When AI intelligent people meet fierce gods

"You want to rent this haunted house?"

Si Jiuliu asked in disbelief.

He frowned and thought for a long time, then clapped his hands suddenly: "I understand! You must have wiped out all the ghosts in this old house, so..."

"No, they're still there." Yi Qi raised his head and looked towards the second floor, and replied.

By the window on the second floor, the figure of a little girl was hidden in the darkness, flashing by.

Hearing what he said, Si Jiuliu couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

After working for so long, this is the first time I have seen someone so actively wanting to live in a haunted house.

While he was hesitating, his cell phone rang suddenly, and someone sent him a text message.

Pick it up to check, it turned out to be Daoist Qingyunzi.

[You don't want to interfere with the matter of the rookie anchor and the fake Taoist priest, go to Boss Feng to solve it. 】

[Remember, you must find Boss Feng! 】

Seeing this, Si Jiuliu couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows.

The boss Feng mentioned by Daoist Qingyunzi was originally named Feng Qingtong.

He is the president of Mantou Live, the major shareholder of Wutongmu Group, the person in charge of the Southwest Forest Farm, the big boss of Fengge Company, a man with as many identities as if he was stacking buffs...

He is also the direct supervisor of Si Jiuliu who wants to hang the street lamp every day.

Is this kind of small accident that happened during the live broadcast worth alarming Boss Feng?

Si Jiuliu hesitated again and again, and finally dialed Feng Qingtong's number according to Qingyunzi's instructions: "Boss, there may be some things that need to be reported to you..."

The person on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say, and when Si Jiuliu put down the phone again, his frown had already relaxed.

He excitedly said to Yi Qi: "The original owner of this old house sold the property rights to Wutongmu Group long ago because he couldn't make any money."

"After discussion, Boss Feng not only agreed to your request, but also decided to donate this property to you directly."

"The boss still wants to sign you and make you the ace anchor of Mantou Live."

With these generous conditions in front of them, it is hard for ordinary people not to be tempted.

Yi Qi slightly raised his eyebrows: "Thank you for your kindness..."

Looking at Si Jiuliu's expectant eyes, he suddenly changed the topic:

"I'll think about it again."

……

While Si Jiuliu was still trying to persuade Yi Qi, a winding and deep house suddenly stood in the mountains thousands of miles away.

White walls and black tiles, verdant trees, waterfalls and rivers surround the courtyard, pavilions and pavilions stand in the courtyard, the vermilion lacquer gate is hidden, and a blank plaque hangs above it, without words or names.

A person with hair like ink dyed, face like cold jade, and wearing a red dress is leaning on the tallest attic, overlooking the mountains.

He holds a brass ebony tobacco rod in his hand, the shredded tobacco flickers on and off, white smoke curls up, his eyes are slightly closed, and his face is bright and indifferent with pride.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps came from behind that he opened his eyes, revealing a pair of dark golden eyes, staring lazily at the visiting guests.

"Rare guest!" He slowly exhaled a smoke ring, with a half-smile on his face, "Boss Feng is a busy man, why do you have time to come to the humble house as a guest?"

The person who came was a good-looking and handsome man. He had not had time to change out of the three-piece suit on his body, and his expression was tired. It was obvious that he rushed here in a hurry.

This person is Feng Qingtong.

With a polite smile on Feng Qingtong's face, she first handed over a pack of good shredded tobacco, and said, "It's okay, I'll fly directly with my wings, it won't take much effort."

After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help asking again: "You... went to Lujiang City before?"

"Well, it's boring."

The man closed his golden eyes again, without even looking at him, he responded lightly.

But Feng Qingtong's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he apologized with a smile: "My living ancestor! You are bored, why didn't you say hello to us in advance?"

This old ancestor is moody, elusive, and never plays cards according to common sense. If he is allowed to run around bored, he does not know how much trouble will be caused!

"Ah!"

The man sneered, knocked the cigarette stick on the railing, and narrowed his golden eyes: "It's those bull-nosed people in the Taoism Association who asked you to persuade me?"

"It's not a big deal just to knock out a little Taoist priest to pretend to be him." Feng Qingtong groped and sat down on the stone bench, but her face was a little dignified, "It's just the person you're eyeing this time..."

"I've read the profile of that young man. He's just a mortal. It's very fragile to step into the realm of supernatural live streaming by accident!"

"Ordinary people can't stand it, and now is a society ruled by law, that young man is still a fresh life, you still hold your hands high and let him go!" He advised cautiously.

This fierce god likes to make all kinds of troubles when he is bored, but he is also powerful, immortal, and no one can do anything about him.

What else can they do?I can only coax and persuade carefully, for fear that this fierce god will go astray and bring greater disasters to the world.

And Feng Qingtong thinks that young man Yi Qi looks like a rare good seedling, if he cultivates well in the future, he will become a great talent in the future.

It would be too bad for a great youth to be played to death without knowing why!

"Ha, mortals..."

Unexpectedly, after listening to his persuasion, the man chuckled lightly, and said with contempt in his tone, "You bald-haired phoenix, have you lived a rich life for a long time, and your eyes are also smelled of copper?"

After he sneered, he said again: "I see that this person must be extraordinary. Whether he will be a blessing or a disaster in the future is unknown. Even I can't see through his fate. Why are you here to interfere?"

Hearing this, Feng Qingtong's complexion changed, and in the end she suppressed her anger and endured it, not daring to turn against the other party, and just cursed the Taoist priests in the Taoism Association from the bottom of her heart.

Those old bull-nosed Taoist priests all had their brains covered in cow dung, so they felt that they could persuade this evil god!

All the old monsters who were at the same time as them died, only he survived by chance, and he could barely be called a friend with this living ancestor.

But with such a meager face, he is not even qualified as a friend, at most he can be considered an acquaintance.

After all, who can stand this strange temper that is both good and evil?

Seeing that the other party insisted on going his own way, Feng Qingtong had no choice but to go forward to relight the living ancestor with shredded tobacco, and left sullenly.

Fingers like white jade rubbed the ebony rod, and the man watched Feng Qingtong's back as he walked away dejectedly, and breathed out a smoke ring in boredom.

The world is already extremely boring, it is rare for him to meet an unexpected joy, how can he let it go so easily?

……

Yiqi is cleaning the house.

It has been a while since Si Jiuliu discussed with him last time.

After confirming that there were no commercial traps in the Mantou live broadcast contract, he signed the contract and became the contracted anchor of the other party, and got the real estate certificate of the old house.

This old house is located in a remote place, with abandoned factories and cemeteries on the left and right sides, and no living neighbors who can complain. It is a good place for him to study technology.

Even the three ghost roommates who live with him are quiet every day.

Just as Yi Qi was painting the floor with protective paint, a little girl's head rolled over and rolled to his feet, blinking, looking at everything in front of him curiously.

"Li Yindi, don't make trouble, go and play with your sister Chaodi." Yi Qi said calmly without raising his head.

He was obviously used to the horror scene in front of him.

Li Chaodi, who had been hiding in the dark corner all this time, heard the words, like a gust of wind, and immediately floated away quietly.

Laughing dead, don't want to take care of children at all!

Since the mirror space was broken, the police searched the old house again and found many key clues.

Two highly decomposed corpses, one aged 14, were buried under the floor on the first floor; the other was only about ten years old, and was hidden between the mezzanines on the second floor.

The police also found the remains of a middle-aged woman's body tissue from the toilet and sewer.

After forensic identification, the three bodies were the mother and daughter of Li Hong, Luo Zhaodi, and Luo Yindi who disappeared ten years ago.

As for Luo Yaozong, who was suspected of committing a major crime, his body has not been found until now, and where did he go?

After the corpse was carried away, the souls of Li Hong, mother and daughter did not dissipate, but continued to live in hiding in this old house.

The vengeance was avenged, and the three ghosts regained a lot of sanity, and there is no hindrance to communicating with people in normal times.

And the ghosts of the sisters don't like their first and last names.After Yi Qi moved in, he always pestered him and changed the names of the two of them.

Yi Qi couldn't help but change "Zhaodi" to "Chaodi", "Yindi" to "Yindi", and his father's surname to his mother's surname.

At this time, Li Yindi, who was rolling around on the floor, stuck out his tongue at Yiqi mischievously, directed his head, and bounced away.

The sweeping robot moved its flat and round body, stretched out its eight robotic arms, and while working, its eyes flashed, and it sobbed mechanically: "They all have new names, and I want to have a name too!"

It imitated Li Yindi, turning around at Yiqi's feet and acting coquettishly, as if to strike.

Yiqi had no choice but to squat down, knocked on its metal casing, and said, "Since your factory date is May NO.20, why not call it 250."

The sweeping robot blinked and said, "Why not 520?"

"Because I don't want to shout 'I love you' every day at home." Yi Qi refused very coldly.

Fortunately, the little guy didn't realize that there was something wrong with the number "250".

"I have my own name!"

The freshly baked 'two hundred and five' yelled wildly with a mechanical voice, ran away in a circle, and dropped the tools in the mechanical arm to the ground, taking the opportunity to be lazy and not work.

Yi Qi shook his head helplessly, and picked up the cleaning tools on the ground.

Suddenly, the neural network in his head beeped, alerting him to a message.

A number he had never seen before formally sent him an invitation letter.

[Dear Mr. Yi:

Qing Yunzi, a poor Taoist, is the president of the Taoism Association.

Tomorrow Taoism Association has an exchange meeting in Lujiang City. On behalf of the association, I sincerely invite you to join. 】

Looking at the invitation letter, Yi Qi raised his eyebrows slightly.

Daoism Association...

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Two hundred and five: "250 is me, lazy and not working!" (righteous)