"Manager, what should we do?"
The three of them gathered together and watched the live broadcast for seven or eight minutes. Then the man who pushed the door open asked.
"…Report it." The manager replied in a deep voice.
He had no control over the matter and could not make the final decision. Besides, all the passengers on the plane were alive and well, so there was no need to conceal and suppress the matter. It would be safer to report it.
He glanced at his subordinate who came in with a mobile phone and asked him to watch the live broadcast room.
Considering that he has solved the urgent problem, I will not bother him about slacking off at work and daring to watch the live broadcast of a beautiful woman.
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"You restrain these souls. The two of us will take these people to the Hades Palace on the orders of the King of Hell."
The Ox-Headed Man held a steel fork in his hand and stood shoulder to shoulder with the Horse-Faced Man. He stood straight and spoke to the little ghost. While he was speaking, except for his mouth, no other part of his body moved at all.
"Okay, please wait for a moment, my lords." The little ghost answered attentively, turned around, and danced with the long stick covered with spikes in his hand, shouting shrilly:
"Stand to the side and let the adults pass!"
The rest of the ghosts then drove the souls who wanted to drink Meng Po soup and reincarnate to stand by the Naihe Bridge. Under the sticks of the ghosts, the souls slowly dodged one by one and stuck close to the bridge railings, leaving a wide path on the Naihe Bridge.
The Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Guardians were the first to walk onto the Naihe Bridge. Luo Zheyu, holding a sickle, followed them half a step behind. The people behind him spontaneously lined up in rows of two or three and followed behind them.
The lonely ghosts on the Yellow Springs Road summoned by Niutou had not yet finished their life span and were not allowed to step onto the Naihe Bridge. They had already dispersed and continued to wander on the endless Yellow Springs Road.
On the blade of the sickle, the silver-white flame burned wildly and leaped high from time to time, causing the soul standing on the railing of the Naihe Bridge to tiptoe and cling to the railing tightly, dodging repeatedly before slowly calming down and retracting the dancing flames.
Passing over the Naihe Bridge all the way, wherever he went, the souls there would avoid him. The silver-white flame was extremely arrogant, and he felt very proud.
Luo Zheyu lowered his eyes slightly and looked towards it.
The silver-white flame immediately retracted its scattered flames, and became as quiet as a chicken, surrounding the blade obediently, no longer baring its fangs and claws to tease the souls on the Naihe Bridge.
The brown bear hanging on the handle of the sickle had an increasingly complete aura, and it had already developed a high level of intelligence.
Perhaps it was because it was a spiritual being born with this flame, and the flame just now was manipulated and instigated by it.
Seeing with their own eyes those souls hiding in panic at Luo Zheyu's abilities, the fear in the hearts of the people behind him gradually dissipated a lot.
At least, when I crossed the Naihe Bridge, I didn't have to walk so slowly that I couldn't move.
In their hearts, Luo Zheyu is one with them.
Having said that, we are still very afraid of what we should be afraid of.
These souls may not look much different from living people, but they are definitely not living people. There are also souls among them who died tragically, which makes people feel creepy when they look at them.
Everyone tiptoed, slowed their breathing, and walked past these souls with their heads stiff. The souls also looked at them quietly, with no expression on their faces, and did not make any sound.
The two sides passed each other peacefully.
GG walked in the front row, with his head slightly lowered, holding his phone in one hand and holding Zimo's hand with the other.
The soul is not stained by dust, so the dark brown bridge surface of Naihe Bridge is clean and tidy, with few traces of footsteps.
She couldn't help but raise her eyes quietly, and half of the shadows of those souls appeared in her sight.
What caught my eye was a pair of black leather shoes and a pair of high heels with micro heels, standing side by side, and then upwards... black trousers under a white coat, and a white nurse's skirt on smooth calves...
Huh?
GG was stunned and looked up suddenly.
The tall doctor wearing a mask and black-framed glasses on his nose, and the woman standing in front of him wearing a white nurse uniform and a nurse cap were also staring at GG.
They stand on the Naihe Bridge and are also in the group of people passing away.
It was the doctor and nurse I met in the RA mental hospital a few days ago!
"I didn't expect that after not seeing you for a few days..."
The doctor leaned against the railing of the Naihe Bridge, looked up and down at GG and the more than 200 living people who cut in line to cross the Naihe Bridge, then turned his head to look at the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Man and Luo Zheyu in front of him.
"You actually made such a big deal out of it. You know how to have fun."
The voice was deep and pleasant, no longer the hoarse and harsh voice I heard that night.
"Eh? It's not me. I didn't do that. Don't talk nonsense..." GG denied it three times in a row.
I glanced at the phone screen quietly, and the comments in the live broadcast room pointed out that the doctor and nurse in front of me were the ones I met in the RA Psychiatric Hospital that night.
"But I do want to thank you," the doctor said, his voice still clear through the mask.
GG looked confused.
"Thanks to you, the mental hospital was demolished, and the first thing to be demolished was the gate."
“The door frame was removed, and we were able to escape from it.”
"Thank you." The nurse standing in front of the doctor suddenly spoke with a slight smile.
GG followed the pace of the people in front of him, looking back at them from time to time.
The doctor and the nurse were souls trapped in the mental hospital, but there were more than just the two of them in the hospital at that time. There were no other people wearing hospital gowns or white coats on the Naihe Bridge. Where did those souls go?
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At the end of the Naihe Bridge, there is an open-door house with tables, chairs and a large pot in front of it. A young woman sits next to the pot, staring at the inside of the pot and stewing the food carefully.
"Handsome young man with a masked face, come and have a bowl of soup before you leave~" The tall and bright woman with fair skin, long legs, delicate features, picturesque eyebrows, affectionate eyes, bright colors, and slightly curled red lips as if painted with Lycoris radiata, stopped Luo Zheyu gracefully.
The dark black dress was embroidered with floral patterns. The cross collar could not cover her beautiful chest. The belt was lightly tied around her waist, making her waist look even softer and slender. The dress was slit at the thighs, and her fair thighs were faintly visible as she walked.
At this moment, she was holding the bowl in one hand, which was mostly filled with soup. The soup was dark in color with tiny dots of luster in it, sparkling and extremely beautiful.
The other hand was raised, with slender jade fingers and long nails dyed bright red, soft and beautiful, and was about to be placed on Luo Zheyu's shoulder.
Luo Zheyu paused and suddenly took a step back.
This woman wanted to coax him into drinking Meng Po soup.
The delicate hands froze in the air.
"This is the person the King of Hell wants to see. Don't give him Meng Po soup."
The Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Monster turned around and spoke to the woman.
"Alas~ I don't think he looks like a ghost who wants to drink soup. It's boring to cook soup here all day. Seeing that he's so handsome, why not tease him?"
The woman let out a long sigh and withdrew her hand that was frozen in the air.
"When can you use the network you learned from the living world?"
"Uh..." The bull head rolled its big round eyes and looked up at the sky.
"This matter is not our responsibility. You should go to the front hall to ask." The Horse-Faced Guard replied calmly.
"Forget it, the howling at the gate of hell is too miserable, it's creepy..."
They were talking to themselves, but the people behind them were all jaws dropped in shock.
I felt dizzy and couldn't believe my ears.
So it’s better to dream!
However, reality is often stranger than dreams, and everyone can only silently digest the huge amount of information contained in this conversation.
They lined up in an orderly manner and passed in front of the big pot. They stretched their heads to look into the pot, and the brave ones even took pictures secretly.
"Would you like to try Meng Po soup?" The woman leaned lazily against the table and asked casually when the young man with a crew cut passed by.
The young man with a crew cut looked at the Meng Po soup, then looked at her, hesitated for a while, touched his head and said, "If you kiss me, I will drink this bowl of Meng Po soup."
The woman opened her eyes wide, looked him up and down, and waved her hand.
"Go, go, go. I don't like your style. Go and see the King of Hell."
The young man with a crew cut snorted twice and walked away with the team in front in dissatisfaction.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry, I have to cut in line and go to the front, thank you..." The pale and thin middle-aged man apologized all the way and trotted from the back of the line to the front with a backpack on his back.
He went close to the big pot and took several photos. The young woman who was cooking the Meng Po soup ignored him and let him take photos of the Meng Po soup in the pot from all angles.
After taking the photo, the middle-aged man put away his phone and obediently followed the team to the woman sitting at the table.
"Excuse me...can I have a bowl of Meng Po soup?"
He asked carefully, in a gentle tone.
The woman looked at him with some surprise, put the Mengpo soup on the table, and said, "Of course, sit down and drink the soup."
“Uh…that…that…” The middle-aged man rubbed his hands nervously and anxiously.
"Can I pack?" He pulled out a thermos from his backpack.
The Bull-Headed and Horse-Faced Guards who were waiting for everyone to line up and come out said: …
Luo Zheyu, who was also standing by and waiting: ...
People behind: ...
The scene was very quiet for a while.
The woman stared at the thermos in the middle-aged man's hand for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
The flowers and branches are shaking, bending forward and backward.
She had red lips and white teeth, and her smile was bright and beautiful, so bright that tiny tears rolled out of the corners of her eyes.
She wiped away her tears with her fingertips, then gradually put away her smile, but she still couldn't stop laughing.
The middle-aged man held the thermos with a confused and innocent look on his face, and looked at her sincerely.
"Meng Po soup is not an ordinary soup in the mortal world. After drinking it, you will forget all the past. You will no longer feel the old love and hatred. I can't let you take it away at will."
"Oh, I see..." The middle-aged man touched the cup regretfully. "Thank you."
GG took the phone and quietly pointed it at the soup in the big pot.
Fluorescent dots appeared on the phone screen, along with the dreamy and soft Mengpo soup, and colorful messages carrying gifts flashed by.
[Planning and Design: GG!! It turns out you guys really went to hell QAQ]
[Feng Zhihuan: It looks so good! So this is what Meng Po soup looks like, no wonder everyone likes to drink it! ]
【Chinese Pastoral Month: May I ask the host what Mengpo Soup tastes like? 】
[Master Zhang, the head of Qingfeng Temple: I never thought I could experience the scenery of Huangquan in my lifetime. Thank you, GG.]
[I am Wang Dadan: Can you still remember the taste of Mengpo Soup after tasting it? ]
[Salted fish trembles: I envy the anchor for being able to enter the underworld. Woohoo, it's too exciting... Will the King of Hell be handsome? ]
[Qingyou: GG, you are in big trouble! ]
GG always felt something was weird when looking at the comments in the live broadcast room.
These messages are all colorful speeches that can be attached to gifts when sending them, but at this time, there is not a single white speech on the screen of the live broadcast room! This is very abnormal.
When she thought of this, a white message suddenly popped up. The message was white, but the ID was gold.
The live broadcast software used by GG has not yet enabled the function of changing the user ID color.
[**Government Department: Hello, host GG, I am from the **Government Department. The police have confirmed that the flight K*** you were on has lost contact. Where are you now? ]
"Huang, Huangquan." GG answered blankly.
The boss of the live broadcast software was drinking tea at this time. He sat carefully on the sofa with the tea saucer in his hand. When he looked at the man sitting upright in military uniform opposite him, he laughed awkwardly.
The server was handed over to the other party within a few minutes. I watched helplessly as the other party shut down all other live broadcast rooms, leaving only one, and set the settings so that all users except designated accounts could not speak.
This is all money, which made him feel extremely painful but helpless.
In other words, there is not enough time to make more changes, so the function of colorful speeches accompanying the gift of donation has been temporarily omitted.
The audience entrance was not closed because there was not enough time.
At this time, some senior officials from relevant departments and bigwigs in certain fields were urgently summoned. They all gathered in front of the live broadcast room, watching attentively, taking screenshots from time to time, and writing and drawing on notebooks.
It's no wonder they took it seriously. The flight did indeed suddenly disappear in mid-air, and it was on an ordinary domestic route. At this time, they all appeared in a small live broadcast room, saying that they were in the underworld. From the background, the live broadcast on the mobile phone was indeed recorded in real time.
The address of the mobile phone could not be found.
Combined with various other factors, the government decided to study it seriously.
New viewers continued to stream into the live broadcast room, and the incident gradually began to ferment...
GG held the phone carefully and showed Zimo the comments from several golden IDs in the live broadcast room. He felt excited and nervous.
Now her live broadcast is more than just a simple live broadcast.
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After walking across the Naihe Bridge and passing by Mengpo Soup, the next stop is Wangxiangtai.
The Wangxiang Terrace was surrounded by smoke and a vast expanse of white. More than two hundred people walked past here, and it did not seem crowded at all. Except for the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Guardians and Luo Zheyu who were leading the way in front, everyone else deliberately lowered their heads and walked quickly.
For a moment, the only sound on the entire Wangxiang Terrace was the sound of hurried footsteps.
If you listen carefully, you can hear the child sobbing in fear with his mouth covered.
The author has something to say: I wanted to end it today, but the plot was not condensed well...
I tried my best to write the words but nothing happened (shivering)
I hope I can finish it tomorrow! (No chapters were interrupted today~)
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