Leaving the hospital, Zhang Ling was very struggling in his heart, since he heard about the live broadcast in those two boys, he was a little moved.

But what his grandfather had told him made him hesitate, and he knew that these wandering spirits were actually very pitiful.

They are all people who died in vain, and even if they die, they cannot be reincarnated, they can only linger in this yang world until their due life expectancy ends, and then they can re-enter reincarnation.

But......

Thinking that the 3,000 yuan he had just paid was his last savings, he really didn't know how many days the money would last!

Back at the paper shop, Zhang Ling lay on his marching chuang, full of things to make money.

"I can't live anymore, why do I care so much!"

After a long silence, Zhang Ling sat up from the chuang, he opened the phone and walked to the shelf and held it high.

Here he can search for an unencrypted WIFI signal, which is a luxury for a person like him who has to break a bag of instant noodles in half to eat.

Zhang Ling didn't turn on the light, he leaned on a paper man and drummed his mobile phone in his hand, the cold light from the screen reflected on his and the paper man's faces was particularly gloomy, I am afraid that even if he saw this scene, he would be frightened and screamed.

As for bettas, Zhang Ling was only limited to hearing about them, after all, his family conditions did not allow him to have much time to pay attention to these.

After nearly an hour, Zhang Ling finally got his live broadcast room, but when the system prompted him to name the live broadcast room, Zhang Ling scratched his head and said, "What's it called?" ”

Suddenly, he remembered a Hong Kong and Taiwan TV series in the last century, and in a flash of inspiration, he typed "I have a date with a ghost" on the flashing cursor, clicked OK, and the live broadcast room belonging to him was finally built.

Pressing the phone, Zhang Ling lay back on his squeaky marching chuang, looking forward to tomorrow!

……

Early the next morning, Zhang Ling went to the mobile business hall and opened a traffic plan for his mobile phone.

Zhang Ling looked at the text message that opened the business and said, "500M, it should be enough!" ”

Leaving the business hall, Zhang Ling looked up at the gray sky, today's sky is particularly gloomy, this kind of weather is most suitable for those lonely ghosts to come out for activities, it must be easy to find a ghost.

But it's strange to say, I didn't see any of the lonely ghosts that I usually see everywhere today.

Zhang Ling wandered aimlessly through the gloomy alleys, and finally after two hours of wandering, he found an old ghost in a gloomy alley.

Taking out his mobile phone, Zhang Ling clicked on his live broadcast room and aimed at the old ghost to shoot.

He didn't know what to do about one of his live broadcasts, he just looked at the old ghost with his phone, and the old man looked at him with godless eyes.

A few people came in the live broadcast room, they didn't speak at first, and after a few seconds, someone sent a message: "What is this live broadcast?" ”

"I don't know, if it's a live broadcast by looking at the name of the room, it's a hell!"

"What about the anchor? Why doesn't the anchor speak? ”

Looking at the news on the screen, Zhang Ling cleared his throat nervously, he walked to the old ghost's side and pointed to the garbage heap on the ground and said nervously: "Ahem, this, this, this is a ghost!" ”

"Damn, is this anchor a joke?"

"The anchor is brain-dead, the identification is complete!"

"Waste of feelings, baked cake anchor!"

“……”

After a while, several people in the live broadcast room all exited the room, Zhang Ling reluctantly closed the live broadcast room, and then bowed respectfully to the old ghost and said, "I'm sorry to disturb you!" ”

The old man stared at Zhang Ling for a while, and continued to rummage through the garbage heap with his head down, thinking that this person was also a hard-working person.

The first live broadcast failed, Zhang Ling walked back disappointed, and when he came to the vicinity of the paper shop, he suddenly found that there were many more people on the originally cold street.

The men in suits and leather shoes pointed to the street as if discussing something, and standing in front of them was a woman in a white professional attire.

The woman wasn't pretty, but for some reason she exuded a charm that was impossible to ignore.

Zhang Ling walked to the small supermarket next to him, looked at the fat boss standing at the counter and asked, "Uncle He, who are these people?" ”

"Hmph, developer!"

"Developers?"

"Well, I heard that this street is about to be demolished, and what CBD is going to be built."

"That's a good thing, isn't there compensation for demolition?"

He Jianjun glanced at Zhang Ling and sneered: "Compensation? Those people said that our street was built illegally, and there was no compensation at all! ”

"What?"

He Jianjun's words made Zhang Ling feel like he was struck by lightning, and there was no compensation, didn't that mean that he didn't even have this last support? What about his sister?

He Jianjun took out a bottle of drink from the freezer, stuffed it into Zhang Ling's hand, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Alas, this world! ”

Zhang Ling glared at the guys in suits with hatred, and even he felt that the woman had become disgusting.

Hey, no, the woman's face has really changed, the originally slender phoenix eyes have become cold, and the corners of her mouth are constantly rising, like a fox!

"Mr. Lan! What happened to you? ”

"Assert ......"

The woman let out a terrifying cry from her mouth, and she grabbed the nearest man's arm and bit it down hard, and the man in pain screamed.

"Mr. Lan, Mr. Lan!"

The men in the suits circled around the crazy woman, but no one dared to pull her.

Zhang Ling looked at the woman like a madwoman, pursed her lips and said in her heart: "You deserve retribution!" ”

However, when he walked to the door of the store, the woman began to shed blood and tears, which made Zhang Ling feel compassion again.

He sighed, went into the shop, took out a broken iron basin and stick, walked up to the men and shouted, "Get out of the way, get out of the way!" ”

Those people were stunned when they heard this, and they all stopped, and Zhang Ling squeezed to the woman's side and knocked the iron basin in her ear with a wooden stick.

The noise of the iron basin made everyone's ears shut up, and the woman let out a terrible scream when she heard the sound of the iron basin, and then she fainted.

Zhang Ling pointed to the air beside the woman with an iron basin and said: "As the saying goes, one death is a hundred, since you are already dead, why should you disturb the lives of the living." Let's go! ”

Zhang Ling ignored the surprised eyes of the people around him, turned around with an iron basin and walked towards the store, but as soon as he turned around, he saw a few passers-by looking at this side with their mobile phones.

"Damn, it's funny, just such a good opportunity, I didn't even broadcast live!"