Jin Liuzi was flattered and waved his hand quickly, his mouth was vague, and he gestured with ummy eyes, looking at Sister Gu expectant, and Sister Gu translated: "He said don't call me that, you are Mr. Qin's son, and you can't afford this title."

Qin Xiaowang pulled Jin Liuzi and said, "Uncle Liuzi, I'm going to play!"

Jin Liuzi put down the chicken legs in his hand, grinned and showed his sharp teeth, nodded vigorously, and pointed to his back.

Qin Xiaowang rushed up and rode on Jin Liuzi's head: "Go!"

Jin Liuzi sneaked out of the back door, Gao Ying went to the front store to tell Qin Kun, and Qin Kun nodded.

"Why don't this guy kiss me..."

Qin Kun was puzzled and felt that he had to find someone to ask for advice on how to be a father.

"Boss, the little boss has only been here for a while and he kissed slowly. But will it be okay to let them out like this? After all, Senior Jin looks a little different from us..."

"It's okay. I usually think he is a supporting role when I go out. Besides, I'm just sticking to the talisman."

...

On winter evenings, it is the happiest time for ghost messengers, especially this year.

After Chu Qianxun installed holographic projection equipment for the town, the ghost messengers could walk openly in the world. Anyway, no one knew whether the ghosts they saw were true or false. This was something that I dared not think about before.

Niu Meng, peeling, water monks and ghost messengers were rampant in the streets. If ordinary tourists were torture, they would definitely run away with fright. But since that show, they would hear cheers and cheers whenever they showed up.

"Look! Hundreds of ghosts walk at night!"

"Wow, so handsome! I like that hanged ghost!"

Ah Dian gave a wink and licked his lips with his tongue: "I have vision!"

The bullhead and horse face are considered traditional ghosts, and they are not low in popularity, but the hanged ghost has a natural height advantage. In addition, it is floating in the air, which looks more eye-catching and has the highest popularity.

It’s Dong Ao down.

The Marquis of Xiliang is very low-key when they are with ghosts. When they go out, they will always ride on the bone horse with only bones left. There are still many fans.

Unfortunately, tourists can’t take photos no matter what method they use, which is the only regret.

But this has triggered the development of another industry in the supernatural town: street artists who draw sketches.

At present, there is only one such street artist, Yuan Xinghan. It is strange that Yuan Xinghan was not low-key when setting up a stall, but instead showed his identity directly.

Vice Chairman of Linjiang Calligraphy and Painting Association, the sign almost blinded the tourists.

If they didn’t search for the photos immediately and agree with the person in front of them, they would think this is a liar. Whose industry has taken this job?

"Yuan...Mr. Yuan! I've seen your paintings in the subway!"

"Mr. Yuan, can you take a photo?"

"Mr. Yuan..."

The Yuanxinghan brand says: Only sketches are drawn, 200 per picture. Although the style is down-to-earth, the posture is still very high.

It doesn't matter if you are photographed, but you will never take photos.

Some tourists were not dissatisfied with this sense of alienation, but instead respected Yuan Xinghan a little more.

"Mr. Yuan, can you draw a sketch for me and that Junhou?"

"sure!"

"Then... then let's go there quickly, they're gone!"

"No need." Yuan Xinghan shouted, "Old Jun! Could you delay 5 minutes here?"

Dong Ao naturally knew Yuan Xinghan and came to bow and bowed: "Mr. Yuan, why should I call me?"

"Hand up with this lady?"

Dong Ao thought for a while and nodded.

In 5 minutes, after a sketch was finished, Yuan Xinghan's brushwork was as if he was a god. With just a few strokes, Dong Ao and the white bone horse appeared on the paper. Next to it was a fan girl who secretly glanced at Dong Ao, and her eyes could not hide her excitement.

The story of Prince Charming and the folk princess is finished!

“Chenghui, 200.”

The fan paid and left happily with the painting. This is not only a sketch, but also a collection value! After all, it is from Yuan Xinghan's hand.

Yuan Xinghan shouted: "Next one, only draw 10 pictures a day, first come first served."

Wu Senran saw this scene at the barbecue stall and was so shocked that his chin fell off. He looked at Yuan Xinghan who was painting under the locust tree and counted with his fingers: "...10 paintings are drawn every day, 200 per picture, and there are still people to grab the quota. After finishing the painting in 5 minutes, it will be 2,000 a day. It takes 50 minutes in total, and it is stable for 60,000 yuan a month. No... I want to learn painting."

Wu Senran felt that people were more angry than others. He looked longing and a beautiful woman came over on the street next to him.

Tu Xuanxuan and her assistant walked on the road, saying to the headset as they walked: "Dear listeners, this is FM74.4, Tonight's nonsense show. Today, we came to an interesting town in the northern suburbs. I believe many people have guessed this place. That's right, it's the supernatural town of the Halloween show! It is said that many niche supernatural films use this as a shooting site. What's the special thing about this? We will interview one by one in a while. In addition, I heard that some strange things happened here. What's the specific thing about it? We have to explore it slowly! Okay, without saying much, we have met the first boss, Boss Wu at the intersection of the Qianbian District."

"Boss Wu is the first batch of merchants here, operating private kitchen barbecue. Hello Boss Wu!"

Wu Senran looked at Tu Xuanxuan in confusion. Tu Xuanxuan closed the wheat and threw the manuscript to Wu Senran: "Look at what I do, read it as I do!"

Wu Senran smiled bitterly: "You didn't tell me!"

“Just created!”

"What should I do if I get it wrong?"

"The audio program is not a video. You have to cut it when you go back, don't be too slow!"

Wu Senran held the manuscript with a bitter face. After seeing Tu Xuanxuan's gestures of 3, 2, 1, ok, he opened his mouth: "Uh, hello Xuanxuan."

"Well, Boss Wu, can you ask how long have you been here?"

"It's about half a year."

"Ah! It's been a long time. I heard that this town is very novel. What do you think makes you special?"

"Hologram projection, on the Halloween show, the night trip of hundreds of ghosts really opened my eyes. There are also screen projection and real-life experience hidden on the street, which is also very attentive."

"Oh~ In other words, the environment here is unique and the atmosphere is exciting, and it feels very attractive to young people, right?"

"That's right, but this is not just the atmosphere... This town... is really unusual..."

“What about?”

"When we eat, there will be a pair of dishes and chopsticks. The same thing happens frequently in the crew. They are all common, saying it's a ghost to eat."

"Oh? Is it true?"

"It's definitely not true. But... I dare not say it's fake."

Opposite the street corner, Hodge saw the interview and the crossbow's lively appearance, and took a sip of coffee.

Behind him, a Japanese spoke in a bad Chinese language: "Doctor Howard, do you care about ghosts and wandering here?"

"What ghost? Where is there ghosts in the world? These are all holographic projections~"
Chapter completed!