Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 168: Dream
Chapter 168 Dreaming
I feel that my body is very heavy, I can't lift my head up, and I can't even turn over if I want to, so I can only look at the top of my head blankly.
"Am I dreaming?" Everything around is very clear, the cabinet chairs including the coffin beside the bed, every line can be seen clearly: "Yes, this is my house."
Eyes roll, consciousness is clear, but you can't control your body, as if something is pressing on your body?
"No! Someone is standing on my bed!"
My pupils shrank suddenly, and when I squinted, there was a figure standing above my lower abdomen!
The face is blurred, only the thick tan coat on his body and the long black hair dragging from the crack of the coffin can be seen clearly.
"That ghost on the Guocun construction site!" After the initial shock, I quickly calmed down and thought about countermeasures in my mind: "Why did he appear here? Did he come back with the coffin? But that night I I obviously saw him running out with the workers, so he should be entangled with one of them. And just to be on the safe side, I asked Er Gouzi to drive around the most prosperous places in the city a few times. How did he find him? Came back?"
Looking intently, the old and rotten yellow-brown coat came into my eyes: "Could it be that I found it along with his clothes when he was alive? Surely you can't take things from the dead."
Except for my eyes, I can't move anywhere else. This is the first time I have encountered such a ghost press situation.
A ghost in a tan coat stood on top of me. He slowly lowered his head and approached me a little bit. The face hidden in the black hair became clearer and clearer.
The intuition honed from several life and death live broadcasts tells me that I must never let it get close, but now I can't open my mouth, I can't speak, and I can't call Bai Qi downstairs.
"What to do?"
The black hair is like ink rolling, winding around my body, feeling cold to the touch, freezing into the bone marrow.
His face stopped when he was a foot away from me. That face was a bit vicissitudes, and I didn't see any ferocity or distortion from it.
"It doesn't look like a ghost?" I met a real ghost during the live broadcast on the fourteenth road hearse. He was dressed in blood and red robes, with hatred in his eyes and a strong desire to destroy.
This ghost is not the ghost with the most resentment. I saw that he was still wearing the clothes he had when he was dying. Just as he got off the car, he was also wearing the clothes he had worn during his lifetime.
"This black shadow should just stay in the human world, because of karma, so it didn't enter the reincarnation ghost." Thinking of the old lady who was crushed to death, I tried to communicate with the black shadow in front of me with my mind.
Thanks to the experience in Huang Xuemeng, my thoughts are much stronger than ordinary people: "Old man, you can't kill innocent people indiscriminately. Black-hearted real estate developers are the culprits. I And those brothers on the construction site are also victims!"
I don't know if the old man can feel my thoughts, I'm not even sure if it's in a dream or in reality.
But after listening to my words, the old man's face slowly moved away.
"It works, he can understand it!" I was begging for perfection, and made a promise in a low voice: "Master, I know that the old lady died unjustly, and this revenge must be avenged. I implore you to believe me once, let I'll help you find that black-hearted developer who treats human life like nothing, and when I find out where he lives, I will personally invite you to his house, and you can take revenge any way you want!"
There is no need to hesitate about choosing between your own life and the unscrupulous developer. If he can use money to settle the lawsuit in the underworld, I don't believe he can escape the revenge of the underworld.
Speaking of which, every time I broadcast live, I will receive commissions from the underworld. .
"Old man, trust me once, I will give you a satisfactory answer."
The ghost standing on my body still didn't leave, he seemed to be thinking too. After a while, the black hair flowed on the window and turned into a few strange characters.
"Before twelve o'clock tomorrow night, if you live, you want to see people, if you die, you want to see corpses."
When I saw these words, I was relieved: "Master, I accept your commission!"
The black hair receded, and the old man slowly disappeared from my sight.
My heart skipped a beat, I opened my eyes, and sat up on the bed.
"Is it just a dream?" My forehead was sweating, and I didn't dare to look around, for fear of accidentally seeing something again, so I turned on the light first with a stride.
The warm lights dispelled the darkness in the small shop, and I stood at the door looking at the coffin beside the bed.
"The thread is broken?" Looking down, the thin thread I tied before was actually pulled and broken.
If there is a dark wind blowing in the room, I was surprised to find that the Three Infant Spirit Gathering Formation, which was only in its infancy, could already gather Yin Qi at this time.
"It's a surprise, it turns out that this lacquered wooden coffin can also be used as a formation eye." I patted the coffin lid with a complicated expression, "The ghost of the old man has returned, and the ghost is still inside. Will there be no unknown changes?"
I tried to open the coffin, but it was of no use. After pushing for a long time, Yin Qi blew on my back, and the electric light above my head flickered suddenly, flickering on and off, which was very scary.
"It's over, I don't even want to live in this small shop in the future."
I picked up the quilt and prepared to go to the first floor to lay the floor. Before leaving, I glanced at the window again. In my dream, the old man wrote on the glass.
"It's not a big problem to find a developer before twelve o'clock tomorrow night." I agreed to the old man's commission in my dream, not just talking.
Compared to being a chess piece of a powerful and powerful businessman, I prefer to help the dead recover the karma left behind during their lifetime. I don't want money or power.
Holding the quilt to sleep on the cold hard floor, Bai Qi even arched into my arms, as if curious why I kept fighting for space with it recently.
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In a certain basement in Jiangcheng, Lu Xing was sharpening the sharp knife in his hand, and beside him was kneeling a handsome young man.
The young man seemed to be very afraid of Lu Xing, he didn't say a word, even breathing carefully.
"Your brother is dead, why do you still have the face to come back?" After the sharp knife was sharpened, with a cold light, Lu Xing waved it twice in the air.
"That painting should be in Gao Jian's hands now, and it contains the life of Tianyi nobleman, so we must get it back soon." The young man didn't dare to say more, for fear that Lu Xing would do something crazy.
"Are you telling me how to do it?"
"Don't dare, I just want to tell you what I know."
Lu Xing grinned, his face covered with scars twitched, looking very scary: "Tomorrow you will first confirm his whereabouts during the day, and at night you wait for my order, and we will do it together. Seizing the painting is second. The main goal is to kill him. This variable."
His eyes were dark, and the injuries on his body were still not healed: "This person is also collecting the eight-character gods, he should already know the secret of fate, and wants to change his fate against the sky."
After listening to Lu Xing's words, the young man nodded his head deeply and echoed: "Okay, I will do as you said."
"It's okay, you go to rest."
With Lu Xing's consent, the young man rubbed his numb legs and stood up slowly.
After he turned around, Lu Xing restrained his smile, took out a finger-long red evil talisman from his sleeve, chanted the spell, and threw it at the young man's back.
After the talisman was pasted, it disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye. The young man knelt for a long time, his body was sore and he didn't notice anything unusual.
Lu Xing watched him leave, with an ugly smile on his face: "This time, you will definitely be able to successfully avenge your brother."
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I woke up just after dawn, put on my clothes and hurried out. After many inquiries, I finally confirmed the identity of the unscrupulous developer.
I have met this person at Jiang Chen's wedding, he is closely related to the Jiang family, his real name is Wang Erjun, and his nickname is the Second Great King.
He was originally a **** on the road, but later he came to the big tree of the Jiang family and became an entrepreneur, and was selected as an outstanding entrepreneurial model by the city many times.
On the surface, he is a successful boss, but secretly he turns into a villain who drinks the blood of ordinary people. This person has a lot of bad deeds and has been reported by county residents many times.