The taxi started, and disappeared into the darkness after two roars.

Fang Ping'an leaned his back against the temple gate, looking at the dilapidated taxi that was leaving, slightly surprised.

He looked down at his right hand.

There are maggots on it.

Fang Ping'an smacked his lips.

That's the case with fighting ghosts, and it's no big deal except that it's a bit exciting.

But this time, I have completely formed a bond with this female ghost in red.

Fang Ping'an felt helpless and shook his head and sighed.

The incident of hitting a ghost is getting worse and worse.

You have to think of ways to find ways to protect yourself as soon as possible.

…………

On the way home, Fang Ping'an went to a convenience store.

He bought a can of coke and planned to go home to strengthen a few cans for spare.

Until now, Fang Ping'an still hasn't figured out why people can see the female ghost in red, but they can't see the tentacle monster behind him.

As the tentacle monsters keep using themselves as barbecue racks, Fang Ping'an probably had a reasonable guess.

That is, the tentacle monster wants to use other ghosts to destroy the yang fire on its body, and at the same time strengthen itself. I believe no one will refuse such a good thing that can harm others and benefit oneself.

What's more, it's a ghost.

Back home.

Fang Ping'an changed into slippers at the door and went straight back to the bedroom.

Lying on the bed, he showed a string of numbers on his retina: the experience value is 180,000.

I drew the female ghost more than thirty times before I got this little bit.

To be honest, Fang Pingan was a little dissatisfied.

You know, his plug-in has increased his experience value by ten thousand times.

My psychological expectations are like a hundred thousand.

But there were not many maggots on the female ghost's face. In the end, the female ghost in red could not bear the humiliation and ran away in anger.

It seems to be still moaning?

Think about it this way...

It seems that I haven't washed my hands yet.

Fang Ping'an looked at his right hand and fell into deep thought.

After a moment of contemplation.

He walked barefoot to the bathroom to prepare to wash without slippers.

Turn on the faucet.

Fang Ping'an reached out and scooped up a handful of cold water and rubbed it on his face.

The cool feeling made his tense nerves relax properly.

He just looked up at himself in the mirror.

The nerves that had just relaxed suddenly became tense and almost broke!

Cold sweat suddenly flowed down his forehead.

In the mirror.

In addition to the withered tentacle monster, there is also a terrifying ghost tied tightly with rotten iron chains. Its eyes were covered with bloodshot, ignoring the hot yang energy on Fang Ping'an's body, and pressing her face in front of Fang Ping'an.

"Hi...you can see."

"Um."

"Gee...Gee...can't see."

Fang Ping'an had goosebumps all over her body.

It's like a ray of light on your back!

The little confidence that I had recovered from the female ghost in red was gone in an instant.

This ghost is not afraid of his own yang fire!

Being discovered by it... I will definitely die!

I can't see...

I can't see...

Fang Ping'an was frightened and kept hypnotizing himself in his heart.

Bend down and scoop up cold water to wash your face.

Look up again.

The ghost bound by the chains crawled into the mirror at some point. The moment Fang Ping'an looked up, he directly hit his terrifying face on the mirror.

In an instant, the mirror cracked.

Fang Ping'an's little heart trembled.

But his face was still pretending to be calm and reached out to touch the mirror.

"Huh? Why did the mirror break?"

"It seems that it must be the principle of thermal expansion and contraction. I have to change it to a new one tomorrow."

The ghost dragging the rotten iron chain crawled out of the mirror and grinned.

"He can't see...hehe..."

"Hehe...hehe..."

Fang Ping'an was lying on the bed.

A haggard and dark tentacle monster lay on the ceiling.

The ghost dragging the rotten iron chain stood on the quilt, tilting his head to stare at Fang Ping'an who was huddled in the quilt.

He tightened the quilt, feeling that the quilt, which was not warm, was even worse.

If this continues, your family will become a ghost nest...

The more I think about it, the sadder I feel.

I opened my phone and looked at it.

Thinking that someone else might be lying on his side in the quilt when charging his phone. He was fine when he was just watching the short video. When he saw the beauty in the video, he was very sour.

Why is the gap between people so big?

no!

I want to get closer with my own efforts!!

Thinking of this, Fang Ping'an clicked on the account he had registered on Tanling website.

The short video I posted before has been on the homepage of this Tanling app, with the click rate and playback volume reaching as much as 50,000 or 60,000.

Fang Ping'an clicked on the comments, and there was a lot of curses in the comment section.

"Day! What the hell video is this?"

"Where is this old lady who is unethical to the ancestral grave where she lives? I want to give you some local specialties!"

"What's the point of posting such a non-terrifying video? You're sending it during the day."

"Everyone, I want to reveal a big thing! I took a fancy to a parachute on Pinxixi, and there was no negative review. I bought it to try it out. Just when I jumped off the plane, I knew why there were no negative reviews. I am now using the flying posture of my left foot and right foot to expose it for you in a few seconds. Tell you not to buy Pinxi..."

"The heroes upstairs are walking all the way!"

"Salute to the hero."

"Tears, tears, tears"

"Nine out of ten tears laughed, and one was laughing wildly."

Looking at the comments, Fang Ping'an smiled with relief.

It seems that if you have the chance, you should record more such videos.

It's OK to find a suitable place to broadcast live.

Only in this way can everyone know the sinisterness of this world.

I am not persecuting innocent passers-by for my own selfish desires.
To be continued...