After the popular idol changed his career to catch ghosts

"Room 4, 7th Floor, Building 702, Dongping Community."

Xu Zixuan has passed away, this is the information he left on the notepad.The scene of passing away was not as shocking as Lu Shuangling imagined. He seemed to see a light gate. After Xu Zixuan wrote the message, he disappeared into the light gate.

Ghosts sent away through this channel can also get soul dust. Xu Zixuan's value is slightly higher than Shen Lixiang's, worth two yuan.The current number of Soul Dust in the system is 3.

Ren Miao was picked up by the assistant who had been waiting outside the door. Lu Shuangling looked at the contents of the notepad and pondered over the plan he had just thought of.

985: "Warning! Warning! The system energy is seriously insufficient, please replenish energy for me as soon as possible!"

Lu Shuangling: "Again? Didn't you just charge the battery?"

985: "Sending people to death consumes a lot of energy."

Lu Shuangling: "Then you didn't say it earlier? No, can you change the battery with a larger capacity?"

985: "Please replenish my energy immediately."

985 repeated, the voice was a little guilty, Lu Shuangling keenly caught the change in its tone, and raised an eyebrow: "Could it be that you deliberately didn't remind me that rebirth is very energy-consuming in order to force me to do something with the feast?"

985 stuttered instantly: "You, you think too much, I am a pure system, absolutely not so cautious."

Lu Shuangling was speechless, and fished out his mobile phone to call Shengyan. When Shengyan went out, he fell asleep on the sofa. He didn't know where Shengyan had gone.

The phone was not connected for a long time, Lu Shuangling's expression changed, and he called a second and third time, but still no one answered.

985 suddenly became frightened, and cried out with a wow.

"Why are you crying? I told you to think about being a matchmaker every day and force me to fall in love. Have you played it off? You are about to enter a dormant state."

985 cried and said: "When there is a task in progress, it cannot enter the dormant state."

Lu Shuangling: "Then I'll submit it now." Although he was reluctant to part with the task rewards with a high degree of completion, life-saving is more important.

985 cried even louder: "The hidden task has not yet met the submission conditions."

Damn, absolutely!

Lu Shuangling was anxious and angry, desperately trying to figure out where the feast might go.

By the way, it was Shu Wenchuan, a famous music producer, who brought him meals that day. Being able to run errands for Shengyan shows that he has a good relationship. 985 said that Shengyan has been living abroad, and Shu Wenchuan is a local musician. No matter how you think about it, the connection between them is only music.

Last night, Shengyan didn't come to accompany him to finish the meal because he had a temporary job, which might be related to Shu Wenchuan, that is, to music.

Their combined practice room and music room are on the second basement floor of this building. Will the feast be in the music room?

There is no better way right now, Lu Shuangling can only go out with his mobile phone.

The design of the community is not suitable for electric wheelchairs. Every door has a threshold, and his assistive device is not available, so he can only walk slowly by himself.

985 kept crying, and Lu Shuangling was so upset by it crying: "Don't cry, if you continue to cry, you will cry to death before I can find a feast."

985 sobbed and said, "What if you can't find a feast?"

"Then die together, otherwise what else can we do? If we can survive this time, you won't be able to do this kind of thing behind my back in the future, you know?" Lu Shuangling's injured leg was throbbing. Scared, but 985 was already frightened into a quail, so he could only pretend to be calm.

"In the future, woo woo woo, I will definitely listen to you."

Lu Shuangling finally came to the second floor, opened the door and went straight to the music room. The door of the music room was locked. Lu Shuangling breathed a sigh of relief, and the locked door meant that someone was inside.

At this time, he didn't care about what Sheng Yan was doing inside, so he slammed on the door.

A few seconds later, the door opened, and the feast appeared at the door. When Lu Shuangling saw this face that he was not used to before, he felt the urge to cry. The joy of surviving was so overwhelming that he rushed forward, arms clenched Clasping the feast's neck.

Sheng Yan was taken aback by him. He hugged Lu Shuangling's waist and said worriedly: "Let go, your hands can't be strong yet."

Lu Shuangling calmed down from the joy of escaping from death, and opened her tear-filled eyes.

"Fuck!"

Sitting in the room are Shu Wenchuan, Lin Jia, and Zhang Haonan, three famous music producers, two of whom have worked with 1876.

They share the same subtle "so you're in this relationship" look.

Lu Shuangling's mouth was dry and she wanted to explain.

Sheng Yan gently opened the arm supporting his waist, and asked worriedly: "Is something wrong?"

He couldn't tell what happened, so Lu Shuangling could only bite the bullet and say, "I called you and you didn't answer."

Sheng Yan took out his phone and looked at it, and said apologetically, "I'm used to turning the volume to silent when making songs, so I made you worry."

Three bosses: "Yoooooooo! Like glue!"

Sheng Yan gave them a funny look, "I'll carry you back."

The tears on Lu Shuangling's long eyelashes were still wet, and she nodded. Although the current situation was a bit weird, his legs really hurt, so he didn't want to walk back by himself just because he was embarrassed.

After leaving the basement, Lu Shuangling whispered to Shengyan what happened after Ren Miao arrived.

Sheng Yan was a little surprised: "You still send people to die? Did you realize it by yourself after being injured?"

Lu Shuangling nodded calmly.

"Is it contagious?" There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Yan Yan's mouth.

Lu Shuangling shook her head regretfully.

The two entered the apartment door, and Sheng Yan put him on the sofa: "I still have some work to do, call me if you have anything to do, I won't mute it anymore."

985 is in a hurry: "It's not full yet."

The shadow of the shutdown was still there, Lu Shuangling grabbed the feast, and said pitifully, "I'm afraid."

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There is one more at nine o'clock.