"I wonder if you can see it for the ancestors? If you can see it, please give me some comments, and I will continue to work hard and improve."

He also heard from the people in the forum that the ancestors would come back on the Ghost Festival, so he started preparing early in the morning. These days he has made great progress and just took this opportunity to perform well in front of his ancestors.

Unexpectedly, the wood carving had just been put on steady, and a gust of wind came from somewhere. Then there was a click. The wood carving fell down. When Shao Ming heard this, he immediately straightened the exorcist boy and put it down. He carefully looked at whether there was any damage or crack. After confirming that there was nothing, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then close the nearby windows quickly.

Unexpectedly, just as I was about to come back to my senses, another click, the wood carving came down again, and after falling down with the sound, a gust of wind blew through the house.

In an instant, the candlelight swayed, as if it was about to die in the next second.

Soon the sound gradually came around.

"It's really nonsense. Can this thing be eaten? You actually worship this!"

In the air, a figure waved his hand and left angrily. When he saw this junior, the ancestor was so angry that he shouldn't have come here. If he had gone to another place, he might have been full.

Inside the house.

Shao Ming, who once again straightened the exorcist boy, looked confused. He still didn't understand where the wind came from. It seemed that he had heard his ancestor scolding him just now?

Is it an illusion?

Most of the first stops of these seniors after they came out were where they lived on their backs. When they walked up and returned, they could basically pack a full bag. After returning to the underworld, they would have to compete with other companions to see who had the most things.

Who has the best food, the best food, etc.!

Even who eats the best in the world? You must know that these guys are all old guys, and they are unwritten customs every year. As for those newbies who have been cheated, what does it have to do with them?

Is the food not delicious, or is it not good to look good in the world?

If you have to make some tricks in front of the Yin Crazy, you will be able to make trouble for yourself with your own wishful thinking.

Streets and alleys.

The newbies are still running away. Now every second-class ghost messenger is patrolling every road, even every corner, with a few third-class ghost messengers.

When you catch one, you will knock it out and put it in a sack. The only first-class ghost messenger stands at the top of the entire area and above the entire area to control the overall situation.

An eyeball fell outside the eye socket, with a bright red ghost wrapped around it, and quickly fled into a community, hiding under a children's slide. It was still thrilling, and I still felt very panicked inside.

Gudong!

A eyeball fell down and saw her. He quickly picked it up and pressed it back. He bought it for a lot of money. He thought it would be the most beautiful boy on the street. He thought it was a good thing, but he didn't expect...

There are so many ghost servants this year, but not so many in the previous few times? It seems that Lord Hell has encountered this year, but he has begun to increase control during the Ghost Festival.

The red-clothed ghost also looked indignant, and he said that he could play casually and roam casually. He could eat and play casually as long as he liked the things on the street. He was very casual and had no pressure.

Now it seems that all the seniors are cheating. When he goes back this time, the first thing he does is to resell this piece of stuff directly at a high-end price!

As time passed, the red-clothed ghost hid under the slide for nearly an hour, then poked his head out to take a look and found that there was no ghost in front or behind, and there were even no ghosts around. Thinking about it, it should be safe now!

While breathing a deep breath, he actually found that in the No. 9 Alley next to him, there were many rooms with lights on. His eyes lit up instantly and he felt like he was reborn again.

I thought it was difficult to come out to play once, because I got the wrong information about ghost messengers, and I had many ideas before I could implement and operate them. In order to ensure safety, I looked around again. After confirming that there were no ghost messengers nearby, I floated out from under the slide and flew directly to the light closest to him.

Ha ha!

It’s actually at this point and I haven’t been asleep yet. I might as well come to stimulate you. I saw him coming to the window and slapped him directly on the glass window.

...

"This wave of ghost messengers is really 666! One ghost and one sack!"

"I've been feeling a little happy recently to reward the anchor with a sports car!"

"Hahaha, I don't know why I always feel like a cat-clawed and mouse game."

In the bedroom.

Song Yang leaned on the bed, turned on the light to watch Lord Jiang live broadcast, typing while constantly knocking on melon seeds. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, and he was inexplicably excited.

It's already three or four o'clock in the evening, and his family has already gone to bed, and he is still immersed in the long dark night, but the live broadcast room is currently the climax part, which is very exciting. How could he sleep?

Looking at the ghost messengers in the live broadcast room, they successfully put sacks again and again, Song Yang couldn't help but slapped his thighs excitedly. The feeling was as if he was on the scene, catching ghosts.

Suddenly, there was a snap.

In the quiet night, a sound that did not belong to him came from outside. Song Yang's excitement suddenly stumbled, and the action of slapping the table stopped immediately.

I suddenly started to feel a little panicked.

For a moment, the room was particularly quiet, as if the needle fell off the ground and could be clearly heard, and the sound of breathing could be heard very clearly.

Song Yang suppressed the curiosity in his heart, turned his head stiffly, and glanced at the sound. The breeze was gentle outside the window, and he saw a plastic bottle falling down on the table beside the bed.

Song Yang breathed a deep breath and helped the water bottle up.

"So that's how it is! I almost scared me to death!"

In order to prevent being scared again, get up and close the window.

Suddenly, he found that when was a handprint printed on the glass window? He had a slight obsession with cleanliness and wanted to wipe it with a tissue, but no matter what he used to wipe it, he just couldn't wipe it off.

“When did this be printed?”

"What exactly is sticking on it?"

He frowned, and he was already a little impatient.

So I was about to turn on the flashlight of my phone and take a closer look. As soon as I turned around, I suddenly stopped and a cold numbness spread from my shoulders to my whole body.

because……

He suddenly realized that perhaps it was not because he couldn't erase it, but because the handprint was outside the glass window, and there was a bad premonition in the vague center.

There was another snap in an instant.
Chapter completed!