"Three rewards for one draw?"
An Shiyuan didn't expect the check-in to be so rich this time.
Immediately after, he silently recited a sentence in his heart. He spread out his hand, and an ancient blue thread-bound book appeared in his palm. This was the first volume of the first, middle, and lower volumes of the City God Ancient Scroll.
The book opened.
One could see the ancient characters, the strokes were like dragons and snakes, giving off an atmosphere and vastness.
With just a few glances, An Yanyuan was attracted by the contents of the book. There were not only the matters of the City God, but also the accumulation of the City God's Merit Incense Fire and the handling of prayers.
He closed the book.
An Yanyuan listened to the words of the devotees and suddenly had a wonderful method in his hand.
Words appeared in the void, and they gathered like rivers. All rivers flowed into An Yuan's palm, and in an instant, a small booklet appeared.
"Prayers." The small book condensed, and the title of the book appeared on the cover.
This was one of the wonderful techniques in the ancient scroll.
Condensing the wishes of the person making the wish, and then binding it into a booklet for easy reading and processing of wishes.
Immediately, An Yanyuan moved a magical spell and drew a talisman in the air. The ancient scroll's description turned into a mysterious symbol."Brilliant and mysterious, true language brush vermilion..."
Above the heads of those who knelt down and prayed, there was a small river of words that gathered on the table, forming a small book. When the book was opened, words automatically appeared on it. When a page was filled, the next page automatically appeared. When a page was filled, the next page automatically appeared.
Wish Books appeared one after another.
An Yanyuan smiled. This was a talisman technique that he used to inscribe. It would automatically condense a prayer book."The netherworld is infinite, so I'm not afraid that I can't support these prayer books.”
These Wish Books were easy to read as well. He only needed to cast a spell to finish reading a book in a few seconds and record it.
This was a kind of spiritual book, the best of Lord Shing Wong's techniques.
"Messenger of Death."
An Shiyuan called out softly.
In the temple, a black vortex appeared in front of the clay statue. A messenger of death walked out and stood in front of An Yanyuan.
"What orders does Lord Shing Wong have?”The messenger of death said respectfully.
"Every day after you return from your tour, spend some effort to put this prayer book into the Prayer Hall. Arrange it on the shelf that you have prepared, record the time when the book was formed, and place it in order.”
"Yes, sir."
The messenger of death bowed and took the Book of Prayers from An Yuyuan's hands. He placed it on the table and prepared to take it when the Book of Prayers on the table was almost full.
An Yanyuan looked at the bustling temple and turned around. A black shadow appeared in front of him and disappeared from the bustling place with the ancient scroll.
In the netherworld.
An Yanyuan appeared in the Underworld Square.
When the messenger of death who was active met him, he bowed and greeted him as his lord. An Yuanyuan nodded slightly.
In the next moment, An Yanyuan disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the empty darkness of the Shing Wong's Underworld. He waved his hand, and in addition to the previous buildings, there was another pavilion in the Underworld.
The attic wasn't big, and it was even slightly small. There was incense floating in the air, refreshing one's heart.
On the door of the attic, there was a plaque written in red gold and gilt--Prayer Book Collection Pavilion.
Rumble ~
The pavilion trembled slightly as it expanded. This was the Dao of Heaven and Earth in his sleeve, and bookshelves appeared within it. Beside each bookshelf was a blank wooden token.
Inside the door, there were three treasures of ink, brush, and inkstone. It was convenient for the messenger of death to organize the prayer book and mark the year and month on the blank wooden sign beside each bookshelf.
"I have a pavilion and a book. I just need a messenger of death to take more time to manage it.”
in the depths of the abyss I murmur softly.
Then, he headed to his residence, planning to go to the underworld to take a good look at the City God Ancient Scroll. He also wanted to take a closer look at the strange thoughts of the ghosts.
…On
a street.
There were three streets separated from the Shing Wong Temple. There were shops on both sides of the street, as well as a residential area. The building had seventeen floors.
Zhang Qiuyue and her best friend were walking on the road, each carrying a box.
It was a box of professional thermal imaging equipment and video recording equipment.
Yesterday, Zhang Qiuyue came to film as usual, but she did not manage to capture anything useful. Today, Zhang Qiuyue borrowed a professional thermal imaging device through a friend's channel. She swore that she would find the source of the 'strange thing' today and prove the existence of the Shing Wong!
When her video was released the day before yesterday, the traffic had skyrocketed. At the same time, she was excited that many people believed what she said and looked forward to the follow-up. This made her full of motivation.
"Are you a little hamster?!”Suddenly, a surprised voice rang out behind him.
Five people walked over, and one of them, a slightly plump youth, said happily,"It's really you.”
Zhang Qiuyue reacted quickly.
She was a small UP Master, so it was rare for her to be recognized, but it was not unheard of.
"My name is Wen Hongwen. I've been paying attention to you. I'm also from Cang City…" The slightly plump young man introduced himself happily. He also introduced Zhengfa Xialin, Pang Xiang, and the others. He even asked for a photo.
"Did you all watch my video?”Zhang Qiuyue was stunned.
There were both men and women in this group, and there were also two middle-aged men. She did not expect that she would have an audience among the middle-aged men.
"Yes, especially your episode the day before yesterday. I watched it several times.”
Lin Zhengfa smiled.
His eyes seemed sharp, but his voice was gentle, which was more in line with his personality. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to be the new teacher of ghost controllers in Cang City and teach outstanding ghost controllers.
After that, Lin Zhengfa and Zhang Qiuyue chatted for a while.
"We just finished worshipping the Shing Wong. We're going back. We look forward to your new video.”Lin Zhengfa smiled.
"Thank you, Uncle Lin. I'll do my best.”
Zhang Qiuyue said happily. The five fans were very enthusiastic and talked a lot. They also expressed their expectations for her new video, which made her believe in today's mission even more.
Then, she waved goodbye to everyone.
Pang Xiang and the others also said their farewells and left.
Lin Zhengfa smiled as he walked for a distance and looked at Zhang Qiuyue, who had disappeared from his sight.
"We have to pay more attention to this little girl recently.”His eyes flickered.
"Captain Lin, do you think she can get it?”
Zhou Xia asked. Lin Zhengfa shook his head slightly."I don't know either. We'll know when we get people to pay more attention to her videos."”
The next moment, he thought of something.
"Hongwen, contact the people in the bureau. Keep an eye on her and restrict all her videos about Shing Wong.”
"..."
Everyone's mouth was slightly agape... Was this something that humans could do?
The first step was to smile and talk to the other party in a friendly manner, and the second step was to stab him in the back with a knife. A white knife entered, a red knife…no, red intestines came out?
"Why are you looking at me?”Lin Zhengfa didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Is there no restriction? "The fewer people who know about the Shing Wong, the better. Hongwen, get the people in the bureau to do it as soon as possible. Limit the flow of the video and then intercept all the videos she posted about the Shing Wong Temple. Get the website to stop her from reviewing them and reject them.”
"…"
Everyone's mouth never closed.
…… "Three rewards for one draw?"
An Shiyuan didn't expect the check-in to be so rich this time.
Immediately after, he silently recited a sentence in his heart. He spread out his hand, and an ancient blue thread-bound book appeared in his palm. This was the first volume of the first, middle, and lower volumes of the City God Ancient Scroll.
The book opened.
One could see the ancient characters, the strokes were like dragons and snakes, giving off an atmosphere and vastness.
With just a few glances, An Yanyuan was attracted by the contents of the book. There were not only the matters of the City God, but also the accumulation of the City God's Merit Incense Fire and the handling of prayers.
He closed the book.
An Yanyuan listened to the words of the devotees and suddenly had a wonderful method in his hand.
Words appeared in the void, and they gathered like rivers. All rivers flowed into An Yuan's palm, and in an instant, a small booklet appeared.
"Prayers." The small book condensed, and the title of the book appeared on the cover.
This was one of the wonderful techniques in the ancient scroll.
Condensing the wishes of the person making the wish, and then binding it into a booklet for easy reading and processing of wishes.
Immediately, An Yanyuan moved a magical spell and drew a talisman in the air. The ancient scroll's description turned into a mysterious symbol."Brilliant and mysterious, true language brush vermilion..."
Above the heads of those who knelt down and prayed, there was a small river of words that gathered on the table, forming a small book. When the book was opened, words automatically appeared on it. When a page was filled, the next page automatically appeared. When a page was filled, the next page automatically appeared.
Wish Books appeared one after another.
An Yanyuan smiled. This was a talisman technique that he used to inscribe. It would automatically condense a prayer book."The netherworld is infinite, so I'm not afraid that I can't support these prayer books.”
These Wish Books were easy to read as well. He only needed to cast a spell to finish reading a book in a few seconds and record it.
This was a kind of spiritual book, the best of Lord Shing Wong's techniques.
"Messenger of Death."
An Shiyuan called out softly.
In the temple, a black vortex appeared in front of the clay statue. A messenger of death walked out and stood in front of An Yanyuan.
"What orders does Lord Shing Wong have?”The messenger of death said respectfully.
"Every day after you return from your tour, spend some effort to put this prayer book into the Prayer Hall. Arrange it on the shelf that you have prepared, record the time when the book was formed, and place it in order.”
"Yes, sir."
The messenger of death bowed and took the Book of Prayers from An Yuyuan's hands. He placed it on the table and prepared to take it when the Book of Prayers on the table was almost full.
An Yanyuan looked at the bustling temple and turned around. A black shadow appeared in front of him and disappeared from the bustling place with the ancient scroll.
In the netherworld.
An Yanyuan appeared in the Underworld Square.
When the messenger of death who was active met him, he bowed and greeted him as his lord. An Yuanyuan nodded slightly.
In the next moment, An Yanyuan disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the empty darkness of the Shing Wong's Underworld. He waved his hand, and in addition to the previous buildings, there was another pavilion in the Underworld.
The attic wasn't big, and it was even slightly small. There was incense floating in the air, refreshing one's heart.
On the door of the attic, there was a plaque written in red gold and gilt--Prayer Book Collection Pavilion.
Rumble ~
The pavilion trembled slightly as it expanded. This was the Dao of Heaven and Earth in his sleeve, and bookshelves appeared within it. Beside each bookshelf was a blank wooden token.
Inside the door, there were three treasures of ink, brush, and inkstone. It was convenient for the messenger of death to organize the prayer book and mark the year and month on the blank wooden sign beside each bookshelf.
"I have a pavilion and a book. I just need a messenger of death to take more time to manage it.”
in the depths of the abyss I murmur softly.
Then, he headed to his residence, planning to go to the underworld to take a good look at the City God Ancient Scroll. He also wanted to take a closer look at the strange thoughts of the ghosts.
…On
a street.
There were three streets separated from the Shing Wong Temple. There were shops on both sides of the street, as well as a residential area. The building had seventeen floors.
Zhang Qiuyue and her best friend were walking on the road, each carrying a box.
It was a box of professional thermal imaging equipment and video recording equipment.
Yesterday, Zhang Qiuyue came to film as usual, but she did not manage to capture anything useful. Today, Zhang Qiuyue borrowed a professional thermal imaging device through a friend's channel. She swore that she would find the source of the 'strange thing' today and prove the existence of the Shing Wong!
When her video was released the day before yesterday, the traffic had skyrocketed. At the same time, she was excited that many people believed what she said and looked forward to the follow-up. This made her full of motivation.
"Are you a little hamster?!”Suddenly, a surprised voice rang out behind him.
Five people walked over, and one of them, a slightly plump youth, said happily,"It's really you.”
Zhang Qiuyue reacted quickly.
She was a small UP Master, so it was rare for her to be recognized, but it was not unheard of.
"My name is Wen Hongwen. I've been paying attention to you. I'm also from Cang City…" The slightly plump young man introduced himself happily. He also introduced Zhengfa Xialin, Pang Xiang, and the others. He even asked for a photo.
"Did you all watch my video?”Zhang Qiuyue was stunned.
There were both men and women in this group, and there were also two middle-aged men. She did not expect that she would have an audience among the middle-aged men.
"Yes, especially your episode the day before yesterday. I watched it several times.”
Lin Zhengfa smiled.
His eyes seemed sharp, but his voice was gentle, which was more in line with his personality. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to be the new teacher of ghost controllers in Cang City and teach outstanding ghost controllers.
After that, Lin Zhengfa and Zhang Qiuyue chatted for a while.
"We just finished worshipping the Shing Wong. We're going back. We look forward to your new video.”Lin Zhengfa smiled.
"Thank you, Uncle Lin. I'll do my best.”
Zhang Qiuyue said happily. The five fans were very enthusiastic and talked a lot. They also expressed their expectations for her new video, which made her believe in today's mission even more.
Then, she waved goodbye to everyone.
Pang Xiang and the others also said their farewells and left.
Lin Zhengfa smiled as he walked for a distance and looked at Zhang Qiuyue, who had disappeared from his sight.
"We have to pay more attention to this little girl recently.”His eyes flickered.
"Captain Lin, do you think she can get it?”
Zhou Xia asked. Lin Zhengfa shook his head slightly."I don't know either. We'll know when we get people to pay more attention to her videos."”
The next moment, he thought of something.
"Hongwen, contact the people in the bureau. Keep an eye on her and restrict all her videos about Shing Wong.”
"..."
Everyone's mouth was slightly agape... Was this something that humans could do?
The first step was to smile and talk to the other party in a friendly manner, and the second step was to stab him in the back with a knife. A white knife entered, a red knife…no, red intestines came out?
"Why are you looking at me?”Lin Zhengfa didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Is there no restriction? "The fewer people who know about the Shing Wong, the better. Hongwen, get the people in the bureau to do it as soon as possible. Limit the flow of the video and then intercept all the videos she posted about the Shing Wong Temple. Get the website to stop her from reviewing them and reject them.”
"…"
Everyone's mouth never closed.
…… "Three rewards for one draw?"
An Shiyuan didn't expect the check-in to be so rich this time.
Immediately after, he silently recited a sentence in his heart. He spread out his hand, and an ancient blue thread-bound book appeared in his palm. This was the first volume of the first, middle, and lower volumes of the City God Ancient Scroll.
The book opened.
One could see the ancient characters, the strokes were like dragons and snakes, giving off an atmosphere and vastness.
With just a few glances, An Yanyuan was attracted by the contents of the book. There were not only the matters of the City God, but also the accumulation of the City God's Merit Incense Fire and the handling of prayers.
He closed the book.
An Yanyuan listened to the words of the devotees and suddenly had a wonderful method in his hand.
Words appeared in the void, and they gathered like rivers. All rivers flowed into An Yuan's palm, and in an instant, a small booklet appeared.
"Prayers." The small book condensed, and the title of the book appeared on the cover.
This was one of the wonderful techniques in the ancient scroll.
Condensing the wishes of the person making the wish, and then binding it into a booklet for easy reading and processing of wishes.
Immediately, An Yanyuan moved a magical spell and drew a talisman in the air. The ancient scroll's description turned into a mysterious symbol."Brilliant and mysterious, true language brush vermilion..."
Above the heads of those who knelt down and prayed, there was a small river of words that gathered on the table, forming a small book. When the book was opened, words automatically appeared on it. When a page was filled, the next page automatically appeared. When a page was filled, the next page automatically appeared.
Wish Books appeared one after another.
An Yanyuan smiled. This was a talisman technique that he used to inscribe. It would automatically condense a prayer book."The netherworld is infinite, so I'm not afraid that I can't support these prayer books.”
These Wish Books were easy to read as well. He only needed to cast a spell to finish reading a book in a few seconds and record it.
This was a kind of spiritual book, the best of Lord Shing Wong's techniques.
"Messenger of Death."
An Shiyuan called out softly.
In the temple, a black vortex appeared in front of the clay statue. A messenger of death walked out and stood in front of An Yanyuan.
"What orders does Lord Shing Wong have?”The messenger of death said respectfully.
"Every day after you return from your tour, spend some effort to put this prayer book into the Prayer Hall. Arrange it on the shelf that you have prepared, record the time when the book was formed, and place it in order.”
"Yes, sir."
The messenger of death bowed and took the Book of Prayers from An Yuyuan's hands. He placed it on the table and prepared to take it when the Book of Prayers on the table was almost full.
An Yanyuan looked at the bustling temple and turned around. A black shadow appeared in front of him and disappeared from the bustling place with the ancient scroll.
In the netherworld.
An Yanyuan appeared in the Underworld Square.
When the messenger of death who was active met him, he bowed and greeted him as his lord. An Yuanyuan nodded slightly.
In the next moment, An Yanyuan disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the empty darkness of the Shing Wong's Underworld. He waved his hand, and in addition to the previous buildings, there was another pavilion in the Underworld.
The attic wasn't big, and it was even slightly small. There was incense floating in the air, refreshing one's heart.
On the door of the attic, there was a plaque written in red gold and gilt--Prayer Book Collection Pavilion.
Rumble ~
The pavilion trembled slightly as it expanded. This was the Dao of Heaven and Earth in his sleeve, and bookshelves appeared within it. Beside each bookshelf was a blank wooden token.
Inside the door, there were three treasures of ink, brush, and inkstone. It was convenient for the messenger of death to organize the prayer book and mark the year and month on the blank wooden sign beside each bookshelf.
"I have a pavilion and a book. I just need a messenger of death to take more time to manage it.”
in the depths of the abyss I murmur softly.
Then, he headed to his residence, planning to go to the underworld to take a good look at the City God Ancient Scroll. He also wanted to take a closer look at the strange thoughts of the ghosts.
…On
a street.
There were three streets separated from the Shing Wong Temple. There were shops on both sides of the street, as well as a residential area. The building had seventeen floors.
Zhang Qiuyue and her best friend were walking on the road, each carrying a box.
It was a box of professional thermal imaging equipment and video recording equipment.
Yesterday, Zhang Qiuyue came to film as usual, but she did not manage to capture anything useful. Today, Zhang Qiuyue borrowed a professional thermal imaging device through a friend's channel. She swore that she would find the source of the 'strange thing' today and prove the existence of the Shing Wong!
When her video was released the day before yesterday, the traffic had skyrocketed. At the same time, she was excited that many people believed what she said and looked forward to the follow-up. This made her full of motivation.
"Are you a little hamster?!”Suddenly, a surprised voice rang out behind him.
Five people walked over, and one of them, a slightly plump youth, said happily,"It's really you.”
Zhang Qiuyue reacted quickly.
She was a small UP Master, so it was rare for her to be recognized, but it was not unheard of.
"My name is Wen Hongwen. I've been paying attention to you. I'm also from Cang City…" The slightly plump young man introduced himself happily. He also introduced Zhengfa Xialin, Pang Xiang, and the others. He even asked for a photo.
"Did you all watch my video?”Zhang Qiuyue was stunned.
There were both men and women in this group, and there were also two middle-aged men. She did not expect that she would have an audience among the middle-aged men.
"Yes, especially your episode the day before yesterday. I watched it several times.”
Lin Zhengfa smiled.
His eyes seemed sharp, but his voice was gentle, which was more in line with his personality. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to be the new teacher of ghost controllers in Cang City and teach outstanding ghost controllers.
After that, Lin Zhengfa and Zhang Qiuyue chatted for a while.
"We just finished worshipping the Shing Wong. We're going back. We look forward to your new video.”Lin Zhengfa smiled.
"Thank you, Uncle Lin. I'll do my best.”
Zhang Qiuyue said happily. The five fans were very enthusiastic and talked a lot. They also expressed their expectations for her new video, which made her believe in today's mission even more.
Then, she waved goodbye to everyone.
Pang Xiang and the others also said their farewells and left.
Lin Zhengfa smiled as he walked for a distance and looked at Zhang Qiuyue, who had disappeared from his sight.
"We have to pay more attention to this little girl recently.”His eyes flickered.
"Captain Lin, do you think she can get it?”
Zhou Xia asked. Lin Zhengfa shook his head slightly."I don't know either. We'll know when we get people to pay more attention to her videos."”
The next moment, he thought of something.
"Hongwen, contact the people in the bureau. Keep an eye on her and restrict all her videos about Shing Wong.”
"..."
Everyone's mouth was slightly agape... Was this something that humans could do?
The first step was to smile and talk to the other party in a friendly manner, and the second step was to stab him in the back with a knife. A white knife entered, a red knife…no, red intestines came out?
"Why are you looking at me?”Lin Zhengfa didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Is there no restriction? "The fewer people who know about the Shing Wong, the better. Hongwen, get the people in the bureau to do it as soon as possible. Limit the flow of the video and then intercept all the videos she posted about the Shing Wong Temple. Get the website to stop her from reviewing them and reject them.”
"…"
Everyone's mouth never closed.
…… "Three rewards for one draw?"
An Shiyuan didn't expect the check-in to be so rich this time.
Immediately after, he silently recited a sentence in his heart. He spread out his hand, and an ancient blue thread-bound book appeared in his palm. This was the first volume of the first, middle, and lower volumes of the City God Ancient Scroll.
The book opened.
One could see the ancient characters, the strokes were like dragons and snakes, giving off an atmosphere and vastness.
With just a few glances, An Yanyuan was attracted by the contents of the book. There were not only the matters of the City God, but also the accumulation of the City God's Merit Incense Fire and the handling of prayers.
He closed the book.
An Yanyuan listened to the words of the devotees and suddenly had a wonderful method in his hand.
Words appeared in the void, and they gathered like rivers. All rivers flowed into An Yuan's palm, and in an instant, a small booklet appeared.
"Prayers." The small book condensed, and the title of the book appeared on the cover.
This was one of the wonderful techniques in the ancient scroll.
Condensing the wishes of the person making the wish, and then binding it into a booklet for easy reading and processing of wishes.
Immediately, An Yanyuan moved a magical spell and drew a talisman in the air. The ancient scroll's description turned into a mysterious symbol."Brilliant and mysterious, true language brush vermilion..."
Above the heads of those who knelt down and prayed, there was a small river of words that gathered on the table, forming a small book. When the book was opened, words automatically appeared on it. When a page was filled, the next page automatically appeared. When a page was filled, the next page automatically appeared.
Wish Books appeared one after another.
An Yanyuan smiled. This was a talisman technique that he used to inscribe. It would automatically condense a prayer book."The netherworld is infinite, so I'm not afraid that I can't support these prayer books.”
These Wish Books were easy to read as well. He only needed to cast a spell to finish reading a book in a few seconds and record it.
This was a kind of spiritual book, the best of Lord Shing Wong's techniques.
"Messenger of Death."
An Shiyuan called out softly.
In the temple, a black vortex appeared in front of the clay statue. A messenger of death walked out and stood in front of An Yanyuan.
"What orders does Lord Shing Wong have?”The messenger of death said respectfully.
"Every day after you return from your tour, spend some effort to put this prayer book into the Prayer Hall. Arrange it on the shelf that you have prepared, record the time when the book was formed, and place it in order.”
"Yes, sir."
The messenger of death bowed and took the Book of Prayers from An Yuyuan's hands. He placed it on the table and prepared to take it when the Book of Prayers on the table was almost full.
An Yanyuan looked at the bustling temple and turned around. A black shadow appeared in front of him and disappeared from the bustling place with the ancient scroll.
In the netherworld.
An Yanyuan appeared in the Underworld Square.
When the messenger of death who was active met him, he bowed and greeted him as his lord. An Yuanyuan nodded slightly.
In the next moment, An Yanyuan disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the empty darkness of the Shing Wong's Underworld. He waved his hand, and in addition to the previous buildings, there was another pavilion in the Underworld.
The attic wasn't big, and it was even slightly small. There was incense floating in the air, refreshing one's heart.
On the door of the attic, there was a plaque written in red gold and gilt--Prayer Book Collection Pavilion.
Rumble ~
The pavilion trembled slightly as it expanded. This was the Dao of Heaven and Earth in his sleeve, and bookshelves appeared within it. Beside each bookshelf was a blank wooden token.
Inside the door, there were three treasures of ink, brush, and inkstone. It was convenient for the messenger of death to organize the prayer book and mark the year and month on the blank wooden sign beside each bookshelf.
"I have a pavilion and a book. I just need a messenger of death to take more time to manage it.”
in the depths of the abyss I murmur softly.
Then, he headed to his residence, planning to go to the underworld to take a good look at the City God Ancient Scroll. He also wanted to take a closer look at the strange thoughts of the ghosts.
…On
a street.
There were three streets separated from the Shing Wong Temple. There were shops on both sides of the street, as well as a residential area. The building had seventeen floors.
Zhang Qiuyue and her best friend were walking on the road, each carrying a box.
It was a box of professional thermal imaging equipment and video recording equipment.
Yesterday, Zhang Qiuyue came to film as usual, but she did not manage to capture anything useful. Today, Zhang Qiuyue borrowed a professional thermal imaging device through a friend's channel. She swore that she would find the source of the 'strange thing' today and prove the existence of the Shing Wong!
When her video was released the day before yesterday, the traffic had skyrocketed. At the same time, she was excited that many people believed what she said and looked forward to the follow-up. This made her full of motivation.
"Are you a little hamster?!”Suddenly, a surprised voice rang out behind him.
Five people walked over, and one of them, a slightly plump youth, said happily,"It's really you.”
Zhang Qiuyue reacted quickly.
She was a small UP Master, so it was rare for her to be recognized, but it was not unheard of.
"My name is Wen Hongwen. I've been paying attention to you. I'm also from Cang City…" The slightly plump young man introduced himself happily. He also introduced Zhengfa Xialin, Pang Xiang, and the others. He even asked for a photo.
"Did you all watch my video?”Zhang Qiuyue was stunned.
There were both men and women in this group, and there were also two middle-aged men. She did not expect that she would have an audience among the middle-aged men.
"Yes, especially your episode the day before yesterday. I watched it several times.”
Lin Zhengfa smiled.
His eyes seemed sharp, but his voice was gentle, which was more in line with his personality. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to be the new teacher of ghost controllers in Cang City and teach outstanding ghost controllers.
After that, Lin Zhengfa and Zhang Qiuyue chatted for a while.
"We just finished worshipping the Shing Wong. We're going back. We look forward to your new video.”Lin Zhengfa smiled.
"Thank you, Uncle Lin. I'll do my best.”
Zhang Qiuyue said happily. The five fans were very enthusiastic and talked a lot. They also expressed their expectations for her new video, which made her believe in today's mission even more.
Then, she waved goodbye to everyone.
Pang Xiang and the others also said their farewells and left.
Lin Zhengfa smiled as he walked for a distance and looked at Zhang Qiuyue, who had disappeared from his sight.
"We have to pay more attention to this little girl recently.”His eyes flickered.
"Captain Lin, do you think she can get it?”
Zhou Xia asked. Lin Zhengfa shook his head slightly."I don't know either. We'll know when we get people to pay more attention to her videos."”
The next moment, he thought of something.
"Hongwen, contact the people in the bureau. Keep an eye on her and restrict all her videos about Shing Wong.”
"..."
Everyone's mouth was slightly agape... Was this something that humans could do?
The first step was to smile and talk to the other party in a friendly manner, and the second step was to stab him in the back with a knife. A white knife entered, a red knife…no, red intestines came out?
"Why are you looking at me?”Lin Zhengfa didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Is there no restriction? "The fewer people who know about the Shing Wong, the better. Hongwen, get the people in the bureau to do it as soon as possible. Limit the flow of the video and then intercept all the videos she posted about the Shing Wong Temple. Get the website to stop her from reviewing them and reject them.”
"…"
Everyone's mouth never closed.
……
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