Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 422: The eleventh live broadcast

The ghost mother didn't go after Lu Chen, but quietly stayed by Wang Yu's side. I didn't dare to disturb their mother and son, so I quietly entered the laboratory building alone.

The raging yin energy has dissipated, I walked to the corner with a smile, Zhong Jiu covered the wound on his stomach, and looked at me very vigilantly: "Are you still alive?"

"That's right, good people don't live long, and disasters last a thousand years." I gently stroked the ghost ring jade beads with my fingers, and summoned the ghosts.

"What do you mean?" Zhong Jiu felt a little uncomfortable.

"I mean you are a good person." Waving at the ghost, thirsting for blood, Number Nine, who was dominated by desire, couldn't hold back long ago, the nails on both hands became longer, and she rushed towards the ghost as if holding ten table knives. bell nine.

"Where's the young master? Where's Senior Brother Lu Chen? Gao Jian, if you dare to kill me, Miaozhen will be with you forever!" Zhong Jiu shouted with all his strength, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.

I shook my head, admiring the killing feast of the ghost: "I didn't kill you, it was the ghost mother who killed you, I just accidentally hurt you in self-defense."

Before I started, I had already thought of an excuse and pushed everything on the ghost mother. I believe that the ghost mother will not mind.

After Zhong Jiu's death, I walked out of the laboratory building. To my surprise, the strong yin energy in the campus had dissipated, and the ghost mother had disappeared. .

I picked up Wang Yu who was lying on the ground, the expression on his face eased a lot, his eyes were wide open, numb and lifeless, but the corners of his eyes were a little moist, with a trace of crystal.

No one can get close to his heart, and no one knows what he is thinking now. I checked the injuries on his body, and found that they were just some skin wounds, and all the Yin Qi had been expelled from the body: "There is a ghost As a mother, I really don't know if it is your luck or misfortune."

Looking at Lu Jin's body for the last time, I walked out of Xinhu High School with Wang Yutou without looking back.

There was a lot of movement on the campus. Ergou and the others never left at all. They hid at the door and were ready to come back at any time to work hard. They have this kind of heart, which is enough to move me: "It's over, let's go home."

Back to Jingying Nursing Home, I arranged for Wang Yu to sleep, and checked the bodies of Ergou and the others to expel most of the Yin Qi from their bodies before letting them leave.

I rested in the nursing home for one night. Early the next morning, as soon as I walked out of the yard, I saw Ergou and his brothers blocking my door in a van. Scared enough.

"What are you planning to do?" I looked at the few people standing neatly in a row, and I was a little puzzled, but Ergou finally came out.

"Brother Jian, what happened last night was like opening the door to a new world for us. We only now realize that we are just frogs in a well, so we discussed all night and decided to learn art from you!" The dog doesn't have a hippie smile, and rarely speaks in an extremely serious tone.

"Study art?" I laughed dumbfounded. I saw that not only had their hair shaved short, but their uniforms were also uniform. They were all the same as recruits who had just joined the army: "Even if you want to learn, I can't teach you." .”

Most of the exercises exchanged from the underworld show are the minds of some sects in the world. After the incident of Miaozhen Dao, I have understood that stealing exercises is tantamount to shaking the foundation of a school. This is a completely irreconcilable contradiction, so I You can't harm Ergou and the others. Yin-yang ghost art can be practiced for them, but the side effects of ghost art are extremely serious. People who deal with Yin Qi all the year round and practice ghost art will not live too long.

"Brother Jian, just teach us a trick and a half, and we can help you if something happens next time, right?"

"Yes, Brother Jian. From now on, you let us go east, we will never go west!"

"Now that I think about it, I was crushed by ghosts when I was a child. If I know Taoism, I may not know who is crushing whom!"

A few people chattered, imagining all kinds of scenes after mastering Taoism. So strict, to practice the Dharma, you must first cultivate your mind, and the Dharma is only a kind of Dao. If you practice the Dao purely for the Dharma, you will only go astray in the end.

"How about this, I will try my best to find a way for everyone. For the time being, you will practice Bengquan first, and you will not be able to eat as much as you want. After you have all developed your inner strength, I will pass on the Taoist inner strength to you." I was in a dream It takes tens of thousands of punches with all your strength in the middle to develop internal strength. If you want to develop internal strength in reality, it is impossible within a few months.

The few people were a little disappointed, but they cheered up quickly, and hurriedly drove away in the van, not knowing where they were going to practice boxing.

"It's nice to be young." When I returned to the house, Bai Qi lay lazily on the sofa, wagging his tail leisurely. Wang Yu, who was wrapped in bandages, was sitting at the table with a fountain pen, concentrating on drawing.

"Wang Yu, what are you drawing?" I smiled and walked over, but I didn't expect the child to see me coming, picked up the drawing paper and ran away, not letting me look at it at all.

"This guy." The smile faded away slowly. In fact, when he picked up the drawing paper, I had already seen with my eyes that the ghost mother was drawn on the paper.

The black clouds covered the top, she stood on top of a tall building, her black hair danced wildly, and she reached out to touch the sky.

"The painting is true."

…

Leaving Jingying Nursing Home alone and returning to Tingtang Road, I still feel that my small shop is more comfortable than Jingying Nursing Home.

As soon as I walked to the door of the store, I saw a Taoist priest in blue wandering on the street: "Master Leng? Are you here to ask for the rice altar incense burner?"

I bought breakfast, with buns and fried sticks in my hand: "Why don't you come in and sit down?"

When Leng Qingxuan saw me, it was as if he had seen a ghost, with an unbelievable look on his face, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses: "You... are not dead?"

I have a black thread: "It's so early in the morning, what nonsense are you talking about? Do you want some buns?"

"No need." Leng Qingxuan waved his sleeves and looked me up and down: "Brothers Lu Chen and Lu Jin haven't returned all night, I'm a little worried, they said they were going to find you, I don't know..."

"Oh, Lu Jin is dead, and Lu Chen is probably dead too." I ate the buns as if no one else was around: "Yesterday they took me to Xinhu High School for interrogation, and the ghost mother appeared, and the two of Miaozhendao He is a high-ranking apprentice, but his righteousness is so thin. Lu Jin died in battle, and Lu Chen lured away the ghost mother alone. Such an act of self-sacrifice for others is really admirable!"

Leng Qingxuan looked at me suspiciously: "You didn't lie to me? This time Maoshan and Miaozhen Dao came to Jiangcheng at the same time. If something happens to Miaozhen Daoist, I will inevitably be questioned by the teacher."

"At that time, I hope that Daoist Master Leng can say a few good words for you. This time, Fellow Daoist Miaozhen has an accident. I feel really guilty. I have trouble sleeping and eating, and I am under great mental pressure. I will not keep you, sorry Send it away!" Swallowing the buns in my mouth, I opened the store door and entered, and I could still hear Leng Qingxuan whispering in my ears.

"I can't sleep or eat well, and my mouth is full of oil? Forget it, I'd better return to the mountain earlier. Lu Jin is the first disciple of the nine generations of Miaozhen Dao. He is regarded as his own by the Daoist. No one can survive a major earthquake alone.”

I don't know if Leng Qingxuan said these words on purpose for me to hear. When I came out with the incense burner, the Maoshan Yin master had already gone away: "After Zhu Xin asked, Miaozhen said I shouldn't suspect that I secretly learned the Miaozhen method, but the relationship between them and the ghost mother may really be endless."

I am worried about the ghost mother, but I also know that my worries are completely unnecessary. The level difference between me and the ghost mother is too far, and this gap cannot be made up by a few talismans or external tactics.

"Soldiers are here to block the water and cover them with soil, what are you thinking so much about?" I didn't waste any more time, and went back to the house to practice the Miaoxin method, strengthen my Yang veins, and prepare for the eleventh live broadcast tonight.

…

The cold wind is blowing in from the window, and now it's autumn, the days are getting darker and earlier, and the nights are getting longer, which is not good news for me.

At the end of the day's practice, after dinner, I installed all the live broadcast tools, and waited peacefully with the big-screen mobile phone in the underworld show.

The hands are crossed, it's eight o'clock.

A faint cold light shone on my face, I looked at myself reflected in the screen, my face was pale but firm and calm.

"Hello?"

"Are you Gao Jian?"

"It's me."

"We met before, can you get me out of here?"

"Where are you now?"

"I... am in the well."

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