Jiaming’s live broadcast preview directly gave the location - Xingji Restaurant.

"Isn't this the old restaurant that Jiaming mentioned last night that has supernatural rumors?" Tang Niannian checked the map: "It's not far from here, it only takes ten minutes by taxi, but he clearly said that we should wait until we are ready before going!"

Shi Xi: "Maybe something happened after he separated from us last night. His phone was controlled, so he couldn't ask for help."

[New mission: rescue Jiaming (why is it him again);

Details: Xingji Restaurant is hosting a wedding tonight, and the owner, Uncle Xing, decides to take out the liquor he has saved for a long time and entertain the lonely ghosts who love wine nearby.

Reward: Spell Talent +10%

Punishment: All the interjections you say will automatically become "meow". 】

Shi Xi: “?” The system’s punishment became increasingly outrageous.

These ghosts are quite outrageous, with so many tricks.

Tang Niannian rubbed his hands nervously: "Should we ask Taoist Qingshi to come and save Jiaming?"

Taoist Qingshi himself: "I will make the arrangements. You stay in the hotel tonight and it is best not to go anywhere."

She found a breakthrough from the system's prompts, and she had to prepare some things before going to the restaurant to rescue people.

…

"Welcome to the ghost-hunting live broadcast room. I am Jiaming. It is 7:30 p.m. now. I have come to the Xingji Restaurant, which has been rumored to have supernatural powers. I can tell you..."

In the live broadcast room, Jiaming, wearing a white suit, sat on a broken chair, holding a bouquet of red roses in his hand. His right arm was cut by something, and blood stained his sleeves and the white wrapping paper of the bouquet.

The light was dim, he lowered his head, and a sense of low pressure shrouded him.

Behind him was the dim and dilapidated restaurant hall, through which one could vaguely see the silk flower arch prepared for the wedding.

"Groom, please be happy on your big day. Quickly introduce the background, as there are still many procedures to go through." A strange voice came from somewhere, and the voice was hoarse and unpleasant as if the throat was damaged.

The sudden voice made Jiaming tremble. He raised his head and his usually clear eyes turned red, as if he would cry at any time.

He looked at the camera and said, "The rumor is true. Five years ago, Xingji Restaurant was facing bankruptcy due to poor management. The boss Xing Shu, who could not accept his failure, laid off his employees and hanged himself in the store."

"After that, the restaurant was like it was cursed. No matter who got it, it would go bankrupt. In addition, more than once, residents complained about the restaurant being noisy late at night, but the restaurant was closed at that time and there was no one in the store. Later, no one dared to take over the Xingji Hotel, which was plagued by ghost rumors."

"Hello, everyone. I'm Uncle Xing. Welcome everyone to the wedding." The strange voice sounded again. "Mr. Jiaming is an Internet celebrity. Xingji is honored to host his wedding. I'm very happy. It seems that Xingji is finally going to be popular!"

[Damn, the theme of tonight's live broadcast is really a wedding. You have more and more ways to do live broadcasts. Other anchors should learn from you. @现探灵直播二哥大虎. ]

[This bloody suit is so cool. Jiaming's live broadcast quality is getting higher and higher. How did Uncle Xing come up with this voice effect? ​​My scalp tingles when he opens his mouth.]

[It seems that Jiaming's acting has improved since he met Xiao Shi. By the way, will Xiao Shi appear tonight? ]

[The unsolved mystery in the live broadcast industry: does Jiaming have a script and extras? ]

[There must be a script. You wouldn't say his live broadcasts are all real supernatural events, right? Are the ghosts in the whole city waiting in line for him to hit them? He's not the Tang Monk from the supernatural world.]

[Plus one, his previous live broadcast of the abandoned temple became popular because of a live broadcast accident, and the secret room variety show referred to that idea and also had a live broadcast accident. Isn’t this script obvious enough? ]

[My family used to live near Xingji Restaurant, and I can prove that the rumors are true. My family moved because we heard the noise from Xingji Restaurant at night, but this is the first time I have heard of a ghost wedding banquet.]

"Yes, yes, yes, tonight's live broadcast has a script, and I am the planner," Uncle Xing snorted and laughed, and urged Jiaming: "Groom, continue with the process."

"The ghost story of Xingji Hotel is so famous that everyone ignores another ghost story that happened on this street..." Jiaming knew that if he continued to talk, the protagonist of another story would appear, and tears welled up in his eyes: "Little boy, help me!"

The screen in the live broadcast room flickered and suddenly went black.

When the screen returned, Jiaming's expression had completely changed. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were dull, like a puppet being manipulated. Even his voice had become flat.

"There was a Sasa Bridal Shop near Xingji Restaurant. It was destroyed by a fire that year. Miss Yunsha, who was working in the shop, died tragically in the fire. After dark, she would always wander the streets holding a wedding dress."

"Last night, I met the beautiful Miss Yunsha on the street. We fell in love at first sight and decided to hold our wedding at Xingji Restaurant."

The camera turned to the side, and a floating white wedding dress appeared in the live broadcast room. Jiaming introduced: "This is my new wife, Yunsha."

"The two newlyweds are a perfect match, and I was so moved that I burst into tears when I saw this scene," Uncle Xing applauded and seemed to wipe away tears: "Are the relatives and friends present here moved?"

The camera turned to an old dusty dining table with a dozen wine glasses on it and some cakes and fruits in the middle. They didn't look very fresh and it was unknown how long they had been there.

The strange thing was that there were distorted human figures on those chairs. As soon as Uncle Xing finished speaking, these figures started to applaud, and other sounds were heard in the restaurant.

“I am touched.”

"It's such a perfect match."

"Go on, we're waiting for drinks."

Uncle Xing moved the camera back to the newlyweds with satisfaction: "Please invite the groom to hold the bride's hand and walk down the red carpet."

Jiaming put on a stiff smile and mechanically raised his arms. A beam of faint green light descended from the sky, covering him and the white wedding dress.

"This scene is so beautiful." Uncle Xing sighed and cried.

[You call this hellish scene beautiful? Jiaming's state is so strange, is he really acting? Did they invite so many extras? Jiaming, if you are kidnapped, just blink.]

[It's acting, right? ]

【I’m going to call the police.】

[I feel something is wrong, has anyone contacted me? ]

"What's that beautiful picture? Let me see it too?" A nonchalant voice interrupted Uncle Xing's sobbing.

"Who is talking?" The camera in the live broadcast room followed Uncle Xing looking for someone, and kept turning around until it was aimed at an open window.

Shi Xi, with her hair tied in a bun, was leaning on the window with a smile on her face and holding a... clothesline in her hand?

Shi Xi threw the clothesline into the restaurant, jumped in by holding on to the windowsill, and his bag made a clanging sound.

After landing, she dusted off her hands and picked up the clothesline: "It's really lively here."

In Shi Xi's eyes, Jiaming, with a dull look in his eyes, was standing on the red carpet with a pale-skinned bride. The bride's face was hidden under the veil and could not be seen clearly. The bloodstained wedding dress on her body was more glaring than the red rose in Jiaming's hand.

The person holding the live broadcast equipment was a hanged man in a black suit, with a purple face, a long tongue hanging out of his mouth, and a look of resentment.

There was a table of food and wine next to it, and a dozen wandering ghosts were sitting there, all of them looked ferocious, and they were all staring at Shi Xi, the uninvited guest.

"The little girl can see us, so it seems she is not an ordinary person, but you came here alone," Uncle Xing narrowed his eyes and sucked his long tongue: "I'm afraid you are here to add more food to our dishes?"

"Don't you know who I am? I'm Jiaming's colleague. This live broadcast room is run by him and I. Since this is Jiaming's wedding, how can I not attend as his friend and colleague?" Shi Xi looked at the "guests" and showed a friendly smile: "Can you make room for me?"

The wandering ghosts had never seen someone with such a wild path, and they didn't know how to react for a moment. They looked at each other, and no one moved.

"There's no food, but there's a bottle of good wine." Shi Xi took out a bottle of Maotai from his bag: "Just consider it as a gift to Jiaming."

Seeing the Moutai in her hand, the wine-loving ghosts on the table all had their eyes lit up, their hands trembled, and they rushed to give up their seats, putting on fawning smiles.

The legless uncle ghost floated up and invited warmly: "Please sit down."

The evil-looking ghost lady smiled and waved: "So you are the groom's good friend, you are really good-looking, what's your name?"

"That's really thoughtful of you, good boy. Sit down and let's drink and talk." The ghost uncle in Tang suit had his eyes almost glued to the wine bottle.

The wine on the table is the cheapest white wine, which is the offerings prepared for Xing Shu by his descendants on Qingming Festival and his death anniversary. He himself is reluctant to drink even a sip, so he saves the money to open his ghost restaurant and attract lonely ghosts who love wine to come and support him.

For this purpose, the wandering ghosts are willing to play management games with Uncle Xing.

The ghost bride is also an old acquaintance. Last night, she suddenly brought a handsome young man over and asked him to help with the wedding banquet. She also said that the groom was an internet celebrity who did live broadcasts. Uncle Xing, who loves excitement and wants to be famous, agreed without hesitation - so there was a live broadcast of the wedding tonight.

And now, the little girl who suddenly visited put the bottle of wine on the table, and immediately surpassed the newlyweds and Uncle Xing to become the protagonist of this wedding. After all, for these lonely ghosts, drinking is the purpose of their coming to join in the fun.

Shi Xi took out disposable paper cups, lined them up, opened the bottle and started pouring wine.

The sweet aroma of wine drifted away in an instant, and all the wandering ghosts were staring at her as she poured the wine.

Uncle Xing couldn't resist the smell of the wine. He saw Shi Xi pouring one glass after another. If he didn't go over, he would miss out on any!

Uncle Xing rushed over with the live broadcast equipment, and said to the ghost bride without looking back: "Sister Yunsha, I'm going to have a drink first, and wait for the wedding process!"

Ghost Bride: “…”

[The hour has appeared, so it's all right, the script is confirmed, everyone can just watch the live broadcast with peace of mind. 】

[The wig link I made as usual looks so natural and real, just like my virgin hair. ]

[I was trembling with fear at first, but when the little one came out, I started to be silly. I was so excited. 】

Shi Xi lit a stick of incense and invited these wandering ghosts to enjoy the wine. The ghost bride dressed in gorgeous clothes was also pulled by Uncle Xing to sit down.

Uncle Xing advised her: "You can get married a second time, but if you miss out on the good Moutai, you'll lose it."

The wandering ghosts raised their wine glasses, and this time they were truly moved to tears.

The ghost uncle wiped his tears and said: "It's been many years since I smelled such a mellow wine aroma. I can't bear to drink it."

Uncle Xing took a sip carefully and smacked his lips: "Taste it carefully, there is a very refreshing taste, unlike ordinary Moutai."

Auntie Gui raised her glass towards Shi Xi: "You are so generous, little girl. Thank you."

"You're welcome, drink as much as you want." While they were intoxicated by the aroma of wine, Shi Xi took out a crumpled talisman paper from his pocket and smashed it on Jia Ming's forehead: "My big resentful colleague, wake up."

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