I'm the mayor of a simulated ghost city

Lu Yao blinked his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him, which was really difficult to comment on.

The one who hit the ball was Lan Xinyu, who ran out a few steps ahead of her. When Lu Yao was going downstairs, she heard a voice on the intercom, which was Gu Mingxiao contacting her again, so she took some time to come out.

I didn’t expect to see Lan Xinyu playing table tennis?

"By the way, can you learn table tennis so well in a foreign country?" Lu Yao thought, and raised the GOPRO in his hand to take a few pictures of Lan Xinyu.

"Everyone, please look, although our anchor Lan has lived overseas for many years, he still remembers the traditional sports of his motherland and is very good at playing table tennis."

After hearing Lu Yao’s introduction, the live broadcast room was instantly flooded with messages.

[What a great fight! I think she is possessed by a ghost? ]

[Remove the question mark above, this is an affirmative sentence. ]

[Oh my god, didn’t you see her looking at the air and laughing foolishly while she was fighting? ]

[Is this the point? The point is that her head is bleeding! ]

[Sister Yuanchang has a big heart! Are you still watching the show? 】

The male protagonist who is always ignored: [Programmer, be careful, will she suddenly come over and bite you while we are playing? ]

Shy straight man: [It's not certain who will bite whom. 】

How did this suddenly escalate into the rhythm of a zombie movie?

Lu Yao did not reply to the internet trolls anymore. She observed Lan Xinyu. Indeed, Lan Xinyu's eyes were dull at this moment, and she giggled at the air from time to time.

There was a wound on the top of her head, probably from when she fell down the stairs just now. Although the wound was not big, blood was still flowing down her face. But the magical thing was that Lan Xinyu let the blood roll from the top of her head into her eyes and then flow to the corners of her mouth.

So, the conclusion is that she is either a fool or possessed by a ghost.

"But where is the ghost?"

Lu Yao took two steps forward, and her foot seemed to kick something with a "crack".

Lu Yao looked down and saw a broken bowl fragment lying at his feet, along with a few grains of white rice.

Following the traces of white rice, Lu Yao saw a low house at the edge of the playground. It looked like a house for storing sports equipment. It was not locked. In the corner of the house were two broken white porcelain bowls, a pile of rice grains and leftover incense sticks.

"This is the same one as the ones outside the school gate."

Thinking of this, Lu Yao walked over with the broken pieces of the bowl.

"Squeak" Lu Yao pushed the door open. The inside of the door was not full of clutter as Lu Yao had imagined, but was very tidy. There was a simple single bed, and an induction cooker, pots and pans on the simple table, which showed signs of human life.

In addition, there is a photo of a family of three hanging on the wall, a mother and two children who are dressed alike and look similar.

"The legend about table tennis mentioned that the two children had an accident and the mother went crazy, but it didn't say whether she was still alive. Could she still be alive and guarding here?"

Thinking of this, Lu Yao continued to shine the flashlight inside.

To be honest, based on her experience, when adventuring in a haunted house, the living are far scarier than the dead, and she doesn't want to encounter any living people.

The inner room was filled with fitness equipment, and it seemed that a lot of dust had accumulated. There was no possibility that someone would suddenly come out from inside. However, he could not let his guard down. Lu Yao retreated to the door and closed it again.

Then, Lu Yao looked at the broken bowl by the wall, looked at the fragments in his hand, walked to the broken bowl, squatted down, picked up the other fragments and aligned the cut.

“It’s the same bowl.”

After confirming, Lu Yao immediately took out the super glue from his backpack...

[So, is the backpack in the programmer's bag really Doraemon's treasure chest? ]

【Come on, let's play a game. What's in the ape leader's bag? 】

[No, does Ape Master really not need to care about Blue Anchor? ]

The comments in the live broadcast room were refreshing frantically, and Lu Yao's actions once again raised various doubts in them.

Lu Yao was seen applying super glue on the cut edges of the fragments, and then carefully pieced them together one by one until the two bowls were complete.

Then, she put the scattered rice on the ground back into the bowl little by little, put the bowl full of rice away, then took out six new incense sticks, lit them, and inserted three on each side.

"Huh." It should be fine.

After doing all this, Lu Yao wiped the sweat from her forehead. Although there was a strong wind blowing around her, she still felt a little hot.

As she spoke, Lu Yao turned around and suddenly saw Lan Xinyu, who was playing table tennis, standing quietly behind her.

Lan Xinyu's face was pale, and her eyeballs kept moving up and down.

"Anything else?" Lu Yao asked Lan Xinyu.

Lan Xinyu didn't say anything. She turned stiffly back to the ping-pong table and started hitting the ping-pong ball.

Lu Yao's gaze fell on Lan Xinyu's hands. She didn't have a table tennis racket in her hand, but had been hitting the ball with her palm.

"Oh, right." At this time, Lu Yao remembered and took out the table tennis racket that he had prepared in advance from his bag, put it next to the two bowls, and added, "Is this okay?"

Just as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew by and blew out the incense that Lu Yao had just lit.

Lu Yao frowned: "Not yet?"

"Hahaha." Lan Xinyu's laughter came from the ping-pong table. She was hitting the ball with one hand and pounding the table with the other. Her hands were all broken, but she was still smiling foolishly.

"Oh, okay." Lu Yao took out the plow again and slowly walked towards Lan Xinyu.

Walking up to Lan Xinyu, Lu Yao grasped the plow handle with both hands and raised it high...

[What are you doing? Are you going to kill someone on the spot? ]

[No, don’t any of you think the ape chief’s weapon is weird? ]

【Hahaha, it’s a plow! 】

[Are you trying to wake up the Blue anchor? ]

The live broadcast room continued to be heated, and Lu Yao's raised hand fell down, but he did not chop towards Lan Xinyu, but towards the ping-pong table.

"boom"!

The ping-pong table didn't break, but a few pieces of gravel flew into the air.

"It hurts, it hurts." Lu Yao's hands turned red from the shock. He shook his hands and looked at Lan Xinyu again.

Lan Xinyu had stopped going crazy and was staring at her with a dull look.

Lu Yao took a deep breath, raised the plow again, and chopped down at the ping-pong table again.

"Bang, boom, boom, boom, boom..." After dozens of knocks, one of the legs of the table finally broke, revealing the steel bars inside and half of the little finger wrapped in it.

Lu Yao was really out of strength and gasped for breath, but the plow in his hand was still intact. Seeing this, Lu Yao said to himself: "Next time, I must have a skill that increases my strength."

Then he looked at Lan Xinyu again: "I really can't hammer it anymore. Otherwise, remember, I will rent an excavator tomorrow? I guarantee to tear it down completely!"

As soon as the words fell, Lan Xinyu's eyes, which had been jumping up and down, finally calmed down, and then she covered her head: "Ouch, I feel dizzy."

"Huh? Blood?! Aa ...

Hearing this, Lu Yao breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, this girl is Lan Xinyu.