Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

    What Mu Xing saw when he opened his eyes was the tattered curtain.

    His memory of the last moment was still taking two clansmen to explore the deepest part of the sea, and encountered the whirlpool of the deep sea.

    The merman is not afraid of these, not to mention that he is already a very advanced monk.

    But he was inexplicably involved, and then his consciousness went black and he didn't know anything.

    Mu Xing sat up from the bed with his body propped up, and he quickly realized that he was not rescued.

    He changed his body.

    Because he lowered his head, he was wearing a deep black coat, with delicate silver lines embroidered on the cuffs of the jacket, and the wrists under the cuffs were so thin and pale that there was no trace of blood, almost transparent.

    This is not what he looks like.

    The light group knocked on the door of his acquaintance overseas.

    Mu Xing put it in, and the light group said: "You are reincarnated again."

    Mu Xing: "Well, you know again."

    He looked around, not only the tattered bed, but everything was old and rotten, dusty and worn, as if it had been abandoned for countless years.

    This is not supposed to be the case.

    Not so, so what?

    He thought about it blankly, and some pictures flashed in his mind.

    As he recalls, the surroundings begin to look new.

      peach. A few wisps of heat were bubbling from the teapot nearby.

    The faded and ripped curtains on the top of the head have also become new, and Mu Xing can clearly see the vividly embroidered bamboo patterns on the top.

    "This..."

    It's not the same as before, he doesn't have many memories in his mind.

    I vaguely remember that he was the young son of a princely family who died of a serious illness.

    I think of the scene just now, is he a ghost?

    Outside.

    Xiang Feicheng pushed open the door, and the moment he walked in with his assistant, a cold wind blew past him.

    He subconsciously looked sideways.

    【Fuck! 】

    【Scare me! 】

    【Really, really exciting! This is much better than a man-made blockbuster. 】

    A "ghost" covered in blood and limping passed him, of course, without even looking at him.

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    【Tsk tsk, where is he going. 】

    [There are so many red dots in the yard, the magnetic field is a bit strong, I don’t know if there is any reason]

    Xianfei Cheng is also very curious.

    He has also visited many similar magnetic field points in the past two years, and has seen many such ghosts.

    However, this house is not particularly big, it is really incredible that it has attracted so many ghosts.

    Moreover, the most outrageous thing is that this house is next to a wall, which is another ancient house, but there is nothing there.

    In the entire ancient building complex, there is only this one, like some kind of yin pot, in just half a month, it has attracted a large number of souls.

    He swallowed his saliva and said: "I always feel that we will have a big harvest today, to be honest, if you don't know that I'm not in the same dimension as these souls, they can't touch me, and most of them will see it. Without me, I'm really a little cowardly."

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    Xiang Feicheng continued to walk forward, explaining: "Then the place we enter now should be the front yard, here we can see that the whole pattern is a very classical garden-style structure, this house It's huge, and there's an ancient tree in front of it, it's said to be over a thousand years old...Fuck!"

    The live broadcast room is also one after another.

    It turned out that something suddenly fell from under the branch of the tree. When I looked closely, it was a female ghost with loose hair.

    The female ghost was pale, her eyes bulged, her tongue sticking out, she was obviously a hanged ghost.

    She was wearing a red dress, obviously not from this era.

    She saw Xiang Feicheng, staring at him with a pair of very protruding eyes, and blew cold wind at him.

    Fans in the live broadcast room also felt the cold wind falling on their necks, and goose bumps erupted instantly!

    Contrary: "…"

    "Calm down." He didn't know whether to tell himself or his fans.

    "Some of them can see us, but generally they can't touch us. So don't worry too much." As he said, he approached not afraid of death, and gave several female ghosts close up.

    "Well, this is obviously an ancient female ghost, you see the clothes she wears, I don't know very well, fans who study ancient culture can learn about it."

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    [This is the reason why I love to watch Xiangye’s videos. The other anchors bring a large group of people to strengthen their courage every time. weak. 】

    "Pain..." she whispered.

    Xianfei Cheng couldn't hear clearly, and subconsciously asked: "What?"

    The female ghost stopped talking and hung on the tree and ignored him.

    Xiangfei Cheng said: "Let's go around the whole circle first, and see if this female ghost sister can dig out a little story."

    【Die laughing, you have to tell a story when you meet Mr. 】

    [Seeing that Master Xiang is so calm, I don't think the female ghost is scary anymore. 】

    Xiangfei Cheng walked forward, took two steps, and felt that something was not right.

    When I turned around, my good fellow, the female ghost stood on tiptoe, half-floating in the air, and was following him, staring at him with a pair of penetrating eyes. It's getting close enough to be posted.

    Contrary: "…"

    His assistant was timid. Although he followed him, he did not wear the equipment. He was a little panicked at the moment: "Brother Xiang, why do I feel so cold?"

    【Because there is a young lady standing next to you! 】

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    [*I got goosebumps. 】

    Xianfei Cheng calmed down and told himself that these things could not be touched by him, so it was a holographic projection.

    He said calmly: "It's okay, maybe the temperature is low at night, let's keep going."

    "Step on me."

    "You stepped on me."

    A pale hand reached out to grab his feet.

    A face as pale as a hand emerged from the ground, all seven orifices were bleeding, staring at Xiang Feicheng resentfully: "You stepped on my head!"

    Contrary: "…"

    Something is wrong.

    He thought in shock: How come the souls in this yard look...so smart?