Shen Yanyan jumped off the wall lightly and landed steadily into the courtyard in the northwest corner.

She asked the system in her mind: "Little Bell, is there any way you can help me harmonize the live broadcast room when necessary?" ”

After all, if the whole network knows that there are really ghosts in this murderous mansion, it will definitely cause quite a stir.

Little Bell: "This function has been opened for the host, and 5,000 learning coins will be automatically deducted, and the balance of the host's learning coins will be 72,987 points." ”

Shen Yanyan:

Fortunately, she made a lot of money by relying on the live broadcast of firefighting, otherwise she would have been killed by the willful loser system.

After the system turned on the manual harmony function, Shen Yanyan, who jumped down from the wall, pretended not to see the corner of the clothes, and she walked straight to the obscene man who had fainted.

When Master Li Shuo first taught, he used that giant brush to dot Shen Yanyan's eyes, and now Shen Yanyan could see that the lewd man was wrapped in a trace of black gas.

This black qi is the yin qi on the ghost's body, and it seems that the lewd man has been haunted by ghosts in the few minutes that he has been locked up in the house by himself.

The corner of the clothes behind the rockery, eight or nine is not far from ten, it is the underworld worker I am looking for.

Shen Yanyan already felt that it was looking at him.

However, let her deal with this scum first, and then she will meet this soul.

Shen Yanyan first kicked the lewd man a few times, and seeing that he didn't react, he went around to the small door that had just sent him in, pushed the door open, and then returned to his original place.

Shen Yanyan grasped the strength and flew up directly, kicking this scum out of the door.

The lewd man's body smashed into the flower bed outside the door with a "bang".

Gui Guizheng squatted outside the door to help Shen Yanyan guard the takeaway, and saw that the creature that was following the little master before was kicked out, and ran to the obscene man who fainted to death with his little short legs.

Seeing this, Shen Yanyan said: "Return, don't smell it, come in, that thing is dirty." ”

After listening, he raised his little short leg and soaked urine on the lewd man's face.

Shen Yanyan raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw this lack of morality, this little guy was also bad.

【Return!】 Well done! Reward a small chicken leg ~】

[A puppy who is proficient in human nature~ I also know how to be angry for Sister Shen~]

[The bad guy should be nourished, who let him harass the girl!] 】

[Wait a minute, aren't you curious about how this lewd man suddenly fainted? 】

Shen Yanyan's luggage was still on the side of the gate, but now that she had bumped into her prey, she decided to start "visiting" the murderous mansion from here.

At the moment when Shen Yanyan brought in the takeaway and the puppy and closed the small door.

The surrounding temperature was a little colder in an instant, and Shen Yanyan's exposed skin had goosebumps.

Taking off the yellow cloth bag he was carrying on his shoulder and carrying it in his hand, Shen Yanyan re-lit the paper lantern and walked onto the small bridge on the water.

The yellow cloth bag contained the labor contract in the underworld given by the master and the items given by Old Man Sun to ward off evil spirits, just in case of emergency.

Shen Yanyan felt that the previous gaze had been paying attention to his movements, but he hadn't made a move yet.

At the end of the bridge is a corridor.

After the corridor, walk into the entrance hall, the foyer has a New Year's painting, after the scrutiny of time, has faded, the New Year's picture doll on it loses its color after a little more weird.

Just as she was looking at the New Year's paintings, a system prompt suddenly sounded in Shen Yanyan's mind: "Antiques of extremely high value have been detected, and the treasure appreciation service has been automatically opened for the host." ”

"Drop, "Xunshan Ink Map" was detected, value: 1.2 million."

Shen Yanyan was surprised when he heard this voice, since the pet hospital heard that day that the treasure appraisal service identified unpopular pets, this function has never been triggered.

Shen Yanyan thought that it was invalid because he didn't have any money, but he didn't expect that there was nothing that he could see during this time, so it kept diving.

In Shen Yanyan's field of vision, there was a small green dot flashing behind the faded New Year's painting, which was the hiding place of the treasure marked by the system for her.

Estimate: 1.2 million! Shen Yanyan immediately calculated in his heart, the task of taking treasures assigned by Mr. Ming, the commission for each piece is 5%, so take out this painting, Shen Yanyan can get a commission of 60,000 yuan!

60,000 yuan is close at hand, Shen Yanyan reached out and touched the faded New Year's painting, there should be a storage lattice behind this New Year's painting, which is used to store the "Xunshan Ink Painting".

Just as she was about to take off one of the nails nailed to the New Year's painting, the bracelet given by the old man Sun in her hand suddenly clicked, and a bead cracked.

Big murderer!

The New Year's picture turned to ashes in an instant!

The ash evolved into a withered hand, directly grabbing Shen Yanyan's right hand without a bracelet to ward off evil spirits.

A hoarse, shrill voice came from behind the wall.

"Hahaha, I've been waiting for so long, and I'm finally waiting for the big living person sent to the door!"

"Come in and stay in the New Year's painting instead of me!"

"桀桀桀~"

[I really have a ghost!! Help me! 】

[Anchor: You said you have nothing to do, what are you doing with that New Year's painting! ] Come on! 】

【Purification! Cleanse! 】

At this time, the manual harmony function of the system was triggered, and I saw a line of small words appear on the screen of Shen Yanyan's live broadcast room: "Program special effects, tricky guests, please don't take it seriously, it's pure entertainment." ”

[Huh? Is it a special effect? It's too realistic, this special effects team doesn't beat those Xianxia special effects now? 】

[Tricky guest? Sister Shen doesn't know that it's the program team? 】

[That's really scary, I hope Sister Shen won't be scared into having nightmares. 】

[I'm looking forward to Sister Shen's reaction! ] 桀桀桀~】

Shen Yanyan was still in a stalemate with the mural ghost.

The withered hand looked shriveled, but it had a strong pull to pull Shen Yanyan into the wall————

But it doesn't pull.

The mural ghost is furious!

Nima, this woman is nailed to the ground, isn't she? Why can't you pull it out?

The mural ghost does not believe in evil and injects all the yin energy of the whole body into his hands.

Under its vigorous tugging, Shen Yanyan moved, and her body was being dragged closer to the wall a little bit.

The arrogance of the mural ghost who was suppressed has become arrogant again!

Seeing that Shen Yanyan's head was about to be pulled and hit the wall, just when the excitement of the mural ghost to be free reached its extreme, it suddenly felt a pain when it grabbed Shen Yanyan's hand!

It turned out that Shen Yanyan took off the hairpin on his head and plunged it directly into the withered hand.

"A hairpin to ward off evil spirits? It turns out that you are still a Taoist priest? ”

"Great! Let me suck your essence dry~~"

Although the mural ghost was hurt by the hairpin, it did not pose a devastating threat to it.

Just when the mural ghost was about to make another move, it found that Shen Yanyan's hand was countered by Shen Yanyan.

I can't pull it out.

Shen Yanyan's hand was the same as the steel claw, pinching its hand firmly. The mural ghost was shocked: "You, are you human?" ”

Shen Yanyan looked indifferent at this moment and stuffed a signature pen into the mural ghost's hand, and then handed over the labor contract in the underworld.

"Sign it, don't talk nonsense."

Her ruthless iron hand has been practiced by punch by punch on the hammer wall in the fire field, and it is not comparable to this osteoporotic century-old ghost.

(End of chapter)