After becoming a ghost, hold the boss's thigh tightly

In Yan Qing's room, the lights were soft, the camera faithfully recorded every detail, and her live broadcast room had already attracted many curious viewers. At the same time, on the other side of the network, Qiu Mian and Mu Qing were deeply attracted by this live broadcast, especially Qiu Mian, whose eyes were shining with excitement and nervousness.

"Mu Qing! Come and see, there's a weird female ghost next to this anchor!" Qiu Mian lowered her voice but could not hide her excitement. She pointed at the picture on the screen. There seemed to be a pale woman with three shocking scars on her face and a long scar across her abdomen. She was standing quietly beside Yan Qing, her eyes were empty but seemed to contain endless resentment.

"Yes, she is a pregnant woman for sure." Mu Qing leaned closer to the screen, frowning slightly. He tried to read more information from the female ghost's appearance. "As for the saying of raising a little ghost, that is folk superstition. We can't easily draw a conclusion. But her state does reveal an unusual sadness."

"Will this anchor be in danger?" Qiu Mian's voice was filled with worry. Although she was curious about supernatural phenomena, she did not want to see innocent people get hurt.

"Don't worry. Judging from the aura that the female ghost is currently emitting, she is not very aggressive and will not actively hurt anyone." Mu Qing soothed her, with a hint of professionalism and calmness in his tone. "However, we should still keep an eye on it and see what happens next."

"Then shall we go find her now? I want to know more about this female ghost." There was determination in Qiu Mian's eyes. She seemed to have been deeply attracted by this mysterious female ghost.

Mu Qing patted Qiu Mian's shoulder gently and said with a smile: "Of course, but... have you forgotten something? It's almost noon, and I'm watching the live broadcast on an empty stomach." He deliberately kept the secret, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Mian's face flashed with regret: "Oh, I forgot! I'm really not very good at cooking meat, but we can order takeout! How about braised pork or sweet and sour pork tenderloin? They sound mouth-watering." As she spoke, she picked up her phone and prepared to place an order, her eyes flashing with anticipation for the food.

"Good idea, let's do it then." Mu Qing nodded with a smile. While enjoying the upcoming delicious food, the two continued to stare at Yan Qing's live broadcast room, their hearts filled with curiosity and desire to explore this mysterious female ghost.

"Of course, how about some cool drinks?" Qiu Mian suggested excitedly, with anticipation gleaming in his eyes.

"However, you know that as a soul, I cannot directly taste the deliciousness of food." Mu Qing chuckled and changed the subject with a hint of mystery, "But I have a way to make you feel the long-lost taste enjoyment again."

As he spoke, Mu Qing took out a glimmering talisman from his sleeve and shook it gently, as if showing off a rare treasure. "This is a talisman that I have carefully drawn recently. It comes from an ancient inheritance obtained during an expedition. As my cultivation improves, I can finally control this power. Are you willing to be the first person to experience it?" Mu Qing raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of teasing.

"Wow, really? Let me try it!" Qiu Mian's eyes suddenly shone brightly when she heard that. She said confidently, "Don't worry, I'm not that easily hurt now. A little magic can't stop me!"

Mu Qing smiled slightly, then chanted the formula, and the talisman seemed to be given life, emitting a soft light, slowly floating towards Qiu Mian's paper figure. Although Qiu Mian herself did not feel anything, she witnessed the light merge into the paper figure with her own eyes, and her heart was filled with anticipation.

Unable to wait, Qiu Mian ran to the refrigerator, took out a chocolate ice cream, and put it in her mouth. Instantly, a feeling of coolness and sweetness blossomed on the tip of her tongue, and she exclaimed in surprise: "Hmm! It's icy and sweet. This feeling is like the taste in my memory is reborn!" As she said this, she turned around happily, as if the whole world became beautiful because of the return of this taste.

"See, I didn't lie to you, did I?" Mu Qing walked out of the room with a smile, holding a piece of chocolate ice cream prepared for her. Seeing this, Qiu Mian quickly picked up a piece and handed it to her. The two smiled at each other and enjoyed this rare feast for their taste buds.

After dinner, Qiu Mian drank a cup of Coke and couldn't help but sigh: "This damn life can be so happy sometimes!" Just as she was immersed in satisfaction, the delivery man shouted outside the door: "Your takeaway has arrived!"

"Here we are!" Qiu Mian responded excitedly, ran to open the door, and took two hot takeouts. Back inside, she called out to Mu Qing loudly, "The food is here, come and eat!"

Mu Qing responded and the two of them sat around the dining table, enjoying a sumptuous lunch. The white rice was distinct, the braised pork was attractive in color, and the tenderloin was sweet and sour. Every bite was an ultimate temptation to the taste buds.

After the meal, Qiu Mian lay contentedly on the sofa, gently stroking her slightly bulging belly with her hands, a happy smile on her face. Mu Qing stood up and said softly, "Okay, after a short rest, we'll set off. Let's go to the place you've always been thinking about and see the truth about the female ghost." After that, she went back to the house to continue practicing, and Qiu Mian reluctantly left the paper man form and returned to the red umbrella.

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A black car quietly parked in front of the hotel. The door opened slightly. Mu Qing, wearing a black hip skirt and high heels, stepped out gracefully, holding a bright red umbrella in her hand, adding a touch of color to the quiet scene. She walked into the hotel lobby. Facing the clerk's question, Mu Qing answered in a gentle voice: "I'm looking for a friend." Then, she walked lightly into the elevator, and the elevator door slowly closed, as if isolating the noise from the outside world.

"We're on the fourth floor." As the elevator chimed softly, Mu Qing stepped out of the elevator. A girl wearing high heels and a ponytail passed by her and walked straight to room 414. Mu Qing followed closely behind her and knocked on the door gently.

"Who is it? Please wait, I'll be back soon to continue the live broadcast." Yan Qing's slightly apologetic voice came from the room. Obviously, she was immersed in the interaction with netizens.

The door opened slightly, and Yan Qing's unmade-up face came into Mu Qing's sight. Her high ponytail fell naturally, and her eyes revealed a calmness and wisdom beyond her age, like a scholar immersed in a sea of ​​books.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Yan Qing asked curiously.

"Hello, I'm Mu Qing!" Mu Qing's smile was warm and sincere. "I'm a netizen who watched your live broadcast. I just happen to live nearby. The strange events you mentioned in the live broadcast are really fascinating. Can I stay here with you for a night? How about we find out together?"

Yan Qing thought for a moment after hearing this, then nodded: "Well... okay, but I'm still live streaming now, do you mind?"

"Of course not, I promise not to disturb your live broadcast." Mu Qing answered firmly and gently.

Yan Qing smiled and made way for Mu Qing to enter the room. She then gently closed the door and continued her live broadcast journey. Inside the room, two girls became friends because of a live broadcast and were about to embark on a night adventure full of unknowns and surprises.

Mu Qing did not step into the spotlight of the live broadcast, but turned his eyes to the right side of the room, where a pale-faced woman stood quietly, as if isolated from the surrounding noise. At the same time, Qiu Mian also quietly appeared in a corner of the room, becoming a silent bystander of this conversation.

Yan Qing felt the sudden chill and involuntarily crossed her arms, trying to dispel the inexplicable chill. Her eyes wandered between Mu Qing and the pale woman, and finally fixed on the female ghost, with a barely perceptible nervousness.

"What's your name?" A soft but firm voice broke the silence. It was Qiu Mian, who was asking the female ghost in a gentle but irresistible manner.

"I am Liu Li." The ghost's voice was low and sad, as if she was carrying endless sorrow and resentment. She slowly recounted her experience, "I remember that day my boyfriend drugged me. He didn't want the child and even believed other people's rumors and wanted to turn the child into a Kumantong. When I woke up, everything was irreversible. We had a fierce argument and shoving, and I accidentally hit my head by the bathtub and lost my life."

"Then why are you still staying in this room and not willing to leave?" Qiu Mian's voice was full of sympathy and confusion.

Liu Li's eyes flashed with determination and persistence. "I want to find my child. That's my only concern. However, after I died, some kind of restraint was imposed on my body, making it impossible for me to leave this room, let alone pursue the murderer who took my life and my innocent child."

"Let me see." Qiu Mian's words were filled with unquestionable determination. A green light suddenly burst out of her eyes. It was a mysterious and powerful power, as if it could see through the essence of all things in the world.

"It's the mother-child talisman." Qiu Mian's voice revealed a kind of indifference that showed she had seen through everything. Her eyes were fixed on the bed in the bedroom, where the key to untying Liu Li's restraints seemed to be hidden. "Somewhere in this room, there must be something that is the shackles that you cannot leave. We must find and destroy them."

However, Qiu Mian, who had become a ghost, found that she could not directly touch the potential sealed object. She could only anxiously ask Mu Qing for help: "I found it, under the bed, I can't move it."

At this moment, Mu Qing suddenly interrupted Yan Qing's live broadcast, with obvious panic in her voice: "Hey, did you see a figure just now?" This sudden change made Yan Qing nervous. She looked around, trying to find the so-called figure.

"What? I didn't notice? Where is it?" Yan Qing stood up and fixed his phone to his chest to continue recording this unusual night. Mu Qing pointed behind Yan Qing with a trembling voice: "Behind... your...

Yan Qing swallowed his saliva and mustered up the courage to look back, only to see a woman in white clothes quickly flashing into the bedroom. The audience in the live broadcast room was also frightened by this scene and various exclamations came one after another.

"I think I saw her go to the bedroom. Do you want to come with me?" Yan Qing's voice was filled with fear and curiosity. Mu Qing nodded slowly, and the two walked towards the bedroom together. But after entering the bedroom, they found that there was no one inside, and only a biting coldness filled the air.

Suddenly, Mu Qing's body became stiff. She seemed to be pulled by some force to the bedside and stood there motionless. Yan Qing noticed something was wrong and called Mu Qing's name, but Mu Qing did not respond at all. Yan Qing reached out and patted Mu Qing's shoulder, but still did not get any response.

Yan Qing's eyes searched the room and finally landed on the bottom of the bed. She thought of Qiu Mian's words and Mu Qing's unusual behavior, and a bad feeling came over her. "Could it be under the bed? Could it be the legendary evil spirit?" She thought of the ghost movies she had seen, and she couldn't help but feel a little scared.

But curiosity eventually overcame fear. Yan Qing squatted down, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly lay down. She silently recited the numbers in her mind, and then suddenly opened her eyes. Fortunately, she did not see the horrible scene she imagined. She carefully checked under the bed and found a place with a slight gap. She carefully moved the obstacle away and found a black jar.

Yan Qing took out the jar and placed it on the table. Mu Qing suddenly regained consciousness. "Why am I here?" She looked at the jar and the talisman in front of her in surprise. "Where did you get it? Why do you have the talisman?" Yan Qing asked. Mu Qing stepped forward and took the talisman. The two looked at each other, their hearts full of doubts and uneasiness.

"Should we open the lid of the jar? Will it be dangerous?" Yan Qing asked hesitantly. Mu Qing also shook his head to express his uncertainty: "Not sure? How about opening it and seeing?" The two decided to take a risk and slowly opened the lid of the jar...