The Heartthrob Becomes An NPC In the Supernatural Live Broadcast

I have to admit that when my body exists in the form of a ghost, I have an inexplicable liking for sewers, dark pipes, stairs, bathtubs, etc.

But Su Nanzhi couldn't imagine that she would stuff her beautiful head into the toilet.

Well.

It's really dirty.

He peeked at An Le secretly, trying to comfort himself.

Well, he must not have that on him.

But the more he looked there, the more he felt that An Le already had that smell in him.

Su Nanzhi said to the system: ["Hey... I have to watch him and not let him go into the toilet. It would be bad if I disturb others to go to the toilet."]

The system nodded again and again: ["Yes, my host is still the cutest. Oh yeah, my host is the cutest in the world~ I like the host the most."]

Su Nanzhi's cheeks were flushed: 【"Well, I like Mr. System too."】

A ghost and a system are "enenaiaiai", watching all this in a different space, the corners of the black suit's mouth twitching, and tapping on the table with a pen.

Black suit: "Very good, really good."

"Deduct my wages!"

"Deduct my performance!"

"Hiss, after the matter is over, I will definitely send you to the ice hell!"

"...My wife never said she liked me..."

With a "click", the pen, known for its quality, broke into two pieces, ink splashed out, and a huge ball of ink splashed on the door.

At the same time, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." The black suit clasped the broken pen, his eyes gradually bent as the door opened and closed.

The black suit laughed: "Oh, it's you. I can barely tell you, welcome."

"Ah."

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An Le, who was stared at by such eyes, became furious.

A mere rookie NPC dares to doubt himself!

He must give the rookie NPC some color! ! !

wrong! !

Why is the rookie NPC blushing at him? ! ! !

An Le touched his cheek.

Indeed, he died a decent death, and after turning into a ghost, he was somewhat handsome.

But thank you, he is naturally invincible and straight, even if the sky falls, he is still straight!

Two NPCs who were entrusted with important tasks by the system, each with different ideas, took the elevator and planned to go down to the first floor.

As soon as she entered, Su Nanzhi felt a cold and damp atmosphere.

This breath is sharp, like a sharp hedgehog, you can't help but stab you just by looking at it.

Not only that, but there was a strong smell of blood in the space, as well as a smell of rotting meat.

As soon as Su Nanzhi entered the elevator, he pinched his nose tightly. He covered his nose with one hand, and quietly pulled La Anle's clothes with the other hand.

"Anle, Anle, why does it smell so strong?"

An Le rolled his eyes at him.

"There's an aunt in here, don't you see it?"

Su Nanzhi shook his head, he really didn't know.

An Le seemed to have discovered this problem, and suddenly he had a bad idea.

There are quite a few ghosts here, and there are only a few of them that can be regarded as terrifying, one of which is the female elevator ghost they are in now.

Moreover, this elder sister has a bad temper, and when she becomes fierce and ruthless, she doesn't even recognize her own people.

It wasn't that there were no newcomer NPCs in the past. Several ignorant ones came here and contradicted the female elevator ghost. The female ghost sent them directly to the factory for maintenance.

Thinking of this, An Le had a bad idea.

Su Nanzhi held An Le with her small hands, her small face was buried in the red scarf, only a pair of beautiful eyes full of water were left, and she just looked at him eagerly.

His lips and his scarf, it's hard to tell which one is redder, the only thing An Le knows is that when you are stared at by such a pair of eyes, you can't have any bad thoughts at all.

An Le took a breath.

Fortunately, he is no longer human.

Su Nanzhi asked softly, "I'm afraid."

An Le said: "Don't be afraid, there is nothing to be afraid of. We are all colleagues. It would be nice if you know a little more and can help."

Su Nanzhi's eyes brightened: "You are so kind."

Although the NPC in front of him drills the toilet, doesn't like to be clean, and is immoral, he is a good employee.

But in An Le's eyes, how could he be so wrong with his appearance?

An Le: He doesn't like me, does he?

The subway, the elderly, looking at the phone.

An Le coughed lightly, and directly refused: "Then what, office romances are not allowed in the game."

Su Nanzhi: "?"

An Le looked at the broad daylight outside.

There are generally few ghosts during the day.

An Le said to him: "The one in the elevator is miserable. Have you heard of binding spirits?"

Su Nanzhi shook her head, covering her nose delicately.

An Le explained: "After death, the soul does not disperse. It is attached to the land and cannot leave. The ghosts bound to the land are called earth-bound spirits. But in fact, more souls are not attached to the land, but attached to the land. For utensils, this kind of ghost is called bound spirit."

When Su Nanzhi listened to his speech, she was always very serious: "Will you be inseparable from this place for many, many lifetimes?"

An Le said: "Well, unless you can liberate her soul."

Su Nanzhi paused for a moment, as if she was really thinking about this question.

"Ding!" A faint voice sounded from the elevator, "The negative floor is here."

"Tick."

There was a faint sound of water in the elevator, and when Su Nanzhi pushed forward, she almost fell in front of An Le.

An Lexu hugged Su Nanzhi, he looked at the elevator sister behind Su Nanzhi and yawned, and printed a bloody handprint in the elevator.

An Le shook Su Nanzhi with her shoulder: "Don't you want to see the appearance of the elevator sister?"

Su Nanzhi's body froze, her spine froze from top to bottom.

He felt a sticky, cold hand touching his back vaguely.

At that very moment, Su Nanzhi felt her pat her on the shoulder lightly.

An Le originally planned to let the elevator sister scare him, but seeing Su Nanzhi being so cowardly, he thought about it and let it go, and took Su Nanzhi away.

At the time of leaving, Su Nanzhi heard a faint singing.

As soon as she got out of the elevator, An Le immediately pushed Su Nanzhi away: "Don't talk about it. You're so afraid."

An Le glanced at Su Nanzhi with disgust: "Sister Elevator has a good temper, what are you afraid of? If you have baby supplies with you, give them to her, she will be very happy."

Su Nanzhi said, "Hey, does the elevator sister have any children?"

An Le didn't reply, he got out of the elevator in two steps, turned a corner, followed the straight line to the end and arrived at the morgue.

As soon as he got close to here, An Le felt a lot of Yin energy.

"This is a nice place, very suitable for retirement."

Su Nanzhi agreed: "But when I was here, I didn't see the angel of death."

An Le said, "Do you still remember the appearance of those two people just now?"

Su Nanzhi nodded.

An Le: "Use the power in your body to become like them. Next, we have to do something. If you cooperate with me, the atmosphere value will be half of yours when the time comes."

Su Nanzhi's eyes were excited, she nodded repeatedly: "Yeah."

Su Nanzhi: 【"Senior is so reliable!"】

System: 【"Is there?"】

At this time, Su Nanzhi received a text message from "Jellyfish".

【Where are you?I'm coming to you. 】

Su Nanzhi truthfully: [In the morgue. 】

【If you like me, don't follow me like this.Love needs to be spoken out loud. 】

Su Nanzhi: [...Are you okay? 】

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"Hey, staying here every day, I'm dozing off."

The administrator came to work on time, and he nestled into his cubicle with a cup of old soybean milk.

It also takes a little care to do what they do.

If a guy like this who deals with corpses is too delicate, he will not be able to suppress his yin, so he will look fierce.

Now the person in charge is completely fierce.

A vicious scar stretched from the brow bone to the corner of the mouth, completely destroying the original shape of his face. Coupled with the drooping corners of his eyes, he looked hostile.

The administrator put the soy milk in his hand one by one.

The whole person sat on the chair, and suddenly, the chair was overwhelmed and made a loud noise.

The administrator let out a long breath, and inserted a straw into the soybean milk.

Before I had time to drink, the lights in the corridor flickered twice.

Two doctors in white coats came over.

At first glance, they thought they were coming to walk the catwalk.

One is tall and big, and the other is sunny and cheerful.

When the administrator was looking at them, An He and Ke Tong were also looking at him.

An He was startled by the administrator's face, he took two steps back on the spot, and made a huh huh sound from his throat.

"Hey, uncle, you look a little special!"

Although he speaks and acts recklessly, he also has a sense of propriety, so as not to be annoying.

The management raised his ferocious eyebrows and showed a sly smile.

"Think I'm a ghost."

"No, no." An He waved his hands again and again, "In this kind of place, it's better to be fierce than weak."

The manager was stirring the soy milk in the cup. There was too much sugar in it, and it sank to the bottom, so he couldn't stir it. He paused, and when he raised his eyes again, it always made An He feel a little weird.

An He frowned and took a step back.

This is actually a subconscious action.

But when the action was made, An He himself didn't know why.

The manager continued to stir the white sugar in his hand, and rolled his eyelids: "Psychiatrist, intern, come here when you are free, what's the matter?"

Ke Tong pulled An He as a shield: "Come down and look at the corpse, practice your courage."

The manager smiled: "Then you can look at it as you like. You can ask me if you have anything."

Ke Tong waited for his words, he glanced at the morgue, turned around suddenly, and asked, "Uncle, do you know the angel of death in the hospital?"

The piece of white sugar deposited at the bottom of the cup was finally stirred up by the management.

The manager touched the temperature with his arm, but didn't drink: "I know."

An He smelled the sweet smell and felt a little thirsty, so he pestered the management to ask for it, but the management didn't give it.

An He was dissatisfied: "It's fine if you don't give me a drink, you have to tell us about it."

The manager said, "Well, it's okay...what's the name? Oh, Angel of Death."

Mentioning this name, the manager laughed and lit a cigarette.

"The devil is the devil, and he even took the name of Yangjian."

He shook the cigarette in his hand, the ash rustled, and there was a gloomy and penetrating light in his eyes.

"There is an evil ghost in the hospital who can't live or die."

Talking about it, a gust of wind blew, and the coldness on the first layer was the coldness immersed in the bones, and the cool yin qi burrowed in against the neck.

An He trembled, touched his neck, and heard a strange sound.

"Ding."

"The first floor is here."

At the end of the long corridor, the elevator opened.

The author has something to say: Don’t raise it anymore, I’m six days old, so just scold me when the day is over.