Lao Liu said puzzledly: "I can't even take a camera when I look like this. Why are you not a ghost?"

Xia Ren wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "...Let's be so spiritual, infected, etc., it's not a ghost. I have a lot of knowledge, so you can listen to mine."

What he said is reasonable and convincing.

Lao Liu paused, reluctantly accepted the title, and said, "Then... OK, I am Ling."

He looked at the dark night outside the window and brewed another thought: "I sat all night. In the early morning, I looked at the rising sun outside, and finally accepted what happened to me. Since I have all the spirits, it means that there are many other things. So, when I saw you just now, I vaguely had a guess in my heart, you are the legendary ghost messenger."

Xia Ren waved his hands repeatedly: "Everyone said there is no ghost..."

Lao Liu thought for a while and said, "That's... a cultivator?"

"Ahem."

Xia Ren raised the chamber and tried to repeat in his mind that there was not much oil in the car. He had to pay for gasoline after he returned. A little vicissitudes, a little tiredness, and a little tiredness in the world suddenly appeared on his face, creating a sense of extraordinary temperament, as if he had tired of this world.

He put his hands behind him and said, "Since you guessed it, I won't hide it from you. That's right, I am the Song Shuhang who dominates Song Xuansheng, the Baru Xuanmo, and the Balong Ancient Saint!"

As usual, after hearing such a self-reported person, Lao Liu felt that he should take a breath and repeat "It turned out to be..." and so on.

But Xia Ren said that the prefix was too long, and he didn't remember a complete one, and only heard the word with the highest frequency: Ba.

Lao Liu thought about it and felt that if he said this "domineering", he would suffer a little, so he ignored the question of name and said, "I know that after a person dies, he will become... spirits, so, are you here to save me?"

Xia Ren was very satisfied with Lao Liu's attitude. Unlike Old Lady Liu and the others, he had to try his best to move forward before he could proceed to the next step. The other party understood clearly and did not have to bother himself. He took the initiative to save the foreplay process and directly entered the topic.

I just like it's so simple and neat!

"That's right."

Xia Ren nodded and said, "According to the process, I should have been directly saved, but I see that you have a good attitude, so I will give you some time. If you have any questions, I can help you as long as it is not too much."

It is rare for a Class II infected body to stay honestly in the place where he died and not run around. Moreover, it seems that it is very simple to seal it up. Xia Ren feels that it is unreasonable if he doesn't take the initiative to do anything.

"What's the matter?..."

Lao Liu lowered his head and thought for half a minute this time.

He actually wanted to ask Xia Ren to help take care of his family, but as soon as this idea came out, he knew it was impossible. Lao Liu had been beaten by so many society over the years and had long understood worldly style. Taking care of his family is a long-term thing. Even the best brother may not be able to persevere, let alone a completely stranger.

As for the others... Lao Liu thought about it all day in the house and had already figured it out.

He sighed and said, "There is nothing to help, just let me finish the last live broadcast."

Xia Ren nodded: "Yes, but it won't take too long."

"Thanks."

Lao Liu put on the smiling mask again, adjusted the position of his phone, and turned on the microphone.

"I just finished my business, sorry brothers, I'm going to be broadcast early tonight."

The audience was surprised that they had never seen Lao Liugang broadcast live in less than half an hour.

Wang Xiaoming was also a little angry when he lay on it, feeling that he had wasted his feelings tonight, so he posted a barrage: I am in a hurry to go to death!

This barrage was quickly overwhelmed by other barrages, but it didn't matter much, because many of the barrages at this time were scolding the anchor.

"Why, there are students in our live broadcast room and some who have to go to work. They have to get up early tomorrow, so it won't be so late."

Speaking of this, Lao Liu slowed down: "Finally, let's talk to you for a while. Those who watch my live broadcast are basically younger than Lao Liu. You all know why I am famous. Truthfully, brothers, don't go the same path as me, do whatever you want, and do something down-to-earth, give your parents some light, don't be like me, and make people laugh and chat for a lifetime."

Wang Xiaoming on the other side of the screen did not agree with Lao Liu's words. He still envied Lao Liu. He could do nothing and make money by sitting at home and broadcasting live every day. As for what Lao Liu said about hard work? What is that? Is it harder than running a cāo every day?

Unlike Wang Xiaoming, there are many people in the live broadcast room giving rewards, wanting Lao Liu to broadcast for a while, after all, he still has loyal fans.

"Okay, brothers, enough, don't give me rewards to Lao Liu. Your money is not caused by the strong wind. If you have students, don't give rewards to the anchors casually. That's all your parents' money. Some say it's New Year's money, your own, but have you ever thought about it? If you waste the New Year's money casually and want to buy other things, don't you still have to ask your parents for money."

When they heard the three words "New Year's money", the direction of the barrage immediately changed. These three words seemed to stimulate the sensitive nerves of a group of people. They began to send barrage crazily, refuting and insulting Lao Liu, and subconsciously ignored Lao Liu's last sentence "Isn't it still asking for money from his parents"?

Xia Ren stood next to Lao Liu, took out his mobile phone, opened the live broadcast software, and entered his live broadcast room.

Seeing this wave of barrage, it is not difficult to guess what kind of tender faces are behind the screen.

Xia Ren suddenly recalled a line he saw in a certain anime:

Cheap self-esteem, crude arrogance,

No matter which one is what younger generations value.

To be honest, this line is not very suitable for the situation. These lieutenants are just stupid criticisms.

Lao Liu did not stand in Xia Ren's position, and he had to watch these barrage, but once he watched it, even if he had seen any scenes for so long, he would inevitably feel sad.

He looked at the screen and for a short moment, he actually forgot what he wanted to say.

Until a barrage appears:

Lao Liu, haven’t you been in society? Tell us about the sermon.

Words are full of longing and expectation.

"Fuck you!"

Lao Liu slapped the table with a slap. The huge force shocked all the things on the table. The scene in the live broadcast room trembled violently, and the mask on Lao Liu's face was almost dropped. Xia Ren was quick-eyed and stretched out one hand to help press it.

The infected body is indeed an infected body, and we cannot expect to be exactly like a normal person.

Xia Ren wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was really dangerous just now. If so many viewers saw that the anchor's face was blurred during the live broadcast, the foundation would probably come to him soon, and he and Liu Fusheng would also be exposed.

In the blink of an eye, the picture stopped shaking, and Lao Liu realized his loss of composure and put on a mask again.

This time, facing the camera, he did not apologize as usual, but continued: "What you are talking about is not society, that is stupid bī)!"

After saying this, he was silent for a long time, and did not go to watch the barrage again, and directly closed the live broadcast room.

Xia Ren patted his shoulder again and comforted him: "It's okay, in fact, you said so much just now, it's useless. All young people have heard of the great truth, but they just lack a beating from society."

Lao Liu sighed and turned around and was about to say something, when he saw that his vision was already occupied by terrifying tentacles.

...

...

After helping to call the police, Xia Ren left Lao Liu's house and returned to the car.

"Solved?"

"It's over."

Xia Ren was not very interested in speaking, so he put on his seat belt and drove away from the community.

Halfway.

"Do you have change in your pocket?" Xia Ren suddenly asked.

"have."

Liu Fusheng touched his pocket, "It's only over sixty."

"Give it to me." Xia Ren stretched out a hand.

Liu Fusheng handed it to him, but he was a little puzzled: "What do you want my change for?"

Xia Ren: "The car is almost out of gas."

Liu Fusheng: "..."

...

...

Although Lao Liu closed the live broadcast room, the barrage did not stop at all, which was even more noisy than during the live broadcast.

"What's wrong with Lao Liu today? Does anyone know?"

"Hey, have you seen it? When Lao Liu slapped the table just now, someone came out and pressed his mask!"

"When you say this, I remember that before Lao Liu paused the live broadcast, a man's voice spoke to him."

"Who is that man? Is Lao Liu's friend?"

Wang Xiaoming looked at it for a while and saw nothing.

He felt very bored, so he threw his phone aside, sat down at the desk, took out today's homework for a while, but he didn't write a single word for it.

After a while, although he still didn't write a single word, he felt that he was too tired to do his homework, so he rushed over again, picked up his phone and continued to watch the video.

The live broadcast just now?

There are too many of these unnutritious things on the Internet.

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