Chapter 423 Daily Experience of a Ghost Messenger 1

In the end, Shen Zhiyin’s only source of points is from selling elixirs, talismans and other things.

The selling point price of each talisman and elixir is different.

Even though Tang Si and the others want to buy them now, they don’t have the points.

So they can’t wait to form a team and prepare to catch ghosts.

Everyone forms their own team, as long as they like each other and have a tacit understanding with each other.

On the Shen family side, the second child Shen Xiu Nan and the fifth child Shen Mu Ye have the highest combat power, so two weaker ones are assigned to lead.

Shen Yuzhu and Shen Xiu Nan form a team.

Shen Mu Ye and Shen Mu Jin, these two crazy people form a team, and then they will go crazy together.

The remaining Shen Xiu Ran forms a team with a member of the Special Management Bureau.

After forming the team, everyone lay on the ground and put on the clothes of the ghost messenger, and then left the underworld with other ghost messengers to different places.

The live broadcast of the spirit of the secret realm instantly split into several groups and hung in the air with different teams. As for those who watched the live broadcast on their mobile phones, they could just click into the live broadcast room of whoever they wanted to watch.

"I want to watch it too."

Shen Zhiyin walked to Jun Yuan's side and took out a pink cat paw lazy sofa from the space.

After sitting on it, she sank into it, leaning softly and shaking her feet. She also put a small table next to it, and then took out various snacks from the space and put them on it.

There are delicious spiritual fruits, various nuts, and potato chips, French fries, fried chicken jerky, etc. made by the chef of the Shen family...

The variety is very rich.

Jun Yuan seemed to have no idea what politeness was. With a hook of his slender fingers, a bag of fragrant potato chips fell into his hand and he opened it and ate it directly.

He leaned back in his chair and suddenly felt that the hard high-end seat of King Yan was not very pleasing to the eye.

So this seat was abandoned by Jun Yuan in disgust, and a lazy sofa was added on the other side of Shen Zhiyin and he lay down on it.

It has to be said that humans nowadays know how to enjoy themselves.

Of course there are live broadcasts as well. The spirit of the secret realm was very sensible and also set up a live broadcast room for its boss in the underworld.

These two people completely watched the live broadcast as if it were TV, and their daily life was simply too comfortable.

Lord Yan: …………

Have you considered my feelings? Emperor, are you really not afraid of losing such an excellent employee as me? !

Stared at by Prince Yan's resentful eyes, Jun Yuan said, "How did this live broadcast disturb your work?"

Prince Yan shook his head quickly: "Not really."

He has been working for so many years, and multitasking is no big deal.

Besides, this live broadcast can let him see the situation of those humans, and he feels relieved when he sees them.

It's just that the two people next to him are too leisurely, which makes him look like an old ox.

Prince Yan felt bitter, but he didn't dare to say it.

A ghost came in, and he started to do his business.

The other ghost messengers and ghosts on this live broadcast screen can't be seen, so it doesn't hinder Prince Yan from judging those ghosts.

At this time, in the live broadcast room, Shen Xiuran was the first to encounter a ghost, who was taken to different places by the old ghost messenger to familiarize himself with the business.

It's just an ordinary ghost.

When that place appeared, many people in the live broadcast room became excited.

[Why does this place look so familiar, it seems to be in our neighborhood! ]

[Ahhh, it is really our neighborhood, I seem to be on the live broadcast, but I didn’t see them. ]

[They are all ghosts. It would be amazing if you could see them with your naked eyes. ]

At this time, in an apartment building, a young man looked at himself appearing in the live broadcast room with a shocked expression, his head and eyes looked forward, but he saw nothing.

In the live broadcast room, Shen Xiuran and his group of ghost messengers were indeed in front of him.

He was excited and felt a little scalp tingling.

This feeling is so fucking exciting!

Shen Xiuran and his group stopped at the house in front of the young man.

"Is it here?"

The old ghost almost nodded: "Feng Guangxia died three days ago, but has not been summoned to the underworld. We have to go and take Feng Guangxia's soul away."

Shen Xiuran stood in front of the door and subconsciously made a knocking motion.

However, his finger went straight through.

He paused and withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened. He

forgot that he was in the state of soul and could not touch the real object.

So they went straight into the room.

The young man lay directly at the door: "I know this family. It's an old lady living with her son and daughter-in-law. The old lady died three days ago."

Eating melons, he still feels so good to eat melons on the spot.

It's a pity that he can't go in. He doesn't have the same wall-penetrating skills as the ghost.

But the situation of guarding the door and blocking the live broadcast room is also pretty good.

"Mom, are you an idiot? You can't even play a game. How do you manage to be a wet nurse? I can play better than you with my feet..."

The environment in the room can only be described in one word, dirty, messy, and there is a foul smell.

Of course, the ghost can't smell this smell now.

A man with unshaven beard and red eyes is playing games at the computer desk, swearing.

In the living room, the old lady's portrait was casually thrown on the table, and the glass frame on the portrait was broken.

She had only been dead for three days, and the portrait was treated like this.

Shen Xiuran and his companions were about to go over to take a closer look, and the old lady who originally looked kind in the portrait suddenly changed her expression, twisted and distorted, with blood in her eyes.

The resentful eyes seemed to have become real through the frame.

[Fuck! ! ! ]

[The bullet screen protects me, I’m scared to death! ]

[Ahhhhhh!!! How can I sleep at night! ]

At that moment, not only the people in the live broadcast room were frightened, but Shen Xiuran and the others were also scared.

But he reacted quickly.

The old ghost suddenly swung the soul-catching lock, which sank into the photo frame and pulled out the ghost of an old lady.

"Feng Guangxia, why don't you go to the underworld to report when the time comes!"

The ghost's voice is intimidating to ghosts, and the ghost that was originally bleeding and ferocious immediately became obedient.

"It's not that I don't want to go to the underworld, I hate it... I want to kill those two beasts to avenge myself and my wife!"