Mosu: Start the Wushan Five Elements!

　　As for Su Yang, the feeling on his body seems to be more powerful than the ability user he has ever seen.

　　"Okay, let's get ready."

　　Guo Xianliang took out the killing and yellow paper from the drawer, and drew talismans in front of a book "Maoshan Talismans".

　　Su Yang smiled and said, "You don't have mana, so what you draw is also a waste talisman."

　　"Talking is better than nothing."

　　Guo Xianliang carefully painted the talismans and pasted them on the doors and windows.

　　"Wang Teddy, stick one on your forehead."

　　A yellow talisman of killing was stuck on Wang Pu's forehead, swaying around like a zombie.

　　After hurriedly finishing dinner, Guo Xianliang set up the camera and faced the dormitory door. He was starting the live broadcast.

　　In addition to being a reporter, he is also a supernatural anchor.

　　This is his first live broadcast of a real ghost.

　　Wang Pu hid in the bed and shivered.

　　"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Guo Xianliang, the anchor, and I'm livestreaming a female ghost to pick up the relatives. It's the Ghost Story incident that everyone saw on the Internet. My roommate met Nie Xiaoqian, and she will come to pick up the relatives soon. The time is now. ...11pm."

　　The live broadcast room exploded in popularity.

　　Although there are many videos of supernatural events on the Internet, it is the first time that a live ghost picks up a relative.

　　Su Yang sat on the bed, waiting for Nie Xiaoqian to come to the door.

　　woohoo...

　　A gust of wind blew in from the crack of the door, and there was the sound of suona blowing and beating from outside.

　　zizi...

　　The lights in the dormitory flickered a few times.

　　Snapped!

　　Bulb burst.

　　The sound of suona reached the door of the dormitory.

　　"Invite the bridegroom to get on the sedan chair!".

Chapter 4

　　"Invite the bridegroom to get on the sedan chair!"

　　This voice sounded like a matchmaker, yin and yang strange.

　　The matchmaker shouted, and the suona stopped.

　　Wang Pu hid in the bed and shivered, and the temperature in the dormitory dropped by dozens of degrees in an instant.

　　Guo Xianliang stood behind the phone, trembling all over.

　　As a ghost reporter, it was the first time for him to live stream a ghost picking up a relative.

　　"Old... old irons, the ghost pick-up team has arrived outside the door. That's what you heard just now."

　　On the screen, there was a bright green light outside the door, and the light bulbs in the hallway of the dormitory, like those in the room, were also broken.

　　That light is a ghost fire.

　　"Fuck, such a realistic effect."

　　"The anchor is awesome, I like your special effects."

　　"No, it's not a special effect, it's real."

　　The number of people watching the live broadcast has reached 10.

　　squeak...

　　The dormitory door opened, white mist blew in, and the camera pan was covered in frost.

　　Four paper figures, carrying a sedan chair, a ghost matchmaker, dressed in colorful clothes, was actually a paper figure.

　　"Groom, the time has come, get on the sedan chair."

　　The ghost matchmaker stretched out her papery hand, tore Wang Pu's quilt away, and giggled.

　　It was obviously made of paper figurines, with all the eyebrows and eyes painted on. The pastel face, with the two ghost fire lanterns in front of the sedan chair, was particularly terrifying.

　　Guo Xianliang slumped on the chair, seeing a real ghost for the first time, so scary.

　　"Every...everyone...I..."

　　Guo Xianliang's earphone fell to the ground and he didn't dare to look directly.

　　"Damn it, what a ghost."

　　"Nima, really."

　　"It was actually a paper man who carried the sedan chair to pick up the relatives."

　　"Amitabha, Amitabha."

　　"Tai Shang Lao Jun is in a hurry like a law."

　　"Ninth uncle protects the body."

　　The real ghost appeared, but the number of people in the live broadcast room not only did not decrease, but instead skyrocketed.

　　The number suddenly increased to more than 70.

　　Wang Pu screamed in horror when he saw the paper matchmaker.

　　"People and ghosts have different paths, I won't be my son-in-law anymore."

　　The paper-man matchmaker giggled: "Groom, you and the eldest lady did a good deed last night, and grandma also gave you a dowry. You said that if you don't marry, you won't marry. What do you think of our Lanruo Temple?"

　　Lan Ruo Temple?

　　Really a Chinese Ghost Story.

　　Wang Pu's body was cold, and he was sweating constantly.

　　"Brother Pu, have you forgotten our kindness last night?"

　　A woman floated in from outside the door, with a beautiful face, long black straight hair, a white costume, and a fairy air.

　　This face can be called a beautiful woman.

　　But Wang Pu already knew that she was a skeleton and was not interested at all.

　　The camera was aimed at the door and photographed Nie Xiaoqian.

　　"Just like in the movies."

　　"Stunning."

　　"Get out of the way, I'm going to be a ghost son-in-law."

　　"Upstairs cattle batch, the most expensive person in Japan."

　　"Brothers, you will be sucked dry by grandma, have you forgotten the plot?"

　　"I'm Ning Caichen, I'm not afraid."

　　"Yan Chixia entered the live broadcast room."

　　The live broadcast room exploded, and a group of people watched the fun.

　　Guo Xianliang stared blankly at Nie Xiaoqian and five paper figures.

　　The ghost is actually right in front of him.

　　"Don't make trouble, the groom, get on the sedan chair."

　　The paper-man matchmaker giggled, grabbed Wang Pu's ankle with papery hands, and forcibly tore it off the top bunk.

　　Wang Pu desperately grabbed the iron bed frame, but could not resist the power of the paper matchmaker.

　　A mere paper figurine has such a powerful power.

　　"Fuck, this brother is finished."

　　"Rest in peace."

　　"It's so cool before you die, don't lose it, brother."

　　"Condolences."

　　"Condolences."

　　"Condolences."

　　The live broadcast room determined that Wang Pu was dead.

　　Wang Pu was dragged from the upper bunk by the paper matchmaker and fell to the ground.

　　Struggling to get up.

　　Nie Xiaoqian floated over, and a faint scent entered Wang Pu's nose.

　　Wang Pu's eyelids suddenly drooped down.

　　"Xiao Qian."

　　Wang Pu smirked stupidly.

　　"who are you?"

　　Nie Xiaoqian played with her hair and smiled.

　　"I'm your servant."

　　Wang Pu smiled innocently.

　　"Brother Caichen, let's go home and get married."