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

Xie Shuling looked back after dancing the broom, and the typo ghost on the mirror had disappeared.

It runs quite fast.

At this time, on the roof of the teaching building, the typo ghost who had just escaped from Xie Shuling was sitting in the corner panting.

Such a cruel human being, how could someone not be afraid of ghosts?

Fortunately, he slipped away quickly, otherwise maybe that human would do something to him.

No, he has to inform the other two ghosts in the school, and don't take the initiative to send them to the door just for the sake of freshness.

As long as the three ghosts hide, the remaining one...

Thinking of this, a smile of anticipation appeared on the bloody face of the typo ghost.

Xie Shuling put the broom back in the corner, stretched his arms a few times, twisted his neck, and walked upstairs.

Maobi suddenly asked, "Why didn't you chase him?"

Ordinary stairs look a little dark at night, as if there is no end, there is no light in the stairwell, and there is a faint green light in the corridor on the upper floor, and the illuminated stairs are dim.

Xie Shuling stepped up calmly, stepping on the dark green light behind him.

"I'm here today for business, he's not the main character here."

Xie Shuling finally finished walking the stairs. He stood at the entrance of the corridor, looking at the deep corridor ahead.

"When I finish dealing with Li Gui, I'll go to the rooftop to find him."

From his appearance, one can tell that he is the ghost who jumped from the building among the ghosts in the school. Most likely, he has returned to his lair, and the ghost who died after jumping off the building will be trapped in the place where the building jumped.

On both sides of the corridor where Xie Shuling was, there were classrooms on this floor. At a glance, there were at least a dozen of them. The doors were closed, the windows were dark, and nothing could be seen.

The entrance to the stairs on the other side in the distance was filled with darkness, and the sign of the safety exit in the corner of the wall was glowing with a faint green light, echoing the stairs at this end.

The entire corridor illuminated is lush green.

At night, there was less noise from the students, and the surroundings were filled with silence. Occasionally, a few faint insects could be heard outside, which were blocked by the thick walls of the teaching building, and when they came in, they were already inaudible.

In this silence, a slight sound suddenly came from a certain classroom on the left ahead.

Creaking, as if something decayed was working hard.

Xie Shuling walked towards the noisy classroom.

The classroom door was not locked. With a slight push, it opened with a "squeak".

Xie Shuling looked up, and the "creaking" sound was the most common thing in the classroom, the ceiling fan on the ceiling.

In the empty classroom, the ceiling fan was still spinning, and along with it was the ghost hanging from the ceiling fan.

Xie Shuling frowned: "A hanged ghost?"

The hanged ghost stretched out his tongue and smiled sullenly with a pale face: "The broom man?"

The typo ghost who stood outside the window with only a pair of eyes exposed sighed.

This hanged ghost student was the most mischievous one in the class before. Hearing his report, not only did he not hide with him, but he insisted on facing difficulties.

The hanged ghost said: "If you can't scare him, it's because your skill is not strong enough. You should hide first, let me see!"

When Xie Shuling stepped into the classroom, he closed the door with his backhand.

He muttered in a low voice: "This one can't be let go again."

The typo ghost at the window closed his eyes, brother, you are almost gone.

The hanged ghost on the ceiling fan saw a human being who locked himself up with the ghost when he encountered a ghost for the first time, and his fighting spirit was high for a while.

He controlled the rope on the ceiling fan and strangled his neck even tighter, only to see that purple spots began to appear on his miserable face, and blood vessels burst out from under the skin, as if his entire face was about to burst.

A black and red tongue protruded from the mouth, much longer than a human tongue, dripping saliva.

Two black eyeballs popped out of their sockets in a state of suffocation, and blood dripped down his cheeks.

When he was hanged at that time, it was not so tragic, but now that he is a ghost and can control his appearance, it is natural to add scary things to the original basis to scare the broom man.

As the fan rotated, so did the hanged ghost hanging on it, and the moonlight poured into the classroom, illuminating his face alternately in light and dark, making him look even more ferocious.

At this time, the barrage became lively again.

White barrage.

[Oh my god, this ghost is scarier than the one just now!The moment the anchor opened the door, my heart stopped beating! 】

[It turns out that ghosts look so scary. Fortunately, I am not yin and yang. My mother asked me to take the special department exam, but I also refused. It seems that I made the right choice! 】

[The fans can brag too much, are these ghosts here?I don't think so, maybe some method was used to fake it. 】

[Is there something wrong with the front?It's not a real ghost, who dares to hang the fan like this, you go and try it? 】

[One thing to say, magic can divide people into segments, there is nothing strange about hanging fans, so many supernatural anchors have never seen a real ghost in the live broadcast room, this new anchor has only been live for a few days?Didn't ghosts appear in his live broadcast room before?Who knows if this is his way of hyping himself? 】

[There's no need to make trouble on purpose, your vests have already shown which anchor you are fans of. Your own anchor is incapable of letting everyone see the real ghost, so you come to hate other anchors, it's too low. 】

Red barrage.

[This kid is better than the one who just made a typo, look at this face, this is the basic quality to scare humans! 】

[This hanged ghost, let me tell you, this kid is obviously inexperienced, we haven't learned the essence of hanged ghosts, we have to create that sudden atmosphere, people don't see anything when they enter the door, and then turn their heads to find a pair of hanging clothes. The feet of the hanged ghosts are just behind their heads, and when they raise their heads, they are facing the face of the hanged ghosts. This is the essence of our hanged ghosts! 】

[The ghost brother in front is asking too much. This little ghost is obviously a student ghost. He doesn't have much scaring experience. I think this is good. It's quite atmospheric in the middle of the night. 】

[Stop paying attention to ghosts, we mainly watch the anchor!Am I the only one looking forward to the anchor's reaction? 】

[Fight and fight!Hurry up and fight ghosts! 】

Xie Shuling quietly looked at the hanged ghost who was spinning like a fan ornament in front of him, without any fluctuations in his heart, and even felt the cool breeze from the ceiling fan, which was especially refreshing in this hot summer.

The desks and chairs in the classroom were neatly arranged by the students who were cleaning them, and all the chairs were placed upside down on the desks.

Xie Shuling casually picked up the leg of a chair beside him, flipped his wrist, took the chair down and put it behind him, and sat down.

"Keep turning," he folded his arms and looked at the hanged ghost, "it's pretty cool."

Hanged Ghost: ... Damn you think I'm a fan? !

Xie Shuling's attitude was unbearable in front of any ghost.

Enraged, the hanged ghost took the rope from his neck and jumped off the ceiling fan.

The hanged ghost stood under the ceiling fan, staring fiercely at Xie Shuling.

After becoming a ghost, he only scares people, but has never hurt anyone. For a while, he didn't think about how to attack him.

The old god Xie Shuling was sitting on the ground in a chair, habitually touching the small brush on his neck.

The brush asked: "I'll do this?"

Xie Shuling said, "No need, there's only one brat."

Brush said coolly: "I've grown up, now I'm no longer needed everywhere."

Xie Shuling's eyes twitched, and he touched the brush and said, "There will be a powerful one later, it's all up to you, you should rest up first."

"It's true," the brush rubbed Xie Shuling's palm with the wolf hair, "Be careful, don't get hurt."

Xie Shuling agreed, and then looked at the hanged ghost, looked him up and down for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Do you know what I'm most afraid of when I'm studying?"

The hanged ghost was on guard against him, and when he heard that Xie Shuling was blew himself up, he hurriedly asked, "What?"

Xie Shuling raised the slender white index finger of his right hand and pointed to the ceiling fan above the hanged ghost's head.

"I'm most afraid that the ceiling fan above my head will fall off during class, and my head will be chopped off."

The hanged ghost trembled all over, and immediately moved to the side.

As a student, who hasn't had such worries?

After a while, he suddenly realized that he was already a ghost, so why are he so afraid of this!

He looked again, and the boy on the opposite side was looking at him with a smile, obviously laughing at him!

The hanged ghost was completely annoyed now, no longer thinking about the rules, and flew towards Xie Shuling.

I had many fights with my classmates before I was alive, but it's always right to punch me close to me!

Xie Shuling kicked the edge of the table with his straight right leg, and took advantage of the momentum to retreat back with the chair, and then stepped on the ground with his left leg to stabilize his body, and the chair was just next to the wall at the back of the classroom.

There were tools for cleaning the classroom in the corner. He stood up and grabbed a mop.

This is an old-fashioned mop. The lower end of the wooden pole is made of a bundle of cloth strips, which looks a bit like a thicker large writing brush.

At this time, the hanged ghost couldn't make a pounce, and had already turned around again and pounced on him.

Xie Shuling repeated his old trick, swung the mop again, and headed towards the hanging ghost pestle.

The hanged ghost was inexperienced in combat, so he was kicked straight by the mop and fell to the ground.

Suddenly black air rose around him, as if the anger had materialized, and a black rope appeared in his hand, which was the one he had just hung himself on.

Xie Shuling raised his eyebrows: "Have you trained the suicide rope into a weapon? You have some skills."

Ghosts are the spiritual bodies of human beings after they die, and they cannot touch any human things, but the things that caused their death are the only things they can touch, because those things have been contaminated with their ghost energy.

Just touching it is nothing, but after some ghosts find some ways, they will refine this kind of thing into their own weapons, and then cooperate with their own ghost aura, sometimes they can use this weapon to directly hurt people.

The hanged ghost stood up holding the rope, his eyes popped out of their sockets and hung on his cheeks, his tongue stretched out straight, and he roared indistinctly, "Go to hell!", waving the rope and rushed towards him again.

Xie Shuling stretched out his arm, grabbed the rope that was swung, and was about to use his strength to pull the hanged ghost over, but his palms burned in vain.

The burning sensation made him loosen his hands, and the rope immediately returned to the hanged ghost's control.

Xie Shuling looked at the palm of his hand, only to see a black and red burn on his palm, the flesh of his palm seemed to have been roasted by a raging fire, and he was still steaming.

"You didn't practice this rope." Xie Shuling suddenly looked up at the hanged ghost.

He has suffered this kind of injury several times, and without exception, he was attacked by the ghost's weapon.

The hanged ghost in front of him is obviously just a little ghost. With his ghost power, although the rope he trained can be used as a weapon, it has only the most common function. It is absolutely impossible to have this kind of attack power. His rope is a weapon that can only be trained by a ghost .

The hanged ghost smiled sadly: "So what?"

Then, he yelled towards the back door of the classroom: "What are you waiting for!"

Xie Shuling was at the back of the classroom, only a few steps away from the back door. He subconsciously looked at the back door, only to see a figure rushing in from outside.

The typo ghost who had been hiding outside the door rushed over with blood all over his face and rushed towards Xie Shuling.

The hanged ghost in front waved a rope and attacked from another direction.

The rope could not be touched, and he would be burned if he touched it. Xie Shuling was temporarily confined to the square inch of the wall. Facing the ghosts rushing from two directions, he clenched the mop with his right hand.