Detecting the Spirit App.

The comment sections under Fang Ping'an's homepage were all exploded.

"Shocked! A certain grandma master returned from missing and was going to a sparsely populated place to do this!"

"Black Chalk Notes: This is the 18th hour, twenty minutes and two seconds I have followed Grandma Master. He hasn't updated it for a long time. Could it be that he was in a car accident?"

"Be confident upstairs, don't be so pessimistic, what if he dies?"

"Well? Grandma mainly goes live to Beishan Wasteland?"

"I heard that the Beishan wasteland is quite terrifying, and I don't know whether it is true or not. It's just this time I'll take a look."

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When the bus arrived at the station, it slowly stopped in a relatively desolate town.

There are basically no pedestrians in the town. Some people have a bench at the door, and the old man sits at the door to smoke dry cigarettes, or they are just three or five elderly people chatting together.

"This place doesn't look like there are shared bicycles..." Looking at the sandy road under your feet and the ditches dug on both sides of the road, Fang Ping'an shook his head: "Do you want to walk?"

Looking up, from his perspective, the distorted and terrifying figure wandered around.

It’s not an illusion. In places like rural towns, there are much more terrifying things than in the city.

"Hell is empty, it's all in the world..." Fang Ping'an couldn't help but complain.

Ignore those ghosts.

Fang Ping'an continued to think about how he should go to the Beishan wasteland.

In fact, I can buy a bicycle here and then strengthen my ride. Unfortunately, I didn’t agree to my shriveled wallet.

I took out my phone, clicked on the map, and searched for it and found that Tuquan was about three kilometers away from the Beishan wasteland. It took about an hour to walk, and it was fine.

Fang Pingan sighed helplessly.

"There's nothing, let's go."

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Dongxia City Night Watch Conference Room.

Liu En, the leader of the night watchman in Dongxia City.

That is, the man with scars on the side that appeared in Shanfeng Village.

He held a thick stack of materials in his hand, threw them onto the table, then turned on the computer and accepted an invitation to a video conference.

On the other end of the computer is the young man wearing the nightgown in the last time in the Wonderful Frog Seed.

His name is Lu Kui, and he is the general manager of the Night Watcher's Far East Branch.

Lu Kui leaned his head back on the chair, looked at Liu En on the other end of the video and asked:

"How is it? Have you found out the information?"

"I found it...but to be honest, I would rather not find it."

"You still need to hide from me? Just tell me the specific situation directly."

"I took the unearthed armor and weapons to those who know how to read it. After identification, these items were probably from 1,200 years ago, but I searched through the historical records but couldn't find a tomb that matched it."

After hearing the words 1,200 years ago, Lu Kui's legs became weak, and he slid directly from the chair to the table, and quickly shouted: "Stop, stop, stop!"

"One thousand two hundred years ago?" Lu Kui sweated coldly and calculated with his fingers. "Isn't that a thousand-year-old tomb buried in the yin and yang imbalance of Beim Mountain. Fortunately, it was dug up by a group of unsightly bastards? Now the ghost troubles are spreading, right?"

Liu En nodded seriously: "Yes!"

Lu Kui held his hands on his forehead and rubbed it. He glanced at Liu En, returning to his previous cynical normal:

"I will send fifty members of the Four Elephant to assist you first. At the same time, you will also call together the strange people in Dongxia City to try to stabilize the situation. Never let it escalate into a natural disaster!!"

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After walking for half an hour, Fang Ping'an met a convenience store next to the deserted road.

"Can you really sell things when you open a store in such a place?"

The dirt road covered with weeds extends crookedly into the depths of the woods, with no street lights around it. You can vaguely see a brick and earth convenience store in the distance through the sparse tree branches.

Following the winding dirt road, Fang Ping'an entered the depths of the woods. After walking for dozens of meters, he finally arrived at the entrance of the convenience store.

The courtyard gate is surrounded by dark gray high walls, with only one entrance and exit. The rusty iron door is opened to both sides, and an old iron lock is hung on the door.

"Is anyone here?" Fang Ping'an tried to shout.

He walked along the gate into the convenience store. A man was standing behind the counter full of goods. His eyes were a little dull, as if he hadn't woken up.

"I want to buy something?"

"Uh... are you the boss?" Fang Ping'an was stunned, "I want to buy six cans of Coke, Fanta, and Sprite."

The dull man glanced at Fang Ping'an's waist, frowned slightly, turned around and took out six cans of Coke from the shelves and put them in plastic bags: "Twelve in total."

Fang Ping'an took out twelve dollars from his wallet and handed them to the man, then picked up the Coke and turned around and left. At this time, sweat had already oozed from his forehead.

As Fang Ping'an left, the dull man's neck slowly cracked a vertical opening, and a tentacle full of pupils slid out of it.

Crazy, hoarse, wailing.

It seems as if all the breaking sounds gather together.

"It makes me hate it...it seems like I've just started a business with a piece of shit..."

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Fang Ping'an was a little nervous.

"What should I do now? The convenience store owner is not a human at all. Now I will go back and use the Han sword to cut it into tetanus and run away?" He held a fishing bag in his right hand and a can of 2-intensified coke in his left hand.

No, no.

If you can't beat the cold, you will still have to stay there!

If the enemy doesn't move, I'll escape!

After arguing, Fang Ping'an quickly ran towards the Beishan wasteland.

There is no way, now you will probably expose yourself when you look back. Wouldn't that be even more dangerous? It's better to go straight up the mountain, so that you can not only do the live broadcast but also find a place to hide.

One hour later.

Fang Ping'an rushed to the Beishan wasteland.

There are half-human-tall weeds everywhere, and rocks are everywhere, with dead poplar trees and dark green pine trees scattered around.

There are many large or small earthblocks on the hillside, and a few crows squat on them and peck at each other's feathers.

Wait until it gets dark.

Fang Ping'an, who was squatting under a huge bluestone, temporarily confirmed that he was safe, took out his phone and placed it on the bracket, and clicked on the live broadcast.

The live broadcast will be started, and fans who follow him will receive prompts, and there will be announcements on his personal updates in the Lingtan app.

Within a few seconds, a water friend entered.

Their milk bully: "It's you! Last time, the labor company happily watched videos in the toilet! Suddenly, I saw the video of you bastard, and I was so scared that I had cut off my shit!"

A piece of elegance broke: "Damn it? The story is amazing!"

March Qi: It’s the video you bastard posted, right? Eat me a guillotine!!!

Yin Shiqi: "Did I find that Grandma Master is behind the stone? Gou Tou Ren anchor, I've followed it."
Chapter completed!