What happened to the anti-superstition campaign? The live studio is full of police officers

[Fuck, ancient ghosts!!!]

[Oh my god, this armor style is so cool! ]

Lonely Cat [Wait, could this ancient ghost soldier be from the Qin Dynasty? I want to take a screenshot and send it to the professor for research!]

The ghost soldier paused and immediately turned around, his eyes full of vigilance as he glanced around, as if trying to confirm the source of the sound.

Uncle Shoukui also saw this horrific scene on his mobile phone screen.

Even though he was afraid, in order to save his son, Uncle Shoukui reached out his hand tremblingly, picked up the mobile phone that had fallen on the bed, and turned the screen to the Qin Dynasty ghost soldier.

The ghost soldier suddenly moved closer to the screen: "Who are you? Were you the one speaking just now?"

"A person from outside the world." Bai Ningyu said lightly.

"How dare you!" The ghost soldier suddenly shouted, then laughed heartily, saying contemptuously, "It seems that the Emperor should be completely killed by you. You, the remnant of the alchemists, dare to come out and spread rumors to confuse the people!"

"In the thirty-third year of King Zheng of Qin, you and the Qin general Tu Sui died in battle at the Xijiang River."

"How dare you! How dare you address the First Emperor by his name!" Upon hearing Bai Ningyu's words, the ghost soldier erupted in rage and cursed, "If it weren't for that wretch Zhao Tuo who stood by and watched us die, how could the captain and I have perished at the hands of the Yue people?"

As he spoke, the ghost soldier seemed to recall the past that he could not bear to look back on.

Bai Ningyu recalled the historical knowledge she had read in her time. Indeed, the demise of the Qin Dynasty was inextricably linked to Zhao Tuo's independence.

So she slowly said, "Because of this, Zhao Tuo was thrown into the underworld after his death. He was tortured and will not have a good end in his lifetime."

Hearing Bai Ningyu say this, the ghost soldier laughed out loud and even said a few good words. Then his tone gradually returned to normal. He looked at Bai Ningyu and said, "Little Taoist priest, can you really solve the confusion of my descendants?"

Bai Ningyu nodded and said, "If I can't solve it, you can just come back and kill him, right?"

Hearing this, the ghost soldier was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Alright, I'll give you three days. If you can't solve this problem after three days, I will come and take this bastard's life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost soldier turned into black smoke and left.

After the ghost soldiers left, Dongzi on the bed stopped twitching. He slowly opened his eyes and felt a pain in his abdomen.

When he lifted up his clothes, he saw a black mark about five centimeters long on his stomach.

"Master, what do you think of this?" Uncle Shoukui asked worriedly.

Bai Ningyu took a look and said, "This is the result of the sharp blade of the ghost soldier, and the evil spirit has entered the body."

"What should we do, Master?" Uncle Shoukui looked at his son with a worried look on his face, beating his chest and sighing.

"Leave your address at the backstage. I will send you a talisman to restore your luck and a prescription. You must take seven doses of the medicine according to the prescription to save your life.

After receiving the talisman, Dongzi, you must personally go to the descendants of the ghost soldier, explain the whole story, and ask for forgiveness. Then, go to the ghost soldier's old grave, chant the incantation in reverse, remove the nail, and then replace the grave soil and the talisman in its original place. You must also pay for the repair of his grave."

"Okay, Master, I will do it, I will do it!" What happened just now made Dongzi scared. As long as he didn't experience such a thing again, he would do whatever Bai Ningyu said.

"Remember, whether it's the money you use to solve the problem or repair the tomb, it must be your own money. From now on, you must do more good deeds, whether consciously or unconsciously. These blessings will be returned to his descendants. If you have any evil thoughts again, what happened today will backfire doubly!"

Bai Ningyu's words were like a warning bell, imprinted in Dongzi's mind. After thanking Bai Ningyu, the two of them left the live broadcast room.

Jinxiu... Jiangnan [Host, you're amazing! You even know about the underworld. Host, tell me the truth. Do you have any connections in the underworld?]

Panda [I think the host might have some connections underground. No, they might be ghost connections.]

Bai Ningyu coughed lightly and said awkwardly, "I just casually said that to the ghost soldier."

Leavenian【Oh, so this is how the term "fooling ghosts" came about! 】

Nostalgic【I didn’t expect you to be such a host～】

Soft Candy Jiujiu [But I hope what the host said is true. Zhao Tuo is really abominable! ]

Blessings and curses alike [These two lucky bags are gone so quickly. This is the last lucky bag of the day. I wonder if I'll be lucky enough to grab one.]

[The person above, when you said this, the last lucky bag was gone.]

Lonely Cat [Anchor~I want to protest, what you are doing is wrong! ]

Bai Ningyu said "Oh" softly, curled her lips and smiled, "Protest is invalid."

The netizen who grabbed the lucky bag is a middle-aged man with the ID "Jiang Taigong in the Lake".

After the man connected the video, he saw that everything around him was pitch black, with only the light from the headlamp, which was a bit dazzling.

The man introduced himself cheerfully, "Good evening, everyone. You can just call me Uncle Jiang."

Loneliness turns to hurt [Where is Uncle Jiang? Why is it so dark around here?]

Wei Ai Heng Bao [I'm familiar with this, the uncle is night fishing! ]

Spot [Hey, uncle, how's your catch today? ]

Seeing the night fishing, netizens became curious one by one and asked Uncle Jiang a lot of questions.

Uncle Jiang also answered the netizens' questions carefully one by one.

Young Master: "Are we off topic? Shouldn't Uncle Jiang be asking the anchor questions? Why did we end up asking Uncle Jiang questions?"

I hate cilantro egg tarts. [Don't say that, it seems to be the case. Sorry, Uncle Jiang, I can't control my blood boiling when I see people fishing.]

Uncle Jiang waved his hand and said with a smile: "Hey, what's the big deal? I don't have anything important to do. It's boring to fish alone at night. It's nice to chat with you guys."

As he spoke, Uncle Jiang showed everyone the surrounding environment. It turned out that the tide had risen all around him, and only the place where he was sitting was not flooded.

Uncle Jiang proudly told everyone that he had found a good spot and had caught a lot of big fish there today.

When netizens saw this place, they all gave Uncle Jiang a thumbs up.

Jia Zhutao Shushu [This area is about 800 meters from the shore. If the water rises any further, you'll be drowned. Uncle, do you really not need us to call for help?]

Little Stars [This place you are looking for, I would like to call it the Holy Land of Corpse Dumping. ]

[Go away, don't scare people so late at night! ]

"Uncle Jiang, do you have any questions for me?" Although Bai Ningyu didn't have much patience for fishing, she sometimes liked to watch her little apprentice fishing. She found it very interesting.

Don't ask her why she doesn't like to do it herself, the reason is that she can't catch any fish.

Uncle Jiang's expression changed. He looked into the distance and saw that the fish's swim bladder was moving. Uncle Jiang immediately tightened his grip on the hook and said, "It's quite heavy. It looks like a big fish!"

Everyone stared at the screen nervously.

After about five minutes, Uncle Jiang still hadn't pulled up the fish. It was obvious that his expression was not as relaxed as before.

Maori-san: "Is that hook down there really a fish?"

Murakami's Yamamura [As long as it doesn't evoke the people, I can accept it.]

[Shancun, shut up! ]

At this moment, Uncle Jiang suddenly grinned and said, "Come up!"

As the boom was pulled and the fishing line was reeled in, a black object slowly emerged from the water.

When this object appeared completely in front of everyone, not only did Uncle Jiang's face become a little ugly, but even the netizens in the live broadcast room trembled in their hearts.

Maori-san: "Could it be that Yamamura was right? Could it be that what's inside is actually people, or fragments of people?!"