Song Zhang gasped violently, raised his head to meet Ye Sheng's eyes, and instantly tensed up, sensing that something was wrong, but after all, he was a B-level heretic, and he reacted quickly, broke free from the control of the fetal girl's "spirit summoning", and screamed strangely.

Bang! The clear water of the lake suddenly became the deadliest danger, gushing out two meters high, forming a huge vortex that swallowed Ye Sheng.

At the moment when the water wall was about to fall, Ye Sheng took out the page of diary paper that he had been holding in his hand. The high-intensity supernatural value of the B-class heretic weighed down on his chest and made his ear canal seem to be bleeding. He has always been very lucky, and the fetal girl he met on the train was also divided by the king of stories.

Song Zhang should have been the most supernatural heretic he had faced so far.

Ye Sheng's voice was very soft.

"Storytelling shouldn't be a scary thing. And the story itself is not so bloody. ”

Ye Sheng bent down and put Duan Shi's diary paper into the lake.

The lyrics written in blood were blurred in the water all of a sudden, and the red threads scattered.

Song Zhang froze in place, raising his head.

The piece of paper fell from the sky, like a white butterfly falling into the lake, light and dreamy.

Juanxiu's gentle handwriting has become a nightmare for his life.

"Ahh

[Who looks from the screen in the past.]

And who stopped in front of my door]

The wall of water fell in a sparse manner, and the heavy rain drenched Ye Sheng. Ye Sheng wiped the water from his face expressionlessly, and took out a silver strip from his pocket. The gun was inconvenient to carry around, but Ye Sheng found that its magazine could actually be taken out.

Not all heretics will leave a stitch like Xiao Fang.

He needs to do a lot of trying.

When Song Zhang screamed in fear and tried to escape, Ye Sheng reached out and grabbed his neck decisively, letting the blood fall from his fingers. A pair of cold eyes with strange reddens stared at him.

Duan Shi's diary made this lake a hell for Song Zhang.

Song Zhang panicked, painful, confused, frightened, and tears rained down.

But Ye Sheng didn't allow him to escape.

He took the magazine with his other hand, used it as a weapon, and pierced Song Zhang's temple without hesitation. The flesh and blood of heretics are not flesh and blood, they are scattered black shadows, they are flowing worms.

Laugh at!

Blood splattered in the sky.

*

Black Sheep followed Ye Sheng in the garden during the day, so he missed the discussion in the front hall perfectly.

Later, when he saw Ye Sheng and Ning Weichen going back, he just wanted to follow, but he accidentally stepped on the air, crackled and rolled down the small slope, and directly broke his leg.

Just when Black Sheep was crying out and was about to sell a miserable gift to the live broadcast room, he found that his live broadcast room was blocked?

Blocked?!!

The black sheep was stunned and dumbfounded.

Not only was he dumbfounded, but the netizens who were guarding Mo in the live broadcast room were also dumbfounded.

[Black screen?? Is it because I'm stuck, or is my network bad]

[Damn, what did you do anchor, why was your live broadcast room blocked? ] 】

[Do you see that handsome guys are illegal?? 】

Netizens were confused and inexplicable.

However, another group of people who are concerned about the Luohu Mystery vaguely know the answer.

The master earns 150,000 yuan a day, wearing a bathrobe, drinking orange juice, and happily lying on the open-air balcony of the five-star wine hotel to blow the wind.

"I'm in Huaicheng. But the well-known murderous mansion in Luohu Mansion, what am I going to do, I'm cowardly. ”

On the other end of the line was a paranormal he had met by chance. The master's friends are all over the world, and the life motto, "When you meet, you are signed". Don't let go of any rich person around you, because you can't be sure that he will become your guest one day.

"That's a pity, now there are bigwigs in the group who say that it costs 10,000 yuan to take a photo overlooking Luohu."

The master almost squirted the straw out, and sat up cross-legged all of a sudden: "What? 10,000 yuan for a photo?! My mother, if you didn't say it earlier, you said it earlier, and I would have gone! Oh no, I'll go out now. ”

There was a sudden pause on the other side of the phone, and he said, "Forget it, no need." The Luohu Mansion has already been officially intervened and hung up. ”

The master had just put on his shoes: "Ahhhh What is official? Don't hang up. ”

The friend has hung up the phone.

"Hey!" The master lost 100 million yuan, holding his mobile phone and crying bitterly.

There are a lot of abilities in this world in the folk, except for people who are not level enough to enter the unnatural bureau, and there are also some people who don't like bondage.

After all, in the Unnatural Bureau, except for the S-level executives, the rest of the people are like policemen, deployed in a city in a regular manner, and follow the instructions of Tianshu to dispatch tasks.

No matter how good the treatment is, it is not free.

The top 10 on the list of supernatural people are all incumbent executives, but there are also masters in the people. These folk masters have all become "bounty hunters" after reporting to the Unnatural Bureau. Exceptionals above the C level will not serve the rich, because the Unnatural Bureau can not only give money, but also "biological potions" that are important to them.

Tianshu can detect supernatural values, but this method is too passive.

What's more, the higher the level of heresy, the more unpredictable its whereabouts are.

In addition to killing heretics, the bounty hunter's main way to obtain rewards is to provide information to the Unnatural Bureau.

At the beginning of the Luohu Lost Trace event, a high-level ability with a little experience noticed that something was wrong from the Black Sheep live broadcast room. But before they could study it thoroughly, Black Sheep's live broadcast room was blocked.

Everyone suddenly felt bored. It is estimated that the heresy of the Luohu Mansion has awakened, Tianshu has detected the supernatural value, and the Huaicheng Unnatural Bureau has dispatched.

Cheng dealt with this matter after hanging up Luo Xingyan's phone during the day. The supernatural value is high and low, and the mark of Tianshu is also large, covering the entire eastern district of Huaicheng.

It wasn't until the evening that a point was determined.

Luohu Mansion!

Cheng received instructions to lead people to dispatch.

The news that the black sheep live broadcast room was suddenly blackened, some people were disappointed, some people were confused, and some people were sad.

Dr. Liang cooked the food by himself, but he was not in the mood to eat it at all.

He tried to call his daughter, but no one answered.

finally found a place where I might see my daughter on the hot search on Weibo, and it was blocked.

Dr. Liang contacted the organizers of the live broadcast event, and the organizers said that in order to ensure the authenticity of the program, they only kept one host there.

But now the host's phone can't get through.

Dr. Liang was so angry that he put down his chopsticks: "You, what are you doing here?!" ”

He posted on Weibo.

[My daughter participated in this event, and now the mobile phone can't get through, the official live broadcast room is suspended, and I can't hear her voice or see him. For four whole days, a hundred people were in that hellish place, what if something happened. 】

His post received a lot of responses at once.

Dr. Liang got up, put on his coat, took the keys, and planned to go to the Luohu Mansion.

Chapter 55: The Storyteller (7)

【Category section:Story King】

[Ghost name: The male owner of Luohu Mansion]

【Goblin Level: B】

[Overview: He was dismembered by his wife, and it turned out that the bloody bedtime story he told earlier was actually corresponding to his ending in every sentence.

Salome kissed the prophet John on the head and received eternal love from thereon; His head was placed in front of the window by his wife, and he knew that love was a cycle of desire and fear. 】

A steady stream of paranormal values seeped into the small silver magazine. Ye Sheng's eyes became more and more treacherous, and his blood was beautiful and crazy.

I don't know if it's his delusion - when the magazine is filled with supernatural value, his body seems to be resisting pressure. The nerve of the brain throbs, the pain in the lungs is severe, and the throat is fishy and sweet.

Fortunately, Ye Sheng had long been accustomed to pain, swallowed blood, and his face was expressionless. When the man's head completely turned into blood and melted into the bottom of the lake, Ye Sheng moved decisively and quickly pulled out the magazine.

His hair and clothes were wet with water, and he sat on the boat alone, panting slightly, his expression was like frost, and without the absorption of "tentacles", the ship continued to move forward.

The moonlight is bright, the summer breeze is cool, and the insects dormant in the grass on both sides of the dark river have a pleasant and long low sound, like illustrations in children's picture books.

The hull of the ship is damaged, and you can't get under the bridge.

Ye Sheng was a little out of strength now, and he didn't get up immediately.

"Do you want my help?" A cold voice that couldn't hear emotion came.

Ye Sheng sat in the boat and looked up.

found that Ning Weichen had come out of the murderous mansion, standing by the river, the corners of his lips were hooked, looking at him condescendingly, but there was no smile in his peach blossom eyes.

Ye Sheng lowered his eyes, wiped the water from his face, and said, "No." "He wanted to get up from the ship, but it was already broken and riddled with holes.

The moment he stood up, the plank under his feet broke.

Ye Sheng was slightly stunned.

Ning Weichen looked indifferent, stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist, borrowed his strength, and led him to the lawn.

Ye Sheng was stable on the shore: "Thank you." ”

Ning Weichen was noncommittal about his thanks, and after a long time, he smiled slightly, his eyes lingered thoughtfully between his eyebrows, and asked with a soft smile: "Ye Sheng, if you don't want me to interfere in anything, then what is the purpose of bringing me to Luohu Mansion?" ”

Their relationship has been very good these days.

One pretended to be obedient, the other pretended to be blind. It had been a long time since Ye Sheng had faced Ning Weichen's real danger.

He would ask Ning Weichen to come to Luohu for two reasons.

One reason is that he and Ning Weichen already have a cooperative relationship, and he doesn't want to hide the clues about the story king from Ning Weichen. Another reason is that if the Unnatural Bureau is alarmed, Ning Weichen will be next to him, and he will help him save all the trouble.

Half trust, half exploitation.

He knew that Ning Weichen didn't like to act alone, but in addition to wanting to hide his secrets, he didn't want Ning Weichen to be in danger. Ning Weichen didn't like the task, and said that he was afraid of ghosts.