanqing opposite, and it took a while to realize what happened.

Song Yanqing still wanted to move, but the non-existent system suddenly said: "Master Mo's evil spirit still remains on the cloth strip, the system suggests that Mr. Song attack directly with his right hand, the effect may be better than mopping the cloth." '

Hearing this, Song Yanqing threw the mop at the female ghost's face, he showed a gentle smile at the female ghost, raised his fist flauntingly, pointed to the red cloth on his wrist and said, "Look, I have Lao Gong, do you have it. "

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When He Chuanhua walked into the women's toilet, there happened to be an aunt washing her hands.He Chuanhua, who was still observing Yin Qi, was stunned on the spot. The aunt sized him up a few times, her eyes fell on his chest, her eyes showed a clear look, and she walked out while muttering: "Why are all the little girls like this now? .”

He Chuanhua touched his chest. Although he didn't understand what happened, it was probably his protruding chest muscles that saved him.

He squinted his eyes and looked around, and went straight to the toilet cubicle where the most gloomy air was.

A woman's cry could be faintly heard in the cubicle, and He Chuanhua raised his hand and knocked on the door, frowning and said: "Excuse me, the toilet is being repaired, is there anyone inside?"

The crying stopped abruptly, and He Chuanhua knocked on the door again and said, "Maintenance, is anyone here, the toilet is about to be locked."

No one answered his words, it seemed that the crying just now was just his illusion.

The smell of blood permeated the air, and He Chuanhua heard something strange.He looked down, there was a pool of blood flowing out from the crack of the door, his white sneakers were stained with blood, and there was still a little bit of black dirt on them.

He Chuanhua looked at the shoes, his face was a little ugly.He only brought a pair of shoes with him before going out, not even a change of clothes.

"Since you still don't come out, then I'll be rude." He Chuanhua said, making a farewell with one hand and said: "Looking at a piece of grass in Nanshan, Dalang chops it, Erlang carries it... three steps, one disaster, five steps Once it falls, the three souls will die, and the seven souls will die, I obey the order of the Taishang Laojun!"

He quickly finished chanting the spell, and a woman's shrill cry came from the compartment.He Chuanhua waited for a while, then slammed the door of the compartment.

There was no one in the cubicle, so He Chuanhua walked in, only to see a pile of black hair going down the toilet and into the sewer.

This is just an unconscious wraith, He Chuanhua pressed the flush button to flush away the blood remaining in the toilet, so as not to scare the people behind.

The blood on the ground has disappeared, but his shoes are still dirty.He Chuanhua stomped his feet uncomfortably, thinking that he had to find a stable job as soon as possible.

His voice just now was not too low, there seemed to be no one else here, and that woman was not here.

He Chuanhua saw the woman walk into the public toilet with his own eyes, he thought for a moment, then turned to look at the mirror in the toilet.

Preparing for the worst, he reached out and touched the mirror. After feeling it for a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, that woman did not encounter the mirror ghost.

Just as He Chuanhua was about to go out, a few female students just walked in the door.

They looked blankly at He Chuanhua who was standing in the women's toilet, and one of them deliberately pushed out to see the sign on the door.

"Maintenance." He Chuanhua patted his bulging satchel and said in a blunt tone: "The last compartment is blocked, don't use it."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about the female student's reaction, and walked out without changing his face.

Those female students were whispering behind his back, but He Chuanhua didn't care, all he was thinking about was that woman now.

A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in He Chuanhua's mind, and he tilted his head to look at the closed door of the men's room opposite.Feeling the yin there, he reached out to push the door with a little hesitation.

He just held the doorknob, only feeling a biting cold.Shocked in his heart, he took out the charm in his satchel, pushed the door open and walked in.

The toilet was in a mess, with broken mops lying across and broken glass scattered on the floor.

The woman who had made him worry all the time was now leaning against the sink, pulling off her collar, and smoking a cigarette with a deep expression on her face.

The woman turned her head and glanced at him, then extinguished the cigarette, wrapped it in a tissue and threw it into the trash can.

He Chuanhua turned his head to look at the urinal beside him, and confirmed that it was indeed a men's toilet.He looked at the mirror behind the woman again, there was still yin on it.

He Chuanhua didn't know what to say for a moment, and Song Yanqing thought it was amused to see the young Taoist priest's dumbfounded look.It just so happened that this person was his mission target this time, so he simply walked up to the man, tilted his head and smiled and said, "You followed me all the way, what can you do with me?"

He Chuanhua wanted to talk about many things, such as why you entered the men's restroom, and what you did to that female ghost.

He originally thought that this was just an ordinary woman, but now it seems that this may be a man who can exorcise ghosts and demons.

The two sides stalemate for a long time, and He Chuanhua calmly said: "Little... sir, your seal is black, and there may be a bloody disaster recently, you should take off the red cloth on your hand."

Song Yanqing immediately covered her right wrist and shook her head firmly.

He Chuanhua looked at the black air on his wrist, and continued: "The ghost often stings where you touch the red cloth, and the Yin air on it will enter your body little by little."

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Song Yanqing said to the man who was a head taller than her.

He Chuanhua said disapprovingly: "You know how to exorcise ghosts, so you will naturally understand this. Why do you have to carry it?"

Song Yanqing found that He Chuanhua was very stubborn and liked to speak directly.

He shook the sewage on his hand and said, "I like it."

He Chuanhua didn't speak any more, just looked at him quietly, his eyes were full of worry.

"I said, since you all know that I can exorcise ghosts, you still don't care what I do." Song Yanqing took out another cigarette, lit it up, took a deep breath and blew a smoke ring at He Chuanhua.

He Chuanhua coughed from choking, he squinted his eyes and looked behind Song Yanqing, the red phantom seemed to be more obvious.

Song Yanqing grinned and blew a smoke ring at him again.He Chuanhua pursed his lips and was a little annoyed. Just as he was about to say something, his gaze inadvertently swept across Song Yanqing's chest, and then quickly moved away. He forcibly swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

At the same time, a system notification came from Song Yanqing's mind: [The Taoist's dependence on you is 20/100, evaluation: pink. ]

Song Yanqing looked at the expressionless He Chuanhua in surprise, and said to the system, "What did he say about pink?" '

[Mr. Song, your clothes are wet. ] The system replied.

Song Yanqing looked down, her chest was wet, and she could vaguely see the pink underwear.

The man on the opposite side looked at him seriously. Although the dependence value dropped quickly, Song Yanqing still couldn't forget that pink.

It may be that pink interrupted her train of thought, or it may be that she realized that Song Yanqing would not listen to her own advice.He Chuanhua didn't mention the red cloth anymore, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Song Yanqing, saying, "I rarely use it, it's very clean, you can use it to wipe the water off your face."

Song Yanqing smiled, and took out a pack of tissues from her satchel.

He raised his hand to He Chuanhua, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's delicious."

He Chuanhua avoided Song Yanqing's gaze, lowered his head and quietly put away the handkerchief.

Song Yanqing thought he was embarrassed, and was about to say something to ease it up, when the system's voice came from his mind.

[The dependence value of the target task on you is 30/100, evaluation: His hands are so beautiful. ]

Song Yanqing let out a long sigh in his heart, he understood that although his demeanor was calm and his behavior was reserved, his mission goal this time was actually to control his appearance.

'I always feel that if I tease him a few more times, his dependence on me will become one hundred. 'Song Yanqing said.

[Mr. Song can try. ] The system replied.

For some reason, Song Yanqing could hear a hint of banter from the flat voice of the system.

When Song Yanqing was talking to the system, He Chuanhua had already recovered his composure, which can be seen from his dependence value of only 1.

A man's voice came from outside. He Chuanhua didn't want to cause trouble, so he nodded to Song Yanqing and prepared to leave.

Song Yanqing didn't understand his hint, and just as he was about to leave with him, he suddenly remembered something.

He turned his head to look at the last compartment, gave a light snort, and raised his voice: "Brother, come out, the ghost has already been beaten away by me."

The cubicle was silent, no one answered.

He Chuanhua paused, turned around and frowned, "Is there someone in the last compartment?"

Song Yanqing nodded and said, "I watched that person run in."

He Chuanhua looked at the black air looming on the compartment door, stopped Song Yanqing, and walked to the compartment door first.

He made a tactic with one hand and slammed the door open.

Song Yanqing stood behind him and looked in. There was no one in the toilet cubicle.

"Where are people?" Song Yanqing asked blankly.

He Chuanhua walked into the cubicle, he looked at the flushing toilet, his face became more and more ugly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Yanqing followed him, stood beside him looking down into the toilet in a dignified manner.

He Chuanhua thought that he could also exorcise ghosts, so he pointed to the toilet with a solemn face and said, "I only heard from Master, but I have never seen such a situation."

Song Yanqing blinked, staring at the toilet, he couldn't see anything except a few dark yellow stains.

He Chuanhua continued to think: "The situation is not good, it is still noon, and it will only be more dangerous at night."

Song Yanqing nodded earnestly, and He Chuanhua turned to look at him and said, "What happened to that ghost just now? Did you drive it out or kill it directly?"

Song Yanqing said in her heart that I don't know, I just chased her and hammered her for a while, and the ghost disappeared after hammering and hammering.

He Chuanhua was still looking at him, and Song Yanqing had pretended to be a Taoist priest enough, he thought for a while and said frankly: "Actually, I don't know how to exorcise ghosts."

He Chuanhua was rummaging for something in his satchel, but he didn't react for a while, he asked suspiciously: "But what happened to the ghost on the mirror, that ghost has a lot of grievances, and ordinary people are afraid that it will be unlucky to meet her." No, it doesn't look like you..."

Song Yanqing touched the red cloth and said, "Ghosts are afraid of evil people, so I'm fine."

He Chuanhua glanced at him, and there was a slight smile on his expressionless face, and he said softly: "I know how to make faces, and you look very kind." The implication is that he doesn't believe what he said.

Guessing that he would catch ghosts, He Chuanhua wiped the water off the toilet lid with a handkerchief, checked around the cubicle, and finally pasted a yellow talisman on the toilet lid.

He casually put the handkerchief back into his pocket, Song Yanqing looked at his skillful movements, and thought it was a good thing he didn't really wipe his face with it just now.

"What is this for?" Song Yanqing reached out to touch the talisman curiously, and He Chuanhua quickly grabbed his wrist.

His hand happened to touch the red cloth strip on Song Yanqing's wrist, and a chill directly penetrated into He Chuanhua's body. He subconsciously made a tactic, but stopped his hand movements after hearing Song Yanqing's voice.

Song Yanqing noticed his abnormality, and asked, "What's wrong?"

He Chuanhua looked at the red phantom hugging Song Yanqing from behind, pursed his lips and said, "This is the ghost-suppressing talisman, with it, the things hidden inside will not come out for a while."

Regarding Song Yanqing's question, He Chuanhua didn't think too much about it. There are many exorcism factions in this world, and not everyone who can exorcise ghosts understands spells.He only thought that Song Yanqing had taken another path, fearing that he would not understand, he explained: "This ghost died unjustly and tragically. The toilet is inherently dark, and I am not good enough to deal with it. But it cannot be separated from it." This men's toilet, use a spell to control it in the cubicle, so it can't go out to harm people."

Song Yanqing looked left and right, but couldn't see where the dirty thing He Chuanhua was talking about was. He thought for a while and asked, "Is that man still saved?"

A trace of sadness flashed in He Chuanhua's eyes, he slowly shook his head and said, "I can't see anyone, probably something happened."

Song Yanqing was dumbfounded, there was only one small cubicle this big.There was only one toilet and no windows inside. He saw people running into it with his own eyes, so why did he disappear now.

He Chuanhua didn't seem to want to mention this matter again, Song Yanqing heard him say in a deep voice: "Ghost messengers should come to seduce souls, you can ask them when the time comes, just report the matter of the evil ghosts, if there are no ghost messengers, then the matter will be closed." Seriously."

Although Song Yanqing couldn't understand what he said, he still felt that He Chuanhua was very powerful.

He Chuanhua walked out of the cubicle and closed the door carefully.

Song Yanqing looked at it for a while and said, "It's useless for you to do this, and the person who cleans the toilet will tear your things up."

"No." He Chuanhua smiled gently and said, "This is a yellow talisman, and anyone who sees it will understand what it represents."

He had just finished speaking when two drunken men walked into the toilet together.

They were startled by the glass shards scattered all over the floor, and when they saw Song Yanqing, the two left the men's room muttering again.

Not long after, a woman's yelling came from the women's room. Song Yanqing listened carefully, and it was a tough aunt who was scolding them for being hooligans.

He Chuanhua was agitating the door of the cubicle, when he heard the voice from the women's toilet, he quietly turned his head and looked at Song Yanqing, and after a while he whispered, "Do you like to wear skirts?"

Song Yanqing hummed, He Chuanhua turned his head away and stopped talking, holding a yellow talisman between his slender fingers and gesturing back and forth on the door, muttering something.

Song Yanqing had long since lost her sleepiness, she tilted her head and leaned over to watch curiously.

The door of the men's room was kicked open, Song Yanqing looked back, but saw a drunk man walking straight towards him.

He grabbed Song Yanqing's wrist and cursed, Song Yanqing could barely hear what he meant from the pile of dirty words.

He was scolding him for being a man or a woman, and standing in the men's toilet was disgusting.

Upon hearing this, Song Yanqing was not happy, he said to himself, who are you scolding, your tits may not be as big as mine.

That man drank too much wine, his hands lost their sense of proportion, and Song Yanqing's body lacked exercise, and his wrists turned red after a while.

He Chuanhua was inconvenient to stop halfway through the mantra.Seeing this situation, he frowned and spoke faster.

Song Yanqing shook his hands in dissatisfaction, while the drunk was talking nonsense, he reached out to pull his skirt.

Song Yanqing poohed, followed by pulling the drunk man's pants.

Because Song Yanqing was wearing a dress, and the drunk was wearing a belt around his waist.

The two confronted each other for a long time, and neither of them took off the other's clothes.

He Chuanhua over there finally finished reciting the spell. He stuck the spell on the door, turned to look at the drunk and said coldly, "Let him go."

The drunk man ignored him, He Chuanhua forcefully broke away the drunk man's hand, dragged Song Yanqing behind him and said apologetically, "I'm sorry I couldn't be distracted just now, are you okay?"

"No." Song Yanqing touched his wrist and said, "It just hurts."

Before He Chuanhua had time to speak, the drunk man watched them scold them as gays, and staggered into a cubicle.

He Chuanhua looked down at Song Yanqing's wrist, wanting to ask if he was okay.Song Yanqing pointed to the cubicle where the drunk was, and said, "What about your yellow talisman if someone like him comes to the toilet?"

He Chuanhua stopped talking, Song Yanqing shrugged and said, "I just said this method won't work, this is a public place after all."

He Chuanhua began to touch his bulging satchel again, and he searched for a long time but couldn't find anything that could cope with the current situation.

He withdrew his hand in a little disappointment, his eyes fixed on the door of the toilet cubicle.He Chuanhua, who had been silent until the drunk man snored in the toilet, said, "I'll stay here until night."

Song Yanqing thought he had heard wrong, so he let out an ah.He Chuanhua explained: "It is very likely that a person has died here, and if we let it go, maybe something will happen again. Now it is daytime and ghosts can't come out. There are many people here, and the ghost-suppressing charm is easy to be torn off. Wait here until night, so as not to cause another incident."

Song Yanqing was stunned, and said to the system: "This is probably the good guy in the legend that I can't understand." '

[In the original setting, exorcising ghosts and demons is He Chuanhua's lifelong pursuit, which is his belief. ] The system replied: [According to the setting, he will do his best to fulfill his responsibilities and missions. ]

Song Yanqing is a person who has no faith, plus he has seen too many dead people, and many people were killed in the last world.

When she first found out that the young man might have been killed, Song Yanqing still had a little feeling.

Now he touched his conscience, which was alive and kicking, and said to the system: "My conscience doesn't hurt at all, I think I'm really a ruthless person. '

He Chuanhua seems to have made up his mind to stay here until night. Obtaining his reliance value is not a compulsory task, and Song Yanqing has no persistence in staying with him in the public toilet all night. He greets He Chuanhua and prepares to leave.

He Chuanhua stared at the red cloth strip, took out a string of Buddhist beads from his bosom and handed it to Song Yanqing, saying, "I've opened them all, you are prone to bumping into ghosts because of your Yin energy, even if you know how to exorcise ghosts, you still need to rest. Wearing it is also good for self-defense."

Song Yanqing took the beads, and said curiously: "Aren't you a Taoist priest, why do you have beads?"

He Chuanhua said: "I have learned a lot, and I know a little about everything. I have only learned these skills for consecration for less than half a year. They are not comparable to those of regular Buddhists, but they can still be used."

As a reward, Song Yanqing left a phone call and said that she could come to him if she needed something, and that he would definitely be able to help.

Before Song Yanqing left, He Chuanhua took off his coat and put it on Song Yanqing.

Song Yanqing asked him what was wrong, but he didn't say it directly, but he didn't start by saying: "Your clothes are wet, you catch cold easily."

And the notification sound in Song Yanqing's mind began to repeat 'pink' over and over again.

Although they didn't get along for a long time, Song Yanqing felt that He Chuanhua was a good person in the traditional sense, friendly and introverted with a strong sense of justice.

Song Yanqing thought to herself, she doesn't know how such a nice young man was forced to become a stubborn old man who kidnapped the heroine.

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At night, Song Yanqing arrived near the abandoned school at the appointed time.

This school is a famous ghost school nearby, and the taxis stopped by Song Yanqing were not willing to take him. In the end, he added another 30 yuan, and no one was willing to take him.

The courageous driver was a middle-aged man. While driving, he said to Song Yanqing who was touching up her makeup: "Little girl, don't blame uncle for meddling in his own business. It's really too intrusive over there. It's unlucky. Tian also heard from colleagues that people died there before.”

Because it was going to be a live broadcast, Song Yanqing deliberately picked out a beautiful purple dress.The little anchor makes money by live broadcasting, and he is not well-known yet. This dress is a brand. The little anchor gritted his teeth and stomped his feet to save for several months before buying it.

Song Yanqing didn't know how long she could live in this world, she might die tonight.He wanted to grab all the good clothes the little anchor bought while he was still alive, so as not to waste so much money on the little anchor.

The driver didn't hear Song Yanqing's answer, so he said to himself: "I also heard it from the guests when they were chatting, saying that the feng shui there is unlucky. It happened several times, and I didn't know why the first time. A female student was killed, and then three other girls committed suicide by jumping from the second floor."

Song Yanqing put away the small mirror and asked, "How did you commit suicide on the second floor without falling to death?"

The driver was startled by his voice, and he couldn't help but say: "Little girl, your voice sounds rough."

Song Yanqing smiled and said: "Misunderstood, uncle, I also raise birds."

The driver snorted, and said with deep emotion: "Actually, it's nothing. What kind of animation exhibition was there before? I saw a lot of guys like you at some other event. What's the name of one of them, Qi Qi? Or What are you praying for, I am as beautiful as you."

"I forgot when you interrupted me." He paused and continued: "Nobody can fall to death on the second floor, but the three female students threw their heads down and broke their necks. I don't know how to do it, Such a coincidence that they all went down straight, I heard that they looked like someone was holding them upside down and hitting the ground."

"No matter what the police did, it was suicide. Later, a student went crazy and set fire to it, burning most of the teaching building, and the school was abandoned."

After the driver finished speaking, he shivered first.He wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and when he saw the outline of the school from a long distance, he threw Song Yanqing down and said, "It's not far away, and we'll be there in ten minutes or so."

As he said that, he rolled up the window, kicked the accelerator and flew out.

Song Yanqing looked at the desolate streets around him, and then at the newly built mental hospital not far away, feeling a little scared in his heart.

He poked at the system and said, 'I'm not going to die here. '

[There is no plot, and the system is not very clear. ] The system replied.

Song Yanqing didn't expect to get much comfort from the system, he turned on his phone, adjusted the selfie stick, tidied his hair, and after making himself pretty, he started the live broadcast.

"Hi everyone, I'm Giant Sparrow Sauce, and I'll be arriving at the haunted G school soon." Song Yanqing squeezed her throat and said, "Thank you for the little firework thrown by 'What's Under the Girl's Skirt', and thank you for '嘤嘤嘤' The little □□…”

Song Yanqing blinked her eyes, and said sweetly: "Thank you for your support, today Juquejiang will work hard to die!"

The live broadcast room soon became lively, everyone was chatting about something, 'know men and go up', 'men add men'.

Song Yanqing didn't want to speak after saying a few words, I don't know what those fans think, anyway, he himself is disgusting enough.

While chatting with the fans, he walked towards G school.

When passing by the mental hospital, there were harsh screams from inside, and then the whole mental hospital was lit up.

Song Yanqing looked back inadvertently, only to see a psychopath hitting a glass window, and the nurse next to him was dragging him desperately.

It was a female patient, and Song Yanqing couldn't see her expression clearly from a distance away, but he always felt that the woman's eyes were staring straight at him.

He could even imagine the woman's eyes, Song Yanqing shook his head and put this weird thought behind him.

In the live broadcast room, people began to ask what happened, and Song Yanqing explained that there was something wrong with the mental patient.

He didn't meet the fans' request to broadcast the scene of a mental patient's illness, and ran away quickly, pretending to be scared.

The driver didn't lie to him, Song Yanqing saw the gate of the school after walking for almost 10 minutes.

This ghost school has been around for some years, and it still has a gate with iron railings, and there is a lock on it. Song Yanqing stretched out his hand and pulled hard, but the lock didn't budge.

"The main entrance can't be opened, let me see if there are other places I can get in." Song Yanqing smiled at the phone and said, "Do you want to see me, or do you want to see my perspective."

Those people yelled and said they wanted to see the giant bird girl, but Song Yanqing didn't turn the camera.

The school is divided into primary school and junior high school, covering an area that is not small.Song Yanqing walked around the school for a while before finding a small hole behind the weeds through which people could barely get through.

"I'm probably going to sneak through here." Song Yanqing brushed aside the weeds and said, "To be honest, wearing a skirt is really a stupid decision."

But Song Yanqing can wear anything but skirts, and the little anchor's wardrobe is short skirts except for dresses.

He lifted the hem of his skirt and stuffed the phone together with the holder.He pulled the weeds away, took off the silicone mat, and barely crawled in.

This hole leads to the back of the school. After Song Yanqing drills through it, not far away is the outdoor toilet of the elementary school.

He patted the soil on his body, picked up his phone and said, "I came in, the front is the outdoor toilet, and next to it should be the back door of the elementary school teaching building. If you want to see the outdoor toilet, you should go directly to the teaching building to find female students who committed suicide by jumping off the building place?"

A person called 'If you hesitate, you will lose' said: 'If you don't accept life and death, just do it, Quejiang, the toilet is the most shady, you go in for a walk, and if you come back alive, I will brush you to the top of the list. '

Immediately, a few people came out to hate him, and most of them were still trying to persuade Song Yanqing not to go into the outdoor bathroom.

In fact, Song Yanqing didn't want to go in either. In order to avoid arguing in the live broadcast room, he walked towards the back door of the teaching building while telling jokes with them.

In the middle of the speech, Song Yanqing suddenly stopped. He looked at the dark entrance of the outdoor toilet, and said softly, "Why is it so stinky here?"

There were comments in the live broadcast room, "Guazi's little hat": "It's been abandoned for so long, the poop has long since disappeared, why is it still smelly?" '

"Did I get an SSR today?": "Let's go, look at people. '

Song Yanqing took a quick glance, probably because most of the fans were female, the studio quickly agreed to let him enter the teaching building as soon as possible.

The stench in the air became more and more serious, and within a few minutes it became so strong that it made it difficult to breathe. Song Yanqing covered her nose and ran to the back door of the teaching building with small steps, and pulled the doorknob vigorously, but the iron door remained motionless.

"No, it can't be opened." Song Yanqing said helplessly after trying a few times.

When he opened his mouth to speak, the stench from the outdoor toilet immediately got into his nose, choking him to retch.

He covered his mouth and ran to the other side holding the selfie stick. The discussion in the live broadcast room suddenly paused, and then he started frantically swiping the screen.

Song Yanqing didn't have time to look at it, and when she walked around to the side of the teaching building, she let go of her hand and took a deep breath and said, "It's killing me, I haven't stayed in the men's room for so long today..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a series of messages in the live broadcast room.

'I've raised the price': 'Run, run, bird sauce! '

"Art is Pai Daxing": "What the hell was that just now, it's an actor, it's fake!" '

'I don't sell fertilizer': 'Damn it, shit is alive!I'm halfway to the bathroom, huh!I dare not pull! '

Song Yanqing knew that something had happened, and before he had time to turn around, the stench came again.

He took pictures with his mobile phone