unfortunate black cat

Chapter 130 Mailbox Advertising Loves Storytelling
"Okay, let's come here today, get ready, let's have a meal first."

At dinner time, Yang Momo took the initiative to speak and stopped today's practice.

Zhuang Yuan's soul is not strong, and she really needs to rest now.

Jiang Sheng wagged his tail and lay prone on the windowsill.

It is scratching the mobile phone with its paw pad, and at the same time, it is also concentrating on browsing the latest city news.

The uneasiness in his heart made him a little uncomfortable.

Now, it can only be relieved in this way.

"Well, let me see, I should have bought some eggs today before coming here."

Out of the principle of not eating at Zhuang Yuan's house, Yang Momo would bring his own ingredients every time he came.

Now he is also squatting by the vegetable basket, thinking about what to eat at night.

And Zhuang Yuan took advantage of this opportunity, carefully walked around Jiang Sheng's back, and reached out to stroke the black cat's hair.

Ever since Yang Momo came, Jiang Sheng's majesty has become worse day by day.

The current Zhuang Yuan is not only not afraid of it, but always wants to take advantage of it.

This undoubtedly made Jiang Sheng very unhappy.

Touch it, touch it, touch it, I just smoothed out my hair, and you messed it up again in a blink of an eye.

"Grumble rumble."

Complaining so much in his heart, it's a pity that the black cat's throat has already swelled.

It turns out that as long as you are an animal, you cannot avoid the instincts of your body.

"Ding dong."

Just in time.

Two anonymous e-mails were sent to Jiang Sheng's and Yang Momo's online mailboxes together.

The black cat subconsciously opened the file.

Then came across a strange post.

The content of the article is roughly as follows.

Title: The Old Man in Shroud on Tong'an Street.

Have you ever been to Tong'an Street?

To the east of the old temple on Xiahe Street and to the west of the dining hall on Nanmen Street, there is a particularly secluded path.

The road is not long and hard to find.

But there, there are quite a few shops for funerals.

Some sell paper money, some make coffins, and some cut shrouds.

It's very cloudy.

Walking around in broad daylight is enough to send chills down your spine.

As for the story of the old man in shroud.

In detail, it seems that it was spread in this alley.

According to the rumor, people have three fires.

One is on the top of the head, and the second and third are on the left and right, standing shoulders side by side, so as to keep people's yang energy comprehensive.

All evil spirits that can't extinguish the three fires are hard to kill.

However, if the three fires are extinguished, hundreds of harms will attack.

Therefore, Tong'an Street has always had three dos and don'ts.

It is because the wind does not enter, the rain does not enter, and neither does the cape cape.

To put it more bluntly, you can't enter Tong'an Street on windy days, and you can't enter Tong'an Street on heavy rainy days.

People with rain gear and wide hats are also not allowed to enter Tong'an Street.

For the wind blows and extinguishes the fire, and the rain extinguishes the fire.

A big hat with an umbrella brim will also suppress the fire.

Make the ghosts hiding in the dark look for opportunities to harm people.

Tong'an Street is not clean, as the old people who live nearby often say so.

Because it is not clean, it is impossible to build residential buildings there.

Because it is not clean, the shops are not open in rainy and rainy days.

Because it is not clean, no one will still choose to walk on that street when encountering three no-entry situations.

otherwise.

You are likely to hear the sound of burning paper in the narrow streets.

At this time, run if you can, don't look back.

Because the person who burned the paper there was probably an old man in a shroud.

When you turn around, he will blow a mouthful of foul air into your face.

In this way, your biggest fire will be extinguished.

And you can't run away.

……

What the hell?

Looking at the article in front of him, it seemed to be a ghost story pieced together by a third-rate writer, and Jiang Sheng's expression was somewhat subtle.

Is this form of email advertising popular now?

Will it be a little too far ahead?
Suddenly, Jiang Sheng's eyes stayed on a hot comment under the article.

"Hey, the poster of this post seems to be the guy who posted the human-faced dog before."

"No way, I heard that the person who wrote that article has already canceled all accounts."

"But you see, their IDs and addresses (screenshots) are all the same."

"Hiss, can the canceled account be retrieved?"

"The author's writing skills have declined, and the sense of substitution and reality of this story has weakened a lot."

"But the number of reprints is frighteningly high."

"Brush it."

"It's kind of weird."

"Indeed, canceled accounts can be brought back to life. Could it be that the website is doing something wrong?"

……

"Yang Momo!"

The black cat lying by the window suddenly stood up.

Then it called with an extremely serious voice, a certain girl it thought was still flipping through ingredients.

"I saw."

However, Yang Momo, in fact, has already taken out his mobile phone, and is currently looking at various comments under the post.

"This old man in shroud is probably written by the same person, or even the same group of people, as the human-faced dog we met last time. What are they going to do, cause panic, but what's the point of doing so?"

While muttering to herself, the girl's brows were slowly furrowed.

The scar on the bridge of the nose was slightly slanted, and there was a bit of fierceness on the delicate face.

(Well, it would be even better if the scar wasn't from a cat scratch.)
"The other party is obviously deliberately creating an urban legend, what are you going to do?"

With its tail raised high, the black cat stared at Yang Momo's profile.

And the you it talks about are naturally the psionic management office behind the girl.

"I'm going back to the office now to report the situation. If there are no accidents, I should be able to transfer a group of people to come and investigate this incident. As for you, stay here for now, remember, and protect my students."

Yang Momo said, looking up at Zhuang Yuan.

At the same time put the phone back into the pocket of the jacket.

"I see."

Jiang Sheng nodded his head, which can be regarded as approval of the girl's plan.

Who knew this time.

Zhuang Yuan suddenly opened her mouth.

"Ah, ah."

I saw the dumb girl first gestured in the air with her hands, then picked up the notebook on the table, and even wrote nervously.

"I think so too. Let's go and have a look, is that okay?"

"Where are you going, spiritual steward?"

Yang Momo obviously didn't react immediately.

But immediately, she froze for a moment, and then fell into a brief moment of thought.

It is undeniable to be able to participate in some formal actions.

For the growth of students, it may be of great help.

And judging from the combat power of the human-faced dog, the strength of the old man in shroud probably won't be out of control.

However, she is still not sure whether Zhuang Yuan is ready to face the spirit.

After all, that is a world very different from "reality".

There is too much absurdity and weirdness there.

"Let her go."

Until Jiang Sheng, who was standing aside, also spoke.

"I'll take good care of her."

(End of this chapter)