The live broadcast accident lasted for about two minutes. After the strong ghost moved his face away, the live broadcast room quickly returned to normal.

After experiencing the thrilling two minutes, the audience had a lot to say, but when they looked at the picture in the live broadcast room at that moment, they suddenly didn’t know what to say.

The two anchors were actually sitting at the door, leisurely eating candied haws and chatting!

Shi Xi asked Jia Ming: "Didn't you say before that you wanted to change your career? Why are you doing live streaming again?"

"Because of that silk banner," Jiaming sighed, "You said last time that I did a good thing, and the owner's master gave me a silk banner again. I seem to have found the meaning of this job. Maybe my live broadcast can not only entertain the public, but also discover some buried truths, and send wandering souls home like you did. After thinking about it for a while, I decided to try again, and tonight's live broadcast was held. I was a little scared and didn't choose midnight, but I didn't expect to run into a ghost again."

"What about you? How come it's such a coincidence?"

Shi Xi pointed to a certain place in the yard: "It was that little Taoist priest who asked me to come here. His body is buried there."

Jiaming rolled up his sleeves and stood up: "Did you bring a shovel today? Let me do the digging."

Shi Xi pulled him to sit down: "No need today, I'm going to seek help from professionals."

Jiaming thought about it and understood.

[This is getting ridiculous. How can there be so many coincidences? I think tonight's live broadcast was planned by them. The last live broadcast went viral. They know how to attract attention. The so-called live broadcast accident was also arranged in advance.]

[Was that blurry ghost face just now also a pre-arranged actor? I was so scared that my scalp went numb! ]

[But they really dug up a body last time, so I don’t think it’s fake.]

[I think they have always had a script, but they dug up the body by accident last time, so this time it’s the same old routine, and this time it must be a prop body.]

[It’s acting, it must be acting. If it were real, I would show you how to break a rock with my chest! ]

The netizens firmly believed that it was a script, and Shi Xi and Jia Ming did not explain and continued chatting.

It was not until sirens sounded outside the land temple and two policemen walked into the yard that Jiaming said to his fans, "There is really no script. Why don't you believe it? The handprint on my neck is not made up. There is no team. We are the only two people in the whole live broadcast."

Shi Xi brushed the dust off his clothes and said, "It's time to get back to work. Let's get off the air."

[Fuck! Is this true again? ]

[I really can’t guess the ways of these two anchors orz]

[Well, since the anchor is off the air, then the guy who just said that his chest was broken by a rock, will you start the live broadcast? ]

The location given by Shi Xi was very accurate. After the police dug one meter deep, the police dog began to bark anxiously.

Shi Xi was very worried that Zhang Qingyu would lose control of his emotions, so he kept an eye on him. However, until the body was dug out, he did not go crazy, but just quietly saluted Shi Xi.

"Little Taoist priest, don't be polite," Shi Xi asked him quietly, "Do you still remember what the murderer looks like? I can mention it when I take the statement later."

Zhang Qingyu looked at her blankly and shook his head: "I can't remember, but I think that as long as he appears in front of me again, I will be able to recognize him."

Shi Xi could only comfort him: "The law will catch the murderer sooner or later."

Zhang Qingyu nodded seriously: "I will wait until that day."

"Now you are free," Shi Xi smiled at him, "I will send you back to Wuyou Temple."

Shi Xi looked at Lin Ying. In fact, on the day when the body was dug out, Shi Xi had asked her the same question, but she couldn't remember the answer she gave. She forgot even more, and couldn't even remember the cause of death.

After coming out of the police station, Shi Xi said to Jia Ming, "You can see ghosts now, which may affect your daily life. If you plan to change your career, why not come with me to the Taoist temple? Maybe the Taoist priest's senior brother can help you change your fortune."

Jiaming nodded: "Great, let's go."

"It's too late. Let's make another appointment tomorrow."

…

The next morning, Shi Xi was woken up by a call from Lin Wenyi.

As soon as Shi Xi answered the phone, Lin Wenyi shouted anxiously: "Shi Xi! You were on the hot search last night!"

Shi Xi was completely awake: "Live broadcast of ghost hunting?"

"To be precise, it was 'live broadcast accident' that became a hot topic. I was really shocked when I saw it," Lin Wenyi smiled. "Who prepared the script for your live broadcast yesterday? The idea of ​​using candied haws to exorcise ghosts is so stupid. Some netizens even firmly believed that there was a ghost in the temple. Hahaha."

Shi Xi smiled and didn't explain.

"Also, your little bald head has attracted everyone's attention. You gained nearly 100,000 followers in one night," Lin Wenyi said with a smile, "I didn't expect that the soul-searching live broadcast has quite a lot of traffic. I see that Jiaming has also gained a lot of followers. Maybe you can work with him a few more times. The quality of his live broadcasts is very high."

Shi Xi: "Jia Ming is ready to change his career. Last night should be his last ghost hunting live broadcast."

"That's a pity," Lin Wenyi told her, "By the way, you don't have to respond this time, but you can post a selfie. Not everyone can pull off this look of yours. It exaggerates all the advantages of your facial features."

"good."

Shi Xi opened Weibo and found that the number of comments under the latest Weibo post had doubled again.

[Let me see who is eating candied haws today. ]

[I was bald when I was young, but I became stronger. 】

[The image of you carrying the candied haws stick has been deeply imprinted in my mind.]

[I admit that your little trick caught my attention and made me want to touch your little bald head. ]

Shi Xi held his forehead with his hand, wondering why his posture when he was out of the circle was always so weird.

Shi Xi was about to quit Weibo when he suddenly saw a Weibo post about himself on the homepage. The poster was a photographer with tens of thousands of followers.

The blogger took some random photos: [I ran into a tea artist in a teahouse and was amazed by her beauty, so I took a few photos. She even smiled at me, but unfortunately I didn’t talk to her. ]

In the photos, Shi Xi is wearing a cassock and a bamboo hat, walking between quaint teahouses, leaning on the railing to look into the distance, or looking up at the lanterns, like a little wizard who accidentally broke into the mortal world. In the photos taken of passers-by, she is always the visual center of everyone.

This outfit was provided by the teahouse, and she was given light makeup to look photogenic. Shi Xi was waiting to be filmed at the time, and indeed caught the camera, looking like a cute girl dressed very lovely.

When I clicked into the comment section, I saw that some fans had recognized her and were @ing her while making jokes.

[Have all the tea artists nowadays become so introverted? ]

【Today is the tea art master's hour, the tea-making skills are superb. 】

[It was indeed stunning, but being mistaken for a tea artist was really funny hahahaha]

Shi Xi reposted this Weibo post, with the caption: [Corpse digger is my full-time job, tea artist is my part-time job, it is good to have many skills. Thanks for the photo, I like it very much.]

This saves me the trouble of taking selfies, nice.

After posting the Weibo, Shi Xi went to wash up. While washing her face, she suddenly felt a shadowy aura behind her. She quickly turned around and saw Zhang Qingyu standing in the corridor.

Zhang Qingyu looked at her innocently.

Shi Xi breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the water off his face: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Qingyu shook his head, but his two emerald green eyes were sparkling.

The boy's thoughts were clearly written on his face. Shi Xi chuckled and said, "I know, I know. I'll take you back to Wuyou Temple today."

Zhang Qingyu cheered and straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, his face full of longing: "I can finally see Master and Senior Brother. I wonder how those orchids I planted are doing."

Shi Xi was also infected by his emotions and said with a smile: "I'm sure it will be fine."

Wuyou Temple is on a mountain in the suburbs. Shi Xi saw Jiaming waiting for her at the foot of the mountain. He was sitting in front of a tea shop, looking a little listless.

Shi Xi walked up to him and poured himself a cup of tea: "Why, did you run into a ghost again?"

"You're here," Jiaming sighed, "I was sleep paralyzed this morning and almost couldn't wake up."

Shi Xi put down the teacup: "Let's go up the mountain and let the Taoist priest take a look at it for you."

Halfway up the mountain, an ancient Taoist temple appeared in front of the two men. The gate of the temple was open, swaying slightly in the mountain breeze, as if waving to them.

Shi Xi walked to the door and looked inside, only to see a huge incense burner placed in the middle of the yard, but there was very little incense in the burner. A young Taoist priest was drying books under the corridor.

The Taoist priest heard the noise and looked over. He had an ordinary appearance except for his pair of phoenix eyes, which were particularly outstanding. When he glanced at me from the side, it seemed that he could see through everything in the world.

The Taoist priest put down the book in his hand and stood up: "Why are you two donors here?"

Shi Xi raised the brim of his cap and said, "Master, I'm sending Zhang Qingyu back to the temple."

A cold wind blew around him. Jiaming looked around cautiously, and saw a little Taoist priest next to Shixi. Maybe it was because the sunlight was a little strong, the soul of the little Taoist priest seemed much more transparent.

The little Taoist priest cried out in a sobbing voice, like a wounded young bird returning to its nest: "Brother Qingxuan, I'm back."

Zhang Qingxuan seemed to be able to hear the voice. He stood still, and his clear eyes instantly dimmed. He did not cry, but Shi Xi felt that he was very sad.

He should have guessed that something had happened to his junior brother long ago, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope, but now that glimmer of hope is gone.

After a long while, he picked up the umbrella by the wall and walked slowly towards him.

He nodded to Shi Xi, opened the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and called softly: "Junior brother, come under the umbrella, let's go back to the temple."

Zhang Qingyu walked under the umbrella and looked at Zhang Qingxuan with tears in his eyes: "Brother, where is Master?"

Zhang Qingxuan lowered his eyes: "The sun is bright, let's go inside and talk."

After entering the inner hall, Zhang Qingxuan made a pot of tea for them. Zhang Qingyu kept floating around in the hall, calling for his master.

Zhang Qingxuan lit a stick of incense and put it in the small incense burner for Zhang Qingyu to enjoy. He pursed his lips and said in a reluctant voice: "Junior brother, there is no need to look for it. Master passed away last year."

Zhang Qingyu felt as if he had been hit hard. He froze in place, his dark green eyes wide open. He looked at his senior brother in disbelief, his soul trembling, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"Master... I am an unfilial disciple!" Zhang Qingyu raised his head and let out a wail. His pupils were covered with Yin energy and his soul was overflowing with overwhelming Yin energy. He was almost collapsing.

Shi Xi had seen the young Taoist priest run wild when he recalled the pain of death. Compared to that time, the negative energy released this time was even more terrifying. The entire hall felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar, and it was freezing cold. Shi Xi instinctively wanted to escape from here.

She calmed down and asked Lin Ying for some osmanthus cake, hoping to use the same method as before to calm Zhang Qingyu down.

As soon as the osmanthus cake was thrown over, it was immediately crushed by Zhang Qingyu's Yin energy and could not enter his mouth at all.

Shi Xi looked at Zhang Qingxuan: "Master, your junior brother has gone berserk, think of a solution quickly!"

Zhang Qingxuan sighed: "Donor, even I can't control my junior brother in this state. You should leave quickly. It's not too late to leave now."

Shi Xi keenly felt that Zhang Qingxuan's will to survive was not very strong. Zhang Qingyu's death was actually a huge blow to him, but he restrained himself and did not fully express it.

System emergency prompt: [Host, if Zhang Qingxuan goes completely berserk, the game will determine him as an uncooperative partner and the mission will automatically fail! ]

Shi Xi gritted his teeth. He had come this far, was he going to fail at the last moment?