Xu Ze is a night taxi driver. Every midnight, Wang Hui's low and hoarse voice accompanied him through the streets and alleys of Yanjing.

He could no longer remember what was said on the radio, but he would be shocked when he heard a certain paragraph, and his hand holding the steering wheel suddenly shaking, causing the water in the water cup to spill out.

In the atmosphere created by the radio, if he drives through a remote section of the road, he will be scared when he sees the figure illuminated by the car lights in the dark, and will feel scared when he sees the cat that suddenly jumps.

"Ghost Blows Out the Light: Jingjue Ancient City? What is this story?"

In Capital International Airport, taxis lined up in long queues waiting for passengers. He was very dissatisfied with the story on "Late Night Ghost Story". He deliberately used cat abuse to show the horror atmosphere, which was really bad.

I hope this story won’t disappoint myself. The Yanjing Airport at midnight is still brightly lit. Xu Ze lit a cigarette, took a sip, then stuck the cigarette out of the car window and flicked it twice, listening to the story on the radio.

"This paper-tie master is very skilled. He can do everything you say vividly. He tied Hu Guohua a paper woman with white paper paste as required, and painted the paper man with eyebrows, eyes, nose, clothes and hair..."

Xu Ze listened with relish. He had a premonition that this paper man was absolutely extraordinary, and he looked at himself and didn't even know when the passengers got on the bus.

"Master? Go to the east gate of Yanjing Normal University, do you know how to go?"

"ah?"

Xu Ze was startled. He quickly threw the cigarette out of the car window, started the car and moved it forward, and said, "Sorry, I was fascinated just now, but I didn't even notice it. Where are you going?"

The middle-aged man wearing glasses was a little tired. He was unbuttoning his hat and scarf. After hearing Xu Ze's voice, he replied: "East Gate of Yanjing Normal University."

"Okay."

Xu Ze stepped on the accelerator, and the taxi quickly rushed out of the parking garage underground at the airport and drove towards the distance of the black and deserted.

The roads that were extremely congested during the day became unobstructed. Xu Ze drove while listening to Wang Hui telling ghost stories. He suddenly woke up. It seemed that it was not appropriate to let passengers listen to such stories in the middle of the night, so he reached out and turned the volume down a little.

"Master, don't be small, just come normally." Hu Wei stopped Xu Ze's actions. He was also very curious about this ghost story. The paper-made man was possessed by a female ghost and even tempted Hu Guohua to dig a grave. The story behind him was also bizarre.

Rat friends, rat friends, are also addicted to smoking. They can swallow clouds and mist and smoke Fushou cream, and they can dig holes and steal money to buy cigarettes for Hu Guohua, but unfortunately they were killed by others.

"This mouse is probably a sperm, it's amazing!"

Xu Ze sighed, when Wang Hui said goodbye next time, he didn't react at all.

It used to be talked for an hour, but why is it done in half an hour now? It’s too short? Could it be that the radio station cuts the duration of the program?

Such a good show and such an attractive story wouldn't it be like this?

Xu Ze thought about it all over his head, quickly took out his headphones and put them on. He called the phone number mentioned every night, preparing to ask what was going on.

As a result, the call couldn't be reached at all. The other party was in the call. Please dial again later!

"Master, what's the story?"

Hu Wei in the back seat suddenly became interested. Anyway, he couldn't sleep now, so why not go back and read this ghost story.

"It seems to be called the Ghost Blows the Light: Jingjue Ancient City, I just started talking about it today."

Hu Wei started searching directly on the back seat.

...

Wang Hui on the radio temporarily turned off the equipment and took off the headphones at the same time. The sluggish voice was guaranteed to not read typos. Only older announcers like them had the ability to read it in one breath.

Nowadays, younger announcers have very poor basic skills. Most of the time, they use recording and broadcasting, and they dare not be on live broadcasts at all.

When Xiao Wu saw Wang Hui pushing the door out of the live broadcast room, he stretched out his thumb and compared, "Brother Wang, you said it well! This story is really good."

"It's pretty good, but it's just a little shorter, half an hour less than usual." Wang Hui sighed. It's really not very used to the story that was finished so early.

"It's good to get off work early, but the salary is still paid anyway, and the working hours are shortened."

This is the current progress of "Ghost Blows Out the Light". Menglong Culture Media has specially regulated it to ensure that most channels can go hand in hand. Their Yanjing Radio Station is also powerless.

Wang Hui took a sip of water to moisten his throat and was about to pack up and go home. Anyway, the program after the schedule has been recorded, and it is enough that the staff only need to play it.

I just packed up my things, but several night shift staff there were so busy!

"Brother Wang, I'm really a ghost today! There weren't so many people calling when they were the hottest."

"What are they calling here to do? Is it a complaint that my live broadcast time is too short?" Wang Hui joked that the listening rate of his program was originally at the bottom. Who can expect how many people will use radio stations at midnight?

However, the staff over there shook their heads, "They are all here to praise you, and say this story is very nice, so let you tell more."

Wang Hui laughed silently, "This is not my credit. This novel was written by Zhang Chu and has nothing to do with me."

"That's not. Someone asked me what the story is called. You said it during the live broadcast, but they didn't listen carefully."

"Xiao Zhou, this is a good thing. It proves that we still have a lot of listeners. You can explain it to them slowly. I will explain it again when I broadcast it live tomorrow."

There have not been so many lively scenes in which phones ring at the same time in years. I'm afraid that the previous shows did not look like this.

...

Xu Ze finally got the phone number announced by the radio station. He quickly asked, "Hello, I was just listening to Teacher Wang Hui's "Late Night Ghost Story". Isn't it usually necessary to talk for an hour? Why did you finish it in thirty minutes today?"

There was a girl's voice on the other end of the phone: "Sorry, because the content of the program has been adjusted, and this is the only content that Teacher Wang got. We are communicating with the novel author to see if we can talk more every day."

"Then you must communicate well. The story of this show is pretty good." Xu Ze understood it quite well and was not too anxious.

"Thank you for your understanding. Welcome to continue listening to "Late Night Ghost Story" at the same time tomorrow!"

After Xu Ze hung up the phone, he calmed down. He was just a novel, why did he keep thinking about it?

But the three words "Ghost Blows the Light" have been firmly imprinted in his mind. The lights are on, but the ghost comes to blow them out.
Chapter completed!