In the human world, it was the fourteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar.
The night before the Ghost Festival!
Hangzhou, night.
It was drizzling, and the entire city was covered in a gray haze.
"Haha! What kind of dog shit luck did I, Old Zhao, have today to actually pick up so much money!”
In an old house, a man who looked to be in his early fifties was counting a stack of red banknotes in his hand with a smile.
A gust of cold wind blew past, blowing the copper bell he hung at the door, making a crisp ring.
In an instant, Old Zhao felt dizzy. He didn't know why today.
He would feel dizzy from time to time. He went to the hospital for a few checkups, but nothing was wrong.
The doctor gave him a few pills and said that he might be tired and asked him to rest more.
12 midnight!
The night was getting deeper and deeper.
A dark cloud covered the only light in the sky.
Perhaps it was because the bed was too hard, Old Zhao felt uncomfortable sleeping.
In a daze, it was as if a cold breeze had blown past. He could not help but shrink his body and turn over.
In the silent darkness, there was an indescribable sense of oppression!
On the bed, Old Zhao's back, which was already drenched in sweat, was bone-chilling.
In the midst of the paste, Old Zhao suddenly felt difficulty breathing. His entire body was stiff and uncomfortable.
His confused consciousness suddenly woke up, but he could not open his eyes no matter what. He could not move his hands and feet, as if he was pressed to the ground.
"What's with the black shadow on the man's body?!!”
"Host! Please explain!"
"F * ck! If there was background music here, I would pee my pants!”
" Ghost pressure??"
At some point in time, Bai Xiaoge had secretly started streaming.
Meanwhile, the netizens who had been waiting for Bai Xiaoge's livestream were fortunate enough to witness this scene.
After an unknown period of time, Old Zhao suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. His forehead was covered in sweat as he nervously looked around.
He seemed to have sensed something unusual.
However, the room was calm and peaceful. He did not find anything wrong.
Old Zhao let out a long sigh and went to the toilet. The moment he raised his head, his heart sank.
In the mirror, his face was frighteningly pale, and a pair of thick dark circles hung on his face.
"Sigh! This physical version was getting worse and worse.”
However, at this time, Old Zhao still did not realize that he had already gotten involved with something unclean.
She stretched her body and looked at the time. It was 2 o'clock at night.
It seemed that Old Zhao felt that it was still early, so he went back to sleep.
However, the netizens who saw him in the live broadcast room had an indescribable feeling towards Old Zhao.
What was wrong?
At this moment, Bai Xiaoge's Wailing Stick appeared in her hand.
Yin Qi swirled around the wailing staff. In the next moment, he knocked it heavily on the ground.
"Bang!" A muffled sound spread out in all directions with Bai Xiaoge at the center.
In an instant, the scene in the live broadcast room changed.
To be more precise, Bai Xiaoge had revealed the true colors of the scene.
“！！！！！”
"F * ck!
"F * ck!"
"F * ck, 1"
......
...
The live broadcast room was instantly flooded with comments!!
Looking at the scene in front of them, the netizens in the livestream could feel their scalps go numb.
The sky was gray, the grass was green, and there was a small bag and a cold stone tablet.
"Damn it! Who can tell me, if this isn't a grave, what else can it be?”
"That! Upstairs, be more confident that this is someone's grave!!”
"I hereby declare that I have a primary school diploma! One f * ck, go all over the world!"
"I've been following Streamer Wuchang all this time. This is the first time I feel like I'm in a horror movie!!”
At this moment, Old Zhao was actually lying on a grave, and he was completely unaware.
"Is this middle-aged uncle going to die at the grave?”
"You guess?"
"Host! Did she come out to accompany him to admire the scenery?”
"The person above said it well. Let's meet at the grave!"
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Name: Zhao Degang
[Age: 55]
[Occupation: Farmer worker]
Cause of death: Drowning.
Bai Xiaoge glanced at the Death Note in her hand and confirmed who she was going to receive tonight.
A loud and clear rooster crow sounded. At this moment, the sky was already hazy.
Old Zhao's drowsiness slowly dissipated, and he suddenly felt relaxed in the cool breeze.
"This... I... Why the hell am I sleeping in such a place?!!”
When he opened his eyes and saw such a quiet grave, Old Zhao's head buzzed, and he immediately felt the urge to pee.
Under the hazy sky, the tombstones looked like gloomy faces, silently staring at him.
Fear filled his brain. Old Zhao could even hear his own heartbeat. Trembling, he ran out of the cemetery.
He ran along the mountain path for a long time, but Old Zhao seemed to be spinning in circles. No matter how he ran, he could not run out of the graveyard.
"Ghost wall!"
The netizens in the live broadcast room immediately thought of a terrifying scene.
"Ah!"
At this moment, after a series of terrified screams, Old Zhao stopped moving.
He lay in a puddle.
Seeing this scene, the netizens in the live broadcast room instantly felt uncomfortable.
Each of them seemed to feel that it was difficult for them to breathe.
On the screen, Old Zhao was lying motionless in the puddle.
Soon, a soul left his body.
Seeing his motionless body, Old Zhao's soul almost went crazy.
"How is this possible? How can I die like this?!”
Before and after the Hungry Ghost Festival, the Yin Qi was too strong. Old Zhao's soul, which had just left his body, actually had a trace of ghost power.
"This is your fate! You can't force it."
At this moment, Bai Xiaoge appeared in his field of vision with the Bone Mourning Staff in her hand.
"Impermanence Ghost Officer!"
"Why did you watch me die?! Why?"
Old Zhao's voice was filled with resentment, as if he wanted to shift all his resentment onto Bai Xiaoge.
"Stubborn!"
Bai Xiaoge gripped the mournful staff tightly and tightened her grip. Old Zhao's soul immediately fell to his knees.
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