Chapter 418 Should I call you Junior Grandmaster or Junior Uncle?
Wen Yuzhu chuckled softly and looked up at her, "Shi Ling, since we parted on Mingwu Island, you've made it so difficult for me to find you."
Shi Ling blinked: "You dignified Ghost King, don't you have internet access?"
All the senior students in their dormitory can use the Internet.
"You've suffered from not being able to access the internet, and now with a little trick, aren't you walking into a trap?"
Wen Yuzhu glanced at the phone hanging around Shi Ling's neck, and said with a smile and a hint of amusement: "Should I call you God..."
The live broadcast room instantly went black.
Millions of fans were forced to leave Shi Ling’s live broadcast room.
At the same time, a red prompt box popped up in everyone's window.
[The live broadcast of "Shi Ling Shi Bu Ling" contained horrific and superstitious content and was reported and shut down for rectification]
Netizens who are watching with great interest: 【???】
[Mao Zhua, are you fucking sick? Shi Ling has been live streaming for over a year now, and there's never been a time when there weren't any problems, and no one reported it. Why do you have to force it to be taken down now?]
[Fuck, Cat Claw, your family is going crazy. I was just curious about what the entanglement between Shi Ling and that Ghost King is. Can't you wait until the Ghost King finishes speaking before turning off the live broadcast? Is your dad dead? Why are you so anxious?]
Angry netizens criticized the Cat Claw operation officer online.
The platform operators are in tears.
They were also watching Shi Ling's live broadcast and wanted to see the follow-up. But when their boss called, they didn't dare to disobey!
At the same time, the Yu family in Yuncheng.
Yu Chen frowned slightly as he watched Shi Ling's account being forced to stop broadcasting.
He made a phone call and soon learned that the controlling shareholder behind Maozhua, the largest short video platform on the Internet, was named Gu.
Gu Xiuji.
Above the wasteland.
Wen Yuzhu also noticed that Shi Ling's phone camera was turned off. She paused slightly, a hint of regret flashing across her eyes, but her interest in Shi Ling remained undiminished. "Should I call you Junior Grandmaster or Junior Uncle?"
Shi Ling looked at him in shock: "There's no need to think of so many fancy names. If you really want to recognize me as your ancestor, just call me Auntie."
Wen Yuzhu was so angry that she laughed: "Shi Ling, how many faces do you have?"
He moved his fingers, his brows cold and slightly aggressive, and said softly: "Go."
The evil spirits surrounding Shi Ling pounced on her like wild beasts, as if they wanted to tear her to pieces.
Shi Ling dodged to the side abruptly, looking at Wen Yuzhu in surprise as he dodged. "If you have something to say, why not talk it out nicely? Is there really any need to resort to direct violence?"
Wen Yuzhu stared at her with a cold look in her eyes. "Back then on Mingwu Island, you killed so many of my men without a word, and now you want to talk nicely?"
"Then you might have the wrong person. I don't kill ghosts casually."
Shi Ling thought about it and added seriously, "Unless it's some unforgivable evil spirit."
Wen Yuzhu sneered: "The one you killed was the evil spirit I collected from the Eighteen Levels of Hell."
Shi Ling was silent for a moment, then shrugged helplessly: "Then I can only say that they deserved it."
The ghosts suppressed in the eighteen levels of hell are worse than death row prisoners, because death is not enough to offset their sins. They need to go through all the tortures in the world before their souls can be destroyed and their debts can be paid off.
If this kind of ghost escapes, it will only bring disaster. She will not let it go.
However, the ghosts that are attacking her now are not evil ghosts.
They were Wen Yuzhu's relatives during his lifetime. Although they had treated Wen Yuzhu harshly and had given up on saving him during the fire, their crimes were not punishable by death. After their deaths, their souls were imprisoned and became Wen Yuzhu's puppet servants, driving him to kill people without their own will. Most of their sins were attributed to Wen Yuzhu.
Shi Ling couldn't possibly kill innocent people.
She dodged the attacks of several ghosts, and at the same time, lightning from her fingertips flew out like a silver dragon, entangling and binding several ghosts.
If the live broadcast room had not been reported and shut down, netizens would have discovered that the lightning flying out from Shi Ling's fingertips was exactly the same as the lightning from the thunder talisman used by Yun Xianxian before.
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