The ghost envoys are awesome, a sack for each!
Xin Feiyang gifted the streamer a bicycle!
Hahaha, why does it feel like a cat chasing a mouse?
In the bedroom.
Zhang Yang sat leaning against the bed, the light on, watching the Live Stream: Daily Healing in the Underworld.
As he typed furiously, he couldn't help but curve his lips upwards.
He felt inexplicably excited.
It was already three or four in the morning, his family had long since gone to sleep, and only he was still up and about.
But the live stream was at its most exciting moment, how could he possibly sleep?!
Watching the ghost envoys successfully bag another ghost in the live stream.
Zhang Yang kicked the bed frame in excitement.
That feeling.
Was like he himself was bagging the ghost.
*Bang!*
In the silent night, a sound not his own rang out.
Zhang Yang's excited heart slammed on the brakes, and his kicking motion stopped.
His heart skipped a beat.
For a moment, the room was eerily quiet.
Zhang Yang stiffly turned his head, looking towards the source of the sound.
A gentle breeze blew outside the window.
On the desk by the window, a plastic water bottle had fallen over.
So it was just this.
Zhang Yang let out a long breath.
It had startled him.
To prevent himself from being startled again, he got up and closed the window.
Huh? When was this printed?
Zhang Yang frowned. On the glass window, a handprint had appeared at some point.
He had a slight germophobia.
Seeing this, he instinctively pulled out a tissue to wipe it.
However, no matter how much he wiped, the handprint remained.
What was this thing on here?
Zhang Yang was puzzled and prepared to use his phone's flashlight to see.
As soon as he turned, he froze.
A chilling numbness spread from his shoulders to his entire body.
Because.
He suddenly realized.
Perhaps it wasn't that he couldn't wipe it off.
But because the handprint was on the outside of the glass window!
*Slap*
The sound of a palm hitting the glass came from behind him.
Zhang Yang stiffly turned his head.
He saw another handprint appear on the glass window.
*Slap, slap, slap*
*Slap, slap, slap*
Countless handprints rapidly covered the entire glass window.
The next moment.
A bloody hand appeared by the window and slowly opened it.
"Waaah!"
Zhang Yang stumbled back in fright, almost dropping his phone.
Immense fear washed over him.
"I~am~so~cold~"
The blood-clothed ghost, with its hair disheveled, crawled slowly through the window.
With every step it crawled, it left a bloody handprint.
"So~cold~"
"Will~you~keep~me~company~okay~~"
Halfway through crawling, the blood-clothed ghost slowly raised its head.
Revealing its bulging eyeballs and a face covered in bloodstains.
"Aaaah!"
The boy in the room let out the scream that satisfied it.
Just as it was about to make its next move, it suddenly paused.
It saw the boy in front of it cowering in a corner of the bedroom, looking at it in terror.
Screaming.
Trembling in fear.
Yet, its hand kept pressing on the phone.
Calling the police?
Or had it been scared senseless?
The blood-clothed ghost grinned, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth.
Either way, it was very satisfying.
It continued to crawl into the room.
Step by step.
Zhang Yang's eyes were about to water.
"Streamer, help!"
"Lord Bai Wuchang, save me!"
"Your ghosts have escaped! They're here!"
"Streamer?"
"Bai Wuchang?"
Had it been scared into babbling incoherently?
How could Lord Bai Wuchang be summoned just by calling out?
The blood-clothed ghost chuckled inwardly and continued in a chilling tone, "Come~keep~me~company~!"
"Keep~me~company~"
"How about I keep you company?"
"Okay~Aaaahhhhhh!" Da Feng Novel Network
The blood-clothed ghost responded instinctively before suddenly realizing.
It looked back and immediately let out a piercing scream.
This one wearing a tall hat and holding a mourning stick.
Who else could it be but Lord Wuchang?!
"Aaaahhhhh!"
The eyeballs hanging from the blood-clothed ghost's eye sockets all fell off.
Why was a ghost envoy here?!
It had been so careful!
However, no one was there to explain.
Jiang Lin picked up the mourning stick and struck down.
*Bang!*
The blood-clothed ghost flew out the window, more than ten meters away.
Its sharp teeth scattered on the ground.
It fainted.
The third-class ghost envoys behind Jiang Lin quickly pursued.
They took out their sacks and expertly stuffed the blood-clothed ghost inside.
Then, they tied the mouth of the sack and casually tossed it into the Yin realm passage that had just opened.
They returned to Jiang Lin's side.
It still had that cold expression.
But its gaze towards Jiang Lin, like the other third-class ghost envoys, was filled with admiration.
This was a second-class ghost envoy!
They didn't know how many more years it would take them to be promoted.
"Ahhh! I'm exploding! The streamer actually went to rescue someone!!!"
"Groundhog squeal!"
"That ghost was stunned the moment it saw the streamer."
"Expression packs are ready, everyone can grab them from the space at will."
"Ahhh, is this fan welfare? Wuwuwu, I want to see the streamer up close too!"
"The streamer is so warm! They really came to save someone!"
In the live stream, the viewers who had followed Jiang Lin to Zhang Yang's neighborhood were about to explode with excitement.
Just now, they were watching the streamer patrol the streets with a few third-class ghost envoys.
Suddenly, a line of desperate bullet comments floated up in the live stream.
Saying that a ghost had entered their house through the window.
And they had provided the address in detail.
Among them were also garbled strings like "ajashjis."
Seeing these garbled strings, they knew something might have really happened.
Grabbing their keyboards, they helped copy and paste the address.
They flooded the chat.
They hadn't expected the streamer to rush over immediately after glancing at the live stream.
The moment they saw the streamer take action, all the viewers were both excited and touched.
This was the streamer they watched every day!
They had actually come to save them!
At this moment, all the viewers felt.
As if they themselves had been saved.
"I'm crying, ahhhhh!"
"I'm going to give ten consecutive gifts!"
Hui Xiaoxiao gifted the streamer a skyscraper * 10!
"Streamer, mighty!"
"How is that viewer doing just now?"
"Fortunately, I'm changing my pants. Thanks for the concern, brothers! Thanks, streamer!!"
Still in the same bedroom with the light on.
After recovering from the shock, Zhang Yang found a pair of pants to change into.
*Hum hum hum hum~ hum hum hum~~ hum hum hum~~*
His heart was still racing.
His scalp was still tingling.
But thinking that the streamer had actually come to save him.
He couldn't help but feel a little excited and hummed.
Hearing the noise, Zhang Yang's mother came to check:
Zhang Yang, holding pants, preparing to wash them:
"Mom, let me explain."
Zhang Yang's mother silently turned away, pretending she saw nothing and heard nothing.
Zhang Yang:
"Mom, let me explain."
(Mushroom: Later, Mushroom will open a collection thread at the end of the chapter. You can leave comments with interesting material, or a point in your life that deeply touched you, and then say from which perspective you view it – student/male/parent/child. Sending love~ )