Qin Sir was chatting with the audience in the live broadcast room when he suddenly heard Huang Jianyong's words and looked at him with a strange expression.

"Why did I harm you?" he asked.

"Didn't you say that telling stories can stabilize the female ghosts?" Huang Jianyong said depressedly, "As soon as I entered, I met three female ghosts. This time I didn't accept their seduction..."

"Wait," Sir Qin interrupted, "What do you mean by not accepting that this time?"

When Huang Jianyong saw the other party being broadcast live, he couldn't help but look embarrassed and said, "This doesn't matter. Anyway, I'll imitate you and tell them stories."

Tan Sir said "Oh" and showed an ambiguous smile on his face.

There is also a joyful atmosphere in the live broadcast room.

【Wow.】

【At first glance, it’s just a plan.】

【Ph, scumbag!】

[Does anyone know how female ghosts taste?]

[I think I still have to ask Ayong himself for this kind of thing.]

【Ayong is indeed very brave.】

...

Huang Jianyong accidentally saw the barrage information and couldn't help but turn black and almost fainted.

Death of the society!

Qin Sir had guessed this ending and couldn't say it at all, so he said, "What did you tell them? Could it be "A Chinese Ghost Story"?"

Nie Xiaoqian under the big locust tree looked curiously.

"How could I be so stupid?" Huang Jianyong shook his head, "I really said that, I guess I can't use them. That tree demon just killed me with an old tree."

Qin Sir looked at him meaningfully and smiled, "Then what were you talking about?"

"Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai." Huang Jianyong said, "They must like this miserable love story."

"What then?" asked Tan Sir.

"I'm done, they killed me, some people are trying to get their hearts and some are catching their eyes..." Huang Jianyong said as his body trembled slightly, obviously he did not expect these female ghosts to be so cruel.

Qin Sir couldn't help feeling sympathy when he saw his appearance, but his tone was helpless: "How can you finish your speech!"

"You must have heard of this principle, right?" he said.

"Download the mill and kill the donkey!" Huang Jianyong said.

"Yes, you've finished speaking. They don't need you. Could it be that they have to offer you?" said Tan Sir.

"But the story is so long." Huang Jianyong felt so aggrieved.

"Then won't you be a little longer? For example, when they tell their stories in the academy for the middle of the night, they can't get some competitions." Tan Sir said bitterly, "There are also skills in telling stories. You have to expand the story of 500 words to 5 million words, so that you can fool those ghosts."

Huang Jianyong was thinking.

"I understand!" He suddenly slapped his head and said excitedly, "I'll talk to those female ghosts now."

About fifteen minutes later, he appeared again.

Seeing his dejected look, Qin Sir, who was chatting with Yan Chixia, was almost speechless.

"What's wrong this time?" asked Tan Sir.

"They said I was bored." Huang Jianyong's eyes were empty, "I clearly competed them in the academy as you said..."

“What about specific?”

Huang Jianyong began to tell his expanded story to Sir Tan.

After listening for a while, Tan Sir began to look up at the sky.

"Is there something in the sky?" Huang Jianyong saw that the other party stopped listening, and couldn't help but look at it, but saw nothing.

"Brother," Tan Sir patted the other person's shoulder, "You'd better give up, it's fun to have water."

Huang Jianyong was stunned.

"All roads lead to Rome, do you either try another way?" Tan Sir comforted.

Huang Jianyong looked careless: "Forget it, I'd better practice hard."

...

Five days later.

Yan Chixia began to take a vacation.

He had already discussed with Nie Xiaoqian, and the two of them rested for two days a week.

Taking advantage of the vacation, Yan Chixia planned to remove some of the beginning and end of the original world.

A few days ago, while he was getting off work, he had already sold some of the things he collected and got about two million game coins from the Knowledge House.

This made him one of the few local tyrants among his employees.

Yan Chixia herself was also quite happy.

He knew that the things he sold were only a very small part of the original world. If he could attract all the things like practicing martial arts, wouldn’t he be able to get a huge amount of game coins, and even exchange them for the phoenix power and chaotic power that could make people comparable to gods in the description?

He has sent contact information to many friends to help collect such items, but he thinks he has little hope.

Things involving practice are originally secrets that are not passed down by various sects. In addition, today, treacherous ministers are rampant in the Taoist demons, and many sects of practice have been destroyed by demons, so it is even more difficult to collect that kind of item.

But this is not all a bad thing.

After the demons kill the human monks, they often retain their skills and other objects as reference objects for their own practice.

Many of the practice techniques and other things that Yan Chixia has obtained before were obtained after killing the demons.

He guessed that the tree demon grandma might have it in her hands.

Then this battle is even more imperative.

However, before this, he planned to buy some items first so that he could be prepared for any trouble.

In fact, Yan Chixia was full of confidence in this battle. In Lanruo Temple in Fantasy Park, he fought with the tree demon dozens of times and had long discovered the other party's weakness.

Even without the help of external objects, he has the confidence to kill them.

He was just worried that the Black Mountain old demon behind the other party would appear, so Yan Chixia spent extra money to buy other items.

After completing all the preparations, Yan Chixia returned to the world of "A Chinese Ghost Story".

He appeared on the street.

A large area of ​​chaos and hawking sound suddenly came into my ears.

As for his appearance, everyone around him seemed to have not noticed the abnormality.

Even though it was not the first time that Yan Chixia had seen such a situation, she felt a little shocked.

Fantasy Park is indeed extraordinary!

Looking around the busy crowd, looking at the patched clothes and straw sandals with exposed toes on the little peddler, and then looking at the beggars kneeling on the ground with broken bowls, Yan Chixia felt very uncomfortable.

"Official officers handle cases, idle people are waiting for a quick retreat!"

With a low shout, a horse sound came from a distance.

There was a burst of people on the street immediately.

Looking at the dozen men wearing official costumes and rushing to the horse, Yan Chixia held the hilt of the sword and slowly put it down.

He once again remembered what Zhao Gang said when he was drinking with other employees in the park a few days ago.

"This world is the people, the world of the poor people who cannot eat enough and wear warmth!"

"There has never been any savior, nor does it rely on the gods and emperors. It depends entirely on ourselves to create human happiness..."

Thinking back on those words, Yan Chixia's fist gradually clenched.

Just eliminating all the evil spirits in the world may not necessarily bring about a bright world!
Chapter completed!