I use a vest to appear live

When Yang Shuhang opened his eyes, what he saw was a snow-white ceiling.A faint smell of disinfectant lingered in his nostrils, his body was very tired, and there was a pain from lying down for too long emerging from the cracks in his bones.

I'm not dead?

A sense of survival after a catastrophe welled up, and Yang Shuhang couldn't help but soften his eyes when looking at his live broadcast room.

However, after such a long time in the live broadcast room, there were not many viewers left, and no one saw his rare amiability.

Yang Shuhang didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but he felt that he was getting used to the rhythm of changing places as soon as his eyes went dark.

Faintly hearing a conversation coming from the end of the bed, he propped himself up and sat up from the bed, and when he looked up, he saw three people sitting on the sofa looking at him in surprise.

Um?etc?Are they looking at themselves?Can he be seen?

Yang Shuhang was thinking so slowly, his brain was a little underresponsive due to the great change in the environment, and he felt a sense of chaos and powerlessness just after waking up from anesthetics.

He remembered being attacked, and the last image of losing consciousness was the big guy falling from the sky.

By the way, what about the boss?

Yang Shuhang looked around in the ward, and soon found Lu Jie leaning against the shadow of the corner with his arms crossed, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

According to Lu Jieyi's original plan, he planned to come over again at night, after all, leaving the soul for too long would do more damage to the body.But Xue Bo's series of unclear reasoning made him listen with gusto, so he leaned against the corner and listened involuntarily.

Although Xue Bo's materialistic reasoning may not even touch the side of Yang Shuhang's idealistic incident, but his daily ghost hunting does not prevent him from chasing after the famous Detective Conan.

As a result, they didn't hear much reasoning, and this group of people found that Yang Shuhang was awake.

In an instant, the three people who were eager to solve the case stopped reasoning and chatted.

The three big men called doctors and asked how they felt, and they had a good meal.

It wasn't until the three of them were driven out of the ward by the doctor with the universal reason that the patient needed to rest, that the lively ward gradually quieted down.

During this period, Lu Jie leaned against the corner of the wall and did not move.

In fact, it wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that Yang Shuhang had been staring at him since he woke up, and even wanted to talk to him. The three criminal policemen almost thought that he had been stimulated and had hallucinations. Fortunately, he knew it from the reactions of the people around him. Everyone except him couldn't see Lu Jie, so they stopped trying to communicate with Lu Jie and began to cooperate with the doctor's examination.

As for the test results...

No one cares, anyway, Yang Shuhang only cares about when he can save his brother now, the police only care about whether Yang Shuhang saw the murderer and whether the two are in the same case, while Lu Jie only cares about how Yang Shuhang not only did not lose his memory, but also he can See yourself?Could it be that he used too much blood to make up for his soul?

Yaoshou!It was his first time doing this, so he had no experience.

Forget it, put a seal on him, lest the bait be taken as a tonic instead of being eaten by other things.

"Boss, I remember where my accident happened. It's the Erchang dormitory building. Where are the five members of my brother's team! But when I was hunted down, I saw the ghosts of three people in the team. Would my brother know?" Will..." After the doctors and nurses left the ward, Yang Shuhang spoke urgently, talking a lot.

Lu Jie didn't listen very carefully, because he had already understood everything from the police chat just now.

Yang Shuhang said to him while watching him approach.

Obviously he couldn't see the expression, but Yang Shuhang felt a sense of pressure inexplicably, his voice became smaller and smaller, and when Lu Jie stood in front of him, he involuntarily fell silent.

He looked helplessly at Lu Jie who was standing by the bed, not knowing what the other party was going to do or what he was thinking, and suddenly felt the same urge to take off the other party's mask just like the audience in the live broadcast room.

In fact, Lu Jie just came here to seal him. He already felt that something was about to move in the hospital. It was not something that could be eliminated.

And the reason why he didn't say a word was just trying to recall the sealing methods he could use. It's all because Lu Jie's blood is inherently special. In the physical state, unless he bleeds a lot, the blood state is not obvious, but in the spiritual state, every time A drop of blood is very attractive to some very bad things, and it hinders Lu Jie's learning of spells. So far, all he can use is some tricks that don't even have a level.

To say that the only benefit these bloods bring to Lu Jie is that once they are refined by Lu Jie himself, they will be a universal weapon and lose their allure to ghosts.

At present, some of the similar spells that Lu Jie can use are all through his self-created blood origin technique.

It's just that Lu Jie is still far away from refining the blood in his whole body, and the refining process is getting more and more difficult, which is the main reason why he needs a lot of ghosts and hostility.

After thinking about it, he had already walked in front of Yang Shuhang, and he had to find sadly that he could only use his own omnipotent blood.

Calculated that since I met Yang Shuhang, I seem to have been bleeding non-stop. There are not many parts that can be used after being refined by him. This transaction is simply a big loss.

Thinking about it made his heart ache, staring at Yang Shuhang who was sitting on the bed with resentful eyes, silently controlling the butterfly that flew out of the window before flying back.

【Anchor here I come~】

[Grandpa, the anchor you follow is on the air! 】

[What is this broadcasting?Who is this boy in the mask?The anchor looks very scared, is it a ghost? 】

[Are you new here upstairs? 】

[I saw the boss as soon as I came here, happy! 】

[Such a ghost, please give me a stack! 】

[Newcomers accept the link, this picture is our first encounter with the boss~]

[Big brother shouldn’t be human, right?I observed for a long time just now, except for the anchor, the doctors and nurses couldn't see the boss. 】

[Only I care about the position of the boss and the anchor, why are the masks of the boss so close? 】

[A big red butterfly flies in. 】

[Oh my god, is this picture taken by that fairy?Beautiful! 】

Today's live broadcast room is still a sea of ​​joy for otherworldly sand sculpture netizens, but Yang Shuhang can't be happy at all. He is almost driven crazy by Lu Jie who doesn't say a word.

What is his position with Lu Jie?A position that is about to be crushed to death by the other!

He waited until Lu Jie turned his head to see the butterflies flying in from the window, then he breathed a sigh of relief and moved his butt away from Lu Jie.

The palm-sized red butterfly gracefully landed on Lu Jie's palm, flapping its wings slowly, and then the red color on its body faded away little by little, forming a ball of blood at the left end of the butterfly, and the originally red butterfly turned into up white paper butterfly.

Lu Jie crumpled the white paper butterfly into a ball and threw it into the trash can. With one hand, he controlled the blood ball, and with the other hand, he pulled Yang Shuhang over to him, and wrote five strange words like tadpoles on his palms, soles of feet, and left chest.

The text flickered at the moment it was written, and then disappeared into the skin.

Yang Shuhang pulled his clothes and looked at his chest, "What is this?"

The live broadcast room was boiling, and before Lu Jie could answer, a dense barrage of bullets came out.

【mark】

【This is the mark】

【Love from the boss】

【mark】

[It must be the mark of the boss]

[The boss said: If you write my name, it means that the anchor is covered by me~]

[You guys are enough, am I not watching a supernatural live broadcast? 】

[No, what you are watching is actually the mysterious boss and his cute little anchor. 】

[Stop struggling, this place has already been captured by these terrifying women. 】

[If you keep doing this, I will block the barrage! 】

[I was actually stuffed with dog food in the supernatural live broadcast, what happened to this world? 】

Yang Shuhang's face turned green, and he rubbed the soles of his hands and feet vigorously.

It made Lu Jie look puzzled, wondering if it would itch?When he sealed himself back then, he didn't feel itchy even if he painted formations all over his body?

Seeing that Yang Shuhang rubbed his palms red, Lu Jie quickly explained, "It's for your life."

Yang Shuhang stopped in frustration.

Although the boss in front of him didn't know what happened from the beginning to the end, he still couldn't help feeling guilty for being misled by the sand sculpture audience and thinking about the boss's thoughts with colored thoughts.

He patted his face to calm himself down, "Boss, I remember..."

"I know, the second dormitory." Lu Jie interrupted him, nodding to show that he knew, "The other party deliberately avoided me, and I couldn't find that place."

If he could find it, he would have found it long ago. With so many ghosts gathering together, it is a big meal for him. How could it be possible to keep it until now and make such a big news.

It is still very inconvenient to not know spells, which affects work efficiency.

"Then what should we do?" Yang Shuhang was in a hurry.

"I need your help." After speaking, Lu Jie suddenly turned his head to look out of the window, and hurriedly said, "You should have a good rest first, and I will come to you at night."

After he finished speaking, he turned out of the window. Yang Shuhang said "Ai" twice, and ran barefoot from the bed to the window. Lu Jie's figure had already disappeared.