Unlucky black cat

Chapter 130 Mailbox ads love to tell stories

Okay, let's stop here today, get ready, and let's have a meal first.

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

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

Jiang Sheng was wagging his tail and lying on his stomach on the windowsill.

It was pulling the phone with its paw pads, and at the same time, it was concentrating on browsing the recent city news.

The uneasy feeling in his heart made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Now, I can only relieve myself in this way.

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

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

Now I am squatting by the vegetable basket, thinking about what to eat in the evening.

Zhuang Yuan took this opportunity to carefully go 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 every day.

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

This undoubtedly made Jiang Sheng very unhappy.

Touch, touch, touch, whatever, the hair I just straightened out was messed up by you again in the blink of an eye.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

He was complaining in his heart, but unfortunately there was a dull drum in Black Cat's throat.

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

Ding dong.

Just in time.

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

Black Cat subconsciously opened the file.

Then I saw a strange post.

The content of the article is roughly as follows.

Title: The old man in shrouds 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 canteen on Nanmen Street, there is a particularly secluded path.

The road is not long and it is not easy to find.

But there are several shops that do casual business.

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

The yin energy is very heavy.

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

As for the story of the old man in shrouds.

To put it into detail, it seems that it was spread in this alley.

According to legend, people have three fires.

One of them is on the top of the head, and the other two and three are on the left and right, with the shoulders standing side by side, so as to keep the person's yang energy intact.

If evil spirits do not extinguish the three fires, they will hardly harm human life.

However, if the three fires are extinguished, hundreds of evils will invade.

Therefore, Tong'an Street has always had three obstacles.

This is because the wind doesn't come in, the rain doesn't come in, and even wearing a raincoat and hat doesn't come in.

To put it more bluntly, you cannot enter Tong'an Street on a windy day, and you cannot enter Tong'an Street on a heavy rainy day.

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

For the wind will extinguish the fire, and the rain will extinguish the fire.

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

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

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

Because it is not clean, no residential buildings can be built there.

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

Because it is unclean, no one will still choose to walk that street when encountering Sanbujin.

otherwise.

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

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

Because the person burning paper there is probably an old man wearing a shroud.

When you turn around, he will blow a breath of dirty air into your face.

In this way, your biggest fire will be extinguished.

And you can't run away either.

…

What the hell?

Looking at the article in front of him, which looked like a ghost story put together by a third-rate writer, Jiang Sheng's expression was somewhat subtle.

Is this form of email advertising now popular?

Isn't it a little too ahead of its time?

Suddenly, Jiang Sheng's eyes stopped at a hot comment under the article.

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

No way. I heard that the person who wrote that article has canceled all his accounts.

But look, their IDs and addresses (screenshots) are all the same.

Hey, can the canceled account be retrieved?

The author's writing skills have declined, and the sense of immersion and reality in this story has become much weaker.

“But the number of reprints is frighteningly high.”

Brush it.

It's a little weird.

Indeed, canceled accounts can be brought back to life. Is it the website that is causing trouble?

…

Yang Momo!

The black cat lying by the window suddenly stood up.

Then he called out in an extremely serious voice to a certain girl who he thought was still looking for ingredients somewhere.

I saw.

However, Yang Momo had actually taken out his mobile phone and was currently looking at the various comments under the post.

This old man in shrouds is probably the work of the same person, or even the same group of people, as the human-faced dog we met last time. What are they trying to do, to cause panic? But what's the point of doing so?

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

The scar on the bridge of the nose is slightly tilted, and the delicate face has a bit of fierceness.

(Well, it would be better if the scar wasn't from a cat scratch.)

The other party is obviously deliberately creating urban legends. What are you going to do?

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

And the you it is talking about are naturally the psychic management office behind the girl.

I will go back to the office now to report the situation. If nothing else happens, we should be able to mobilize a group of people to come and investigate this incident. As for you, stay here for now. Remember to protect my students.

Yang said silently and looked up at Zhuang Yuan.

At the same time, he put his cell phone back into his jacket pocket.

I see.

Jiang Sheng nodded, agreeing with the girl's plan.

Who knows at this time.

Zhuang Yuan suddenly opened his mouth.

Ah, ah.

The mute woman first gestured in the air with her hands, then picked up the notebook on the table and even wrote nervously.

I'd like to, too. Can I follow you and have a look?

Where are you following, the Spiritual Control Office?

Yang Momo obviously didn't react immediately.

But then, she was stunned for a moment, and then fell into a brief period of thought.

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

It may be of great help to the growth of students.

And judging from the fighting power of the human-faced dog, the strength of the old man in shrouds will probably not be out of control.

However, she was not yet sure whether Zhuang Yuan was ready to face the supernatural.

After all, it was a world very different from reality.

There is so much absurdity and weirdness there.

Let her pass.

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

I'll keep an eye on her.