Chapter 167: After being surrounded by ghosts, the underworld is on holiday
"What the hell?" Wu Peipei inside the room said with disdain, "There should be a limit to nonsense."
"How come this fishmonger turned into a ghost when I only saw him this afternoon?"
After hearing what she said, many people also gave up the idea: "Yes, I just saw him in the afternoon."
"Uncle!" Assistant Liu, who was standing at the door, asked, "What can I do for you?"
Mr. Liu, the fishmonger in the camera, slowly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm here to deliver some fish to you, Island Office!"
He was holding a large fishing net in his hand, and it was clear that there were a lot of fish and shrimps in it.
This was a timely relief for the crew, who were currently very short of food and were worrying about what to eat next.
Director Wang Qing was also moved: "That's great! They are still thinking of us despite the raging storm outside."
"Didn't you hear that the office on the island asked him to deliver the fish? Hurry up and open the door and let the old man in."
"Okay!" Assistant Liu was about to open the door when Shiba looked at the camera coldly: "Mr. Liu is dead."
He sighed in a childish voice, "I had good intentions in reminding him, but I didn't expect it would still prevent him from dying!"
"If you don't believe me, look for yourself. Is there a shadow under the old man's feet outside?"
After he said that, everyone looked over, and a flash of lightning highlighted his pale face.
There was nothing visible under his feet. It was indeed as Eighteen said, there was no shadow.
Everyone turned pale with fear after seeing this scene. After all, many people had heard ghost stories told by the older generation.
Almost everyone knows that only humans have shadows, and it is impossible for ghosts to be without shadows.
[Wow, my hair suddenly stood on end. Is there a ghost standing at the door on Typhoon Day?]
When I was little, my grandmother often told me ghost stories, saying that ghosts walked without making any sound or shadow.
[How could anyone be so kind as to give me fish in this typhoon weather?]
[It's pitch dark outside, how can anyone see clearly? I think you're just making a fuss out of nothing.]
[Didn't that old man just say that it was the island office that asked him to deliver it?]
Many people in the live broadcast room were still expressing different opinions, and some even supported Wu Peipei.
When Wu Peipei saw so many people supporting her, she immediately became excited.
"That's right, don't blame that ghost for everything. Food is the most important thing right now."
After all, Rijin was the only one without food: "How can there be so many ghosts all day long? He's an old man outside the door. Is it appropriate for you to turn him away?"
"Jincheng, go open the door and let the old man who delivered the fish in."
"Okay!" Jincheng came to the door unscrupulously. They were in urgent need of food now.
"You're looking for death!" Meng Fuling didn't say anything else. It wasn't her who was going to die anyway.
Jincheng pushed Xiao Liu at the door and was about to reach out to open it.
"Ding-ling-ling!" Wang Qing's cell phone rang at this moment.
Looking at the caller ID, I immediately answered the call: "Hello, who is this?"
"Hello, this is the Accident Island Office." The voice of the office staff came from the other end of the line: "We have a problem with the line. Did you call?"
"Yes, yes!" Wang Qing swallowed nervously. "I saw online that the island is closed and no one can travel for five days."
"Yes, the higher-ups have issued an order that all residents of the island should shelter in their homes for the next five days."
"Our relief supplies will arrive only after the typhoon passes, so please don't go out."
Wang Qing was stunned when he heard this: "The supplies won't arrive for five days, so you didn't send anyone to deliver the fish?"
"Send fish?" the staff member said seriously, "We're not allowed to go out during the typhoon, so how could we possibly send people to deliver supplies?"
Everyone was stunned. The person outside the door, no, the ghost outside the door was actually lying.
"Oh my God, I was scared to death!" Xiao Liu touched his chest with lingering fear.
Wu Peipei and Jincheng's faces changed. If it weren't for Meng Fuling and Shiba's reminder, they would have opened the door and let the ghost in.
"Beep, beep, beep!" The door was knocked again, and everyone looked at each other and stepped back.
The knocking on the door became more and more violent, mixed with the sound of the wind outside, like the roar of a demon.
Meng Fuling looked out the window and saw many figures walking towards her.
There were at least a hundred people in the dark crowd, all of them soaked by the rain.
Leaving behind her a trail of black footprints, her eyes grew colder. "So many?"
These people kept pouring in here and soon surrounded the entire villa.
A face pressed directly against the window, looking inside ferociously.
The scarlet eyes and pale face made the staff next to him scream in fear.
"Ah!" There were screams in the villa. Meng Fuling recognized at a glance that these people were fishermen from the island.
"Sure enough!" She sighed softly, "This typhoon killed all the fishermen who went out to sea."
"What? These are all ghosts?" Everyone trembled in fear.
This is the fear of death. The disaster predicted by Meng Fuling finally came true at this moment.
"These fishermen emerged from the sea after they died, and they already knew they were dead."
“And this is the highest point on the island, where the most people gather in our villa.”
"They all drowned, and they need to find a replacement to bring them back to life within seven days."
"Then, what should we do?" The director was so scared that his legs began to tremble as he looked at the doors and windows that kept knocking.
I just dealt with a female ghost with embroidered shoes, and now there are so many more?
The fans in the live broadcast room were completely dumbfounded this time. After all, they had never seen so many ghosts in their lives.
My mother, my grandmother, my jacket, my coat, the crowd outside the door are all water ghosts?
[They've surrounded this place. If hundreds of ghosts rush in, these few dozen people won't be enough to hold them back.]
[It's so scary! On this dark typhoon night, there are ghosts outside waiting to kill you.]
[As expected, I've become a deserted island survivor, and it suddenly feels like I'm trying to survive the apocalypse.]
[Hahaha, so cool! Seeing so many ghosts has made me tired. Wait till I get some snacks ready before coming back.]
The knocks on the door came one after another, and there were constant shouts in the villa, all of which were from people who were trembling with fear.
I made many calls for help, but they all said that the typhoon weather was too bad and they couldn't come to rescue.
The entire island is closed, and outside rescue teams cannot enter or leave at will.
Meng Fuling glanced at the door and said, "It's almost dawn, everyone should go back to your rooms."
She warned again, "No matter what sound you hear, don't open the door for anyone who comes."
"As long as the door is not open, they can't get in!"
Although I am reluctant, I can only listen to her for now.
After everyone returned to their rooms one after another, the knocking on the door finally stopped.
But the ghost had no intention of leaving. Instead, he stood outside the villa waiting.
"This won't do!" Meng Fuling planned to call the underworld directly and ask her colleagues to come and take all the ghosts away.
"You don't have to call!" Eighteen held up the phone: "I just called, but no one answered?"
"Xiaoling?" At this time, Lao Hu called and there was a noisy voice from the other end.
Meng Fuling hurriedly said, "Old Hu, send someone to the island immediately. We need to take away these 453 dead souls!"
"What?" Lao Hu shouted, "No, I'm on my honeymoon in Las Vegas with my wife."
"Honeymoon? You asked for leave?" Meng Fuling looked bewildered. "Then you can arrange for other colleagues to come."
"Oh, I can't go anymore. Look at what day it is today."
"December 12th?" She glanced at the time and her expression suddenly changed: "Annual holiday in the underworld?"
At this time every year, the underworld begins its annual holiday, and most employees take a break and go traveling.
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