I became popular in the realm of yin and yang by live broadcast

At the gate of Moral Education Middle School, ten o'clock at night.

Xie Shuling looked up at the dark campus, and habitually took out his mobile phone to open the live broadcast room to start the live broadcast, when he suddenly remembered something, tapped on the screen and put the mobile phone back.

I almost forgot. In the afternoon, the company has opened the Jifu live broadcast app for the mobile phone. The hidden camera surrounds him 360 degrees in the air. Just open the app to activate the camera. The live broadcast can not only be shown to the audience in Jifu, but also directly connected to He is on the small live broadcast platform in the world, so that human audiences can also see it.

This is much more convenient, and he doesn't have to hold up his mobile phone to broadcast live every time.

Xie Shuling didn't step into the campus right away. This was not the deserted school outside the school. The gate of the middle school in front of him was locked, and he had to find a way to turn over to get in.

"Do you feel anything?" Xie Shuling habitually tapped the writing brush hanging around his neck.

"There are four ghosts in total, a hanged ghost, a jumping ghost, a drowning ghost, and a—"

The writing brush paused at this point, and swayed slightly between Xie Shuling's neck, and the soft wolf hair brushed Xie Shuling's collarbone, feeling a little itchy.

Xie Shuling asked: "Is the last one a troublesome guy?"

According to past experience, whenever the brush looks like this, it means that the ghost encountered is probably a powerful character, and he is "charging" in advance.

On the day when Xie Shuling came of age, Maobi suddenly proposed that he would charge the battery in advance before attacking powerful ghosts. The charging method was to rub Xie Shuling's collarbone.

Xie Shuling asked him at the time: "Why this way?"

The brush answered him inscrutablely: "I am a lonely ghost, and I need to suck your yang energy."

Xie Shuling inexplicably agreed to this request, and has long been used to it over the years.

The writing brush was still brushing Xie Shuling's left and right collarbones, and the wolf hairs drooped straight from the beginning to slightly upturned later, as if quite satisfied.

He swayed and rubbed his collarbone, then returned to the middle position and replied: "It's a living soul, it smells strange, and it smells like a ghost."

At this time, the white barrage was intimidated by Xie Shuling standing at the school gate and talking to himself.

[Is the anchor talking to the air?No way, no way, if you don't know the supernatural live broadcast, you really engage in this kind of embarrassment, right?When my friend recommended me yesterday, he also said that there is a ghost in the live broadcast room of the anchor, but now I look at it, and it is completely the same routine as other live broadcasts of supernatural beings. 】

[I watched the live broadcast of the bus yesterday, so I paid attention to it. Why is this all today?There is no need to talk to the air, let the real ghost come out! 】

[The new fans in front don't make a fuss, okay?As an old fan, the anchor is not talking to the air, but talking to the brush necklace around his neck. 】

[The newcomer asks, what the hell is talking to the necklace?Necklace Ghost? 】

[God!Wasn't yesterday's live broadcast just a hand coming out of his necklace to help him beat the water ghost? 】

[He must be communicating with his own ghost in advance!Ahhhhh, doesn't this mean that another real ghost is about to appear in this school! 】

The red barrage was concerned about another matter.

[I saw it yesterday. There is a ghost in the thing hanging around the anchor's neck, but I can't tell what it is. 】

[By the way, the living soul that the ghost with the writing brush said is not the kind of living soul I know, right?The soul of a living person leaves the body? 】

[No, a living soul will not have the breath of a ghost, will it? 】

[How long does it take for a ghost to emerge from our underworld?How can such a cherished species be a living soul? I think the brush ghost is just talking nonsense. 】

[Don't care if it's a soul, if it's a ghost, then it's something to watch, brothers! 】

Xie Shuling has seen so many ghosts since he was a child, and the living soul and the ghost are naturally among them, but he has never seen a combination of the two.

He walked to the campus wall to measure the height, swinging his legs to exercise his muscles and bones.

"Whatever it is, just go in and have a look."

Sports specialty student Xie Shuling climbed over the wall as fast as a swift cat. He jumped up, grabbed the top of the wall with both hands, and then pushed up. He pushed his body down with a pull-up posture, and then pressed his hands on the top of the wall. , turned around into the wall, jumped down suddenly, and landed firmly on the lawn.

In the middle of the night, the campus was silent, the teaching buildings were all pitch black, and the only few dormitory buildings turned off the lights early because it was the time to turn off the lights.

Xie Shuling looked around first, and then decided to go to the teaching building to check the situation.

As soon as he stepped into the teaching building, a gust of dark wind rushed towards his face. It was autumn at this time, and the night wind was cool. When this dark wind blew, Xie Shuling shivered.

Two full-length mirrors with a width of about two meters are placed on both sides of the hall, which is convenient for students to organize their appearance. In front of them is the stairs leading to the upper floor. Several wooden handrails have been mottled and look a little old.

Xie Shuling stood in the center of the hall, and the full-length mirrors on both sides reflected his figure. His slender figure was dressed in ordinary shirts and trousers, but he couldn't hide the graceful muscles on his arms exposed by rolling up his sleeves.

Some moonlight came in and sprinkled on the mirror surface, reflecting the soft and firm lines of his side face. A pair of slightly round eyes added a little childishness to the whole cold face, which made people feel close to him.

In this silent hall, another figure appeared in the mirror on the left at some point, with bright red patches on the blue and white school uniform, and the figure in the mirror was standing behind Xie Shuling with his head down.

Xie Shuling looked at the mirror on the left from the corner of his eye, turned around and walked towards the mirror.

As he got closer, the person in the mirror got closer and closer, almost touching his back.

The moment Xie Shuling stopped in front of the mirror, blood-red traces suddenly appeared on the smooth mirror.

The traces from light to thick, gradually emerged into a line of words.

【You're dead set! 】

Four big characters in blood red appeared on the mirror, and the exclamation mark behind it was particularly thick, reflecting the owner's excited emotions.

Can you not be excited?In the middle of the night, a human appeared in a haunted school. What a chance to scare people. It was a carnival night for ghosts.

Xie Shuling quietly watched the ghost behind him raise his head, his eyeballs fell off his bloodied face, and the flesh on his cheek was also bloody, which can be called the standard appearance of a ghost.

The standard-faced ghost smiled sadly at Xie Shuling, and slowly raised his finger to point to the big blood-red characters on the mirror.

While looking at him, Xie Shuling put his hand into his trouser pocket, and he was about to take out the things in his pocket soon!

At this time, the atmosphere of the barrage reached its peak.

White barrage.

[Oh my god, the ghost this time is much scarier than yesterday's one! ! !I am really scared!Ask for bullet screen protection! 】

[The anchor is really awesome, this is the first supernatural anchor who can appear ghosts in the live broadcast room! 】

[If you have seen a ghost, it is indeed a real ghost. 】

[The brother in front must also have yin and yang eyes!In this way, the anchor has a yin and yang eye! 】

[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, did you not notice a typo hahahaha! ! 】

[Hahahahaha this ghost is funnier than Jenny Turtle Water Ghost yesterday! 】

Red barrage.

[It's embarrassing for us, didn't the underworld start ghost education?You didn't have much culture before you died, so you should study and study after death! 】

[This obsessive-compulsive disorder really can't stand typos!Let him rewrite it! 】

[Isn't the anchor pulling out a weapon?Get rid of this illiterate ghost! 】

[One thing to say, there is nothing innovative about the way ghosts scare humans now, it's still old-fashioned and boring. 】

Xie Shuling's hand stretched out from his pocket!

I saw him approaching the mirror with a marker pen, made a big cross on the word "order", and then wrote "ding" underneath.

It's too difficult for him, it's okay to face the ugly ghost behind him, and now he has to correct his typo, what kind of extra work is this!

The ghost behind him froze, and there seemed to be a trace of embarrassment on that bloody face.

Bring the habit of typo before death to after death.

After Xie Shuling corrected the typo, he turned around and faced the typo ghost.

The typo ghost was still frozen in place. Seeing Xie Shuling turn his head and look directly at him, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why does this human... seem to be able to see him?

Otherwise, why keep looking into his eyes?

Since the typo ghost became a ghost, he frightened his classmates and teased the teacher every day at school, and everyone was frightened by him.

What happened to this good-looking boy today?Not only was he not afraid, he also corrected his typo, and now he dares to look directly at him!

For the first time, the typo ghost felt a little uneasy. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Xie Shuling's eyes, as if testing a blind person.

Xie Shuling said calmly: "Five."

The typo ghost didn't react at first, and then suddenly looked at his open palm, didn't he just make a "five"!

He can not only see, but also provoke him!

The typo ghost's short career as a ghost was impacted, and suddenly a kind of unwillingness mixed with dissatisfaction rushed to his heart.

He was bullied by his classmates when he was alive, and how could he be provoked by humans after his death? He can't be useless anymore!

At the beginning, the typo ghost who only intended to scare Xie Shuling was completely angry. He turned his fingers into claws and grabbed Xie Shuling's face.

I'll scratch your pretty face first!

Xie Shuling dodged lightly, and walked sideways directly behind the typo ghost.

When the voice of the brush came out, there seemed to be a slight smile: "I come?"

Xie Shuling copied behind the typo ghost, picked up the broom standing by the wall, and swung it hard at the typo ghost.

"Need not."

This kind of ghost who doesn't seem to have a good head is usually very weak, and he doesn't need his brush to shoot.

The broom hit the Typo ghost solidly, and he was slammed into the mirror.

Since becoming a ghost, he has only dared to tease people in the school, and has no actual combat experience, so the typo ghost was stunned.

This human is not only not afraid of him, but also dares to beat him?

The typo ghost was photographed sticking to the mirror, he immediately tore himself off, turned around and rushed towards Xie Shuling.

I will let you taste the power of ghosts tonight!

Xie Shuling waved the broom again, and the typo ghost was photographed on the mirror again with a "snap", sticking firmly.

At this moment, two voices suddenly rang in Xie Shuling's ears one after another.

['I'm most afraid of ghosts' presents you with a rocket ride! 】

['Mengpo soup is super delicious' presents you with a ferry boat! 】

Xie Shuling's round eyes bent, and immediately danced twice in the air with the broom.

Now that I am working in the underworld, Granny Meng said that there is no need to verbally thank the gift during the live broadcast, so let's show the audience your talents!

The few times Xie Shuling swung the broom seemed to have a flowing charm. In the blink of an eye, it seemed that what he was holding was not a broom, but a brush for him to splash ink and freehand.