In the wilderness, in the dark, live broadcast of catching ghosts, and gusts of cold wind.

Originally, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room was weird enough.

After Zhang Fan's online name appeared, the atmosphere was pushed to the extreme.

The viewers in the live broadcast room quickly clicked on Zhang Fan’s homepage to determine if this was the Funeral Brother himself.

With the arrival of the funeral army, the barrage of comments quickly exploded.

[Good fellow, the dirty stuff is coming, you come on! ]

[Oh my god... I paid attention to Brother Funeral, but he died.]

[What do you mean? Specializing in treating all kinds of evil things, the funeral brother is here, what do you say? ]

[This is a funeral customer, brother, you are really asking for trouble! ]

[Host, don't panic. Flame Palm is Thunder Fist. Are you afraid of a little cow? \狗头. 】

[I hope you are really good at it tonight, otherwise, you might really get into some dirty stuff.]

[What are you standing there for? Why don’t you kowtow to me now?]

[Host, please stop being in a daze. Your clothes will catch fire soon! ]

【……】

The flaming palm accidentally ignited the corner of his clothes, and Guan Yulong finally came back to his senses from the shock.

He quickly took off his clothes, looked at the live camera and said:

"Why is Brother Funeral here? This is really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. Since this is your customer's territory, I will spare him for now."

"Don't worry, I will take the magic weapon on the ground with me when I leave."

"Um... Brothers, I just calculated with my fingers that it is not appropriate to use magic today. I will come back another day and make sure to get this matter settled."

"I'm going to end the broadcast first... No, I can't end the broadcast yet..."

Wu Yulong originally wanted to end the broadcast at lightning speed, but he was afraid that he would end up dead in the wilderness, so he had to continue broadcasting.

Who would have thought that trying to create some show effects late at night would bring trouble to the funeral brother.

This is such naked revenge... This funeral guy is really being unreasonable!

Too much!

Wu Yulong thought so in his mind, but did not dare to express it. He bent down to collect the "magic tools" on the ground one by one, and then turned around and walked down the mountain.

"Brothers, I'm not a coward. I'm just giving face to Brother Sangzang."

"Look, I haven't caused any substantial harm to Brother Funeral's customers. Brother Funeral shouldn't do anything to me, right?"

As he walked, Wu Yulong comforted himself.

In the live broadcast room, viewers were also moved by his "sincerity" and spoke to comfort him.

[Don't think about it, Brother Funeral has already passed away. ]

[You are scared. ]

[Brother, you can fool your friends, but don’t fool yourself. ]

[Even Brother Funeral is following you, what do you think? 】

[Going down the mountain at night is scary in itself, but I was even noticed by the funeral brother. Wow, come on! ]

[Tell me the truth, are your family members big shots? ]

[Before I die, I hope you can teach me the secret of the Flame Palm! ]

【……】

In the live broadcast room, barrages of comments kept floating by.

Less than a minute after clicking the follow button, Zhang Fan had already left the live broadcast room.

After Zhang Fan left, the number of people online in the live broadcast room began to drop sharply.

However, some netizens were attracted by the weird atmosphere and wanted to see whether Wu Yulong could get down the mountain safely.

Soon, ten minutes passed.

Wu Yulong has reached the halfway point of the mountain.

He carefully raised the flashlight and shone it on the road ahead.

There was a fork in the road ahead, and Wu Yulong had already forgotten the way he came.

For a moment, he panicked, his legs trembling as he said, "Brothers... Is there anyone who lives nearby who can come pick me up for a while... Are there any fellow villagers?"

[What fellow villagers are there? Aren’t you afraid of a fellow villager coming out at this late hour? ]

[Let's go quickly. It's all downhill. It's too scary. ]

[Choose any one of them, as long as you can get down, you are safe! ]

[Anchor, there is a figure behind you. ]

[Really? Host, please look back.]

[Nothing? Please stop scaring me! ]

[Wow, you can’t see such a big person! ]

[Don’t look back, please don’t look back. People have three lights, and if you look back, the light will go out! ]

【……】

Soon, netizens responded.

Although there were no fellow villagers staying there, netizens who liked to watch the fun started making jokes.

However, Wu Yulong was frightened by these comments.

"Brothers...you...don't underestimate me..."

Looking at the intersection ahead, Wu Yulong was so nervous that he was sweating profusely and his heart began to beat rapidly.

He trembled and slowly turned around to look.

“Hoo…Hoo…”

Seeing that there was no one behind him, Wu Yulong's tense nerves finally relaxed a little and he breathed heavily.

However, at this moment, a hoarse voice sounded behind him:

"My fellow...my fellow...wait for me..."

“?!”

Hearing the noise behind him, Wu Yulong's eyes suddenly widened, his limbs stiffened instantly, his heart beat wildly, and his pupils shrank!

This...fellow villager...speak of the devil and he will appear?

But, is this fellow villager a real fellow villager?

No way...is it that thing?

In just a moment, cold sweat broke out on Wu Yulong's forehead, but he dared not move at all.

Because he couldn't be sure whether the person who called him just now was a human or a ghost.

Although he was a half-baked person, he also understood the principle that people have three fires. If he turned back... then it would be sent...

Similarly, the netizens in front of their mobile phone screens were also stunned.

Fellow countryman...what's the next sentence?

What the hell... Could it be that I encountered a yellow-skinned monster?

After a moment of silence, comments of speculation began to float out of the live broadcast room.

[My fellow villager, do you think I look like a human or a fairy? ]

[Oh my god, the anchor has encountered a weasel! ]

[Quick, light the fire, the yellow fox is most afraid of fire! ]

[Damn it, how can I break this situation? Nothing I say will work! ]

[No... Does this thing really exist in the world? ]

[Anchor, tell him, it's like a Gou Ba. ]

[Ahem, weasels are protected animals. If you dare to hurt them, I will report you! ]

[It’s so scary late at night! ]

【……】

In the live broadcast room, various comments kept floating by.

Wu Yulong was already sweating profusely at this moment and had no intention of checking the barrage.

"It's a disaster that can't be avoided, so just go for it!"

Wu Yulong gritted his teeth and prepared to turn around and respond.

But at this moment, two faint green lights shone in front of Wu Yulong's feet.

Dark green, what the hell...

Isn’t this the light coming out of the yellow-skinned man’s eyes!

Looking at the two green lights on the ground, Wu Yulong suddenly felt his scalp tingling, his hair standing on end, and he fell into fear.

"Ah! Ugh!"

After a burst of wild howling, Wu Yulong forced himself to calm down, threw down the backpack behind him, and ran up the mountain again!

In a flash, Wu Yulong's figure disappeared from the hillside.

After he left, two figures in black work clothes came over.

One tall and one short, they stopped in front of Wu Yulong's backpack, poked the backpack on the ground with a Luoyang shovel, and asked in confusion:

"Isn't this someone from the same industry?"

"That shouldn't be the case. How can anyone fight like that?"

"Then why is he so scared? Look at what's in the bag..."

The two chatted for a few words, then squatted down and unzipped the backpack to check.

Compass, talisman, inkstone, glutinous rice...

"Hiss...Brother, that guy just now, could he be a Taoist priest?"

"The Taoist priest... why is he running away?"

"Brother, could it be that... there is something dirty on this mountain?"

"Bullshit, that's dirty stuff, never mind, it's mine!"

The tall man put the backpack on the ground on his shoulders and frowned, "Who cares about the Taoist priest? We are going to dig up this tomb today!"

The dwarf hesitated and said, "Brother, it's too dangerous. What if we get discovered..."

"Wealth and honor are achieved through risk!" The tall man said with a determined look on his face, "In ancient times, there was a county magistrate in the village below the mountain. If we can find his grave, we will be rich!"

"Okay! Let's do it!"

When it comes to interests, there are always people who take risks.

After the conversation, the two turned on their flashlights and slowly walked up the mountain.

…

On the other side, Wu Yulong ran all the way and finally came to a cave.

After a moment's hesitation, he resolutely hid inside.

Knowing that weasels were afraid of fire, he quickly took out materials from his pocket and lit a fire at the entrance of the cave.

This action of his quickly received a warning from his fans.

[Wow, Brother Funeral has already told you not to play with fire, but you still do it? ]

[You guys know nothing! If you don't light the fire, the yellow-skinned guy will ask for a title! The yellow-skinned guy knows that he will die no matter what! ]

[Survival in desperate situation! Host, go to the cave and look for martial arts secrets! ]

[Yes, but it is the Sunflower Manual. ]

[Oh my, you turned off the lights instead of the fire. How eye-catching!]

【……】

Now that things have developed to this point, Wu Yulong no longer cares about what his fans say.

However, the fire burning at the entrance of the cave made him feel very hot.

In order to relieve the pressure, he took off the live broadcast device on his head and turned off the live broadcast.

"Brothers, the road ahead is long, we'll see you again if we're lucky!"

After turning off the live broadcast, Wu Yulong searched the cave for a while with a flashlight and found a hard wooden stick.

This looks like a good weapon.

Holding the wooden stick tightly, Wu Yulong was tense and stared at the door.

Although he had never learned Taoism or Buddhism, he still knew a little about sliding.

…

The next morning.

Zhang Fan got up early.

After a simple wash, Zhang Fan sat down at the computer desk.

He planned to draw some blueprints before the funeral home opened.

Although there were a lot of funeral bills today, with the number of employees he had now, there was no need to worry about it.

What he should care about is how to get more orders and complete the system tasks first.

As an all-round talent, proficient in both practice and theory, he drew 200 design drawings, including manufacturing instructions, in just one and a half hours.

Of course, in his mind, these things are just low-end gadgets.

"From now on, every order I don't take means there will be one more patent in the world!"

After packing up the design drawings and instructions, Zhang Fan went out, took a taxi, and went to Changhong Funeral Home.

…

Fifteen minutes later.

Zhang Fan came to the funeral home.

According to the original plan, Li Xiaohui was receiving guests at the front desk.

Wang Kai was not seen, probably leading the team to the funeral.

"Zhao Yong?"

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Fan saw two familiar figures, Zhao Yong and the fat uncle.

"Brother Yong, Mr. Ye, didn't you go to move the graves this morning?"

"Is this... already back?"

After a slight hesitation, Zhang Fan asked.

"Boss Zhang, hey!" The fat uncle frowned fiercely and said with gritted teeth: "My father's grave was dug up!"