The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 1685 Picked up a Little Taoist (34)

The latest piece of information is to tell Song Yu to go back quickly, they are going to prepare things and catch ghosts.

It was getting late, and it was indeed time for Song Yu to go back.

He pursed his lips slightly, stood up, and stood in front of the bed with a slender figure. Aunt Jiang noticed his movement, raised her eyelids slightly, and looked away after sweeping past him.

Aunt Jiang threw a pair of Qs, and said casually, "Are you going back?"

Song Yu nodded: "Well, it's time to go."

Aunt Jiang didn't miss it, "Walk slowly. Remember to close the door when you leave."

Seeing the girl's relentless attitude towards him, Song Yu somehow got used to it, just like when she was in the hospital, she left as soon as she said she wanted to leave him alone in the hospital.

Song Yu slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and said in a flat tone, "Sister, remember to rest early."

Aunt Jiang opened her mouth, but Song Yu seemed to know what she was going to say, and continued, "You should rest well even if you are a ghost."

Aunt Jiang: "..."

She closed her open lips, bowed her head and continued to fight the landlord, as if impatiently urging, "Okay, I understand, you can go now."

Song Yu didn't say anything, and now he really left.

Before leaving, he turned his head, glanced behind him faintly, then closed the door and left with the dark eyes in his eyes.

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"Old irons, double-click 666 and don't stop!"

"I have now come to the Ganshan Funeral Home in Lianjiang District. I think everyone already knows that this place is said to be haunted. But don't be afraid, I, Ma Gaoda, is a supernatural anchor. This is what I broadcast, and I will take you to find it together. The truth, see if this place is haunted!"

"But it looks like it's pitch-black inside, and there doesn't seem to be a guard, so I don't know if I can go in."

"Otherwise, old irons, there are already 500 viewers in Xiao Ma's live broadcast room, everyone move your fingers together, tap the little heart on the screen, everyone together reach [-] million likes, and I will jump over the wall and enter Sample?"

Ma Gaoda stood in front of the Ganshan funeral home. He held up the selfie stick in his hand and turned the camera to face himself. In front of him was the fence that had been lowered.

It seemed that there was no one here, and Ma Gaoda had to climb over the wall if he wanted to get in.

While Ma Gaoda was holding up the selfie stick, he couldn't help but look around from the corner of his eye. This place is far away from the city center. It looks deserted, and there is no one there. The quietness is really scary.

However, Ma Gaoda has been a ghost anchor for two or three years. He has been to many places that are rumored to be haunted, but every time he is safe and sound, so this time Ma Gaoda also believes that he will be fine in the end, and he is not too scared.

"Old fellows, move your fingers together! Now there are more than 400 million likes, if you just move your fingers and click casually, it will reach 500 million in no time."

On the mobile phone in front of Ma Gaoda, the barrage was sliding rapidly.

Soon the number of likes reached 500 million, Ma Gaoda nodded in satisfaction and said: "Okay, now there are 500 million likes, let's go in and see what's going on inside Let's do it!"

Ma Gaoda has been to many supernatural places, where no one is allowed to enter, so Ma Gaoda has become extremely proficient at climbing over walls and the like.

After successfully entering the funeral parlor, Ma Gaoda found that the place was absurdly large, and there was no light at all, so Ma Gaoda had no choice but to move forward with a selfie stick in one hand and a flashlight in the other.

(End of this chapter)