"You have been with me for so long, what do you do for me?" Wen Zhong stood at the gate of the community and shouted towards the darkness on the roadside: "Don't let me ask you to come out."
Wen Zhong was walking on the road, and he felt like someone was peering at him from the dark.
At this time, a cold wind suddenly blew around, just like the cold wind blowing on the corpse in the morgue of the hospital, it was cold and biting.
The cold wind kept blowing around Wenzhong, and a thin layer of frost had even formed on the ground.
"What do you mean, are you showing off your ghost realm?" The skin on Wen Zhong's body made a tearing sound, and gray ghost fungi quickly covered the ground along the wounds.
There was no response from the surroundings, the cold wind was still blowing, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly. Wen Zhong suspected that if the cold wind continued to blow, even the ghost fungi might be frosted.
There is something strange about this wind. It is a sinister wind that can freeze evil spirits.
Thinking of this, Wen Zhong raised his right hand, and a cold white light bloomed in his palm. The light floated in all directions along the wind, and finally he found a figure behind the wall not far away.
In the ghost realm, everything is chaotic and disorderly, but it happens that the ghost pupils in Wen Zhong's palm can see through some supernatural phenomena.
However, soon the wind began to float with threads of mold, which were ghost fungi that had been blown away from the surface by the cold wind. Through the ghost fungi, Wen Zhong felt that his body was also a little hypothermic, and even ghost pupils were covered with ghosts. A layer of frost.
"Damn it." Wen Zhong frowned. His ghost realm was restrained by the sinister wind, and the ghost germs on the ground were completely blown up by the wind. In this case, his ghost realm could not open at all.
But the strange thing is that this sinister wind did nothing except blowing up his ghost germs.
"Wen Zhong." At this time, a man suddenly appeared strangely in the shadows not far from Wen Zhong. With his appearance, the dark wind blowing around him gradually subsided.
Without waiting for Wen Zhong to speak, the man continued: "Wen Zhong, the person in charge of Da'an City, has controlled two ghosts and solved two A-level supernatural incidents. He has some conflicts with Chen Zhanluo, one of the people in charge of the headquarters. I said Right?"
"Who are you?"
Wen Zhong looked at the other person carefully. The person's expression was a bit decadent, like an unemployed street kid, but his eyes were very sharp and bloodshot, filling the entire eye socket.
"Sorry, seeing you as a young and energetic young man, I couldn't help but test it. I hope you won't take it to heart." The man did not directly answer Wen Zhong's words, but began to apologize.
"Testing with your life? You are really looking for death." The radio in Wen Zhong's body blared softly, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the man. His intuition told him that the other man was very dangerous.
"Looking for death? Maybe, or maybe I'm already dead but I just don't know it yet." The man took a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, murmuring.
Just like that, the two fell into a brief silence. Wen Zhong didn't speak, and the man didn't mean to speak. The smoke obscured the moonlight, and the atmosphere at the scene became a little subtle.
Just as he was about to finish smoking a cigarette, the man's eyes gradually became brighter, as if he was coming out of memories, and as if he had made some kind of determination.
"Wen Zhong, have you heard of the supernatural radio station?"
Hearing the words "Supernatural Radio", Wen Zhong was startled at first, then regained his composure instantly and said, "I've heard of it, but I only know that it is a local private ghost control organization in Da'an. I don't know the specific situation."
The man nodded and said: "The so-called supernatural radio station tells a story about sealing a fierce ghost. It is an organization of ghost controllers that originated during the Republic of China. The purpose of its existence is to quell the supernatural incidents that occurred in Da'an."
"Really? But I see that there are a lot of supernatural incidents happening in Da'an now, but I haven't seen your supernatural radio station take action."
The man smiled when he heard this, and then said: "It's a long story, so I'll just say it straight away. Now I want to invite you to join the supernatural radio station. I don't know what you want, Wen Zhong."
"Are there any benefits to joining the paranormal radio station? But I think the salary at the headquarters is pretty good. Public officials are protected by the state. What can your paranormal radio station provide?"
The man did not speak, but just popped a card towards Wen Zhong. As a gust of wind blew, the card fell to Wen Zhong's feet.
"If you have an idea, just come here." A gust of wind blew up the sand and covered the man's figure, "My name is Lu, Changbai Lu, the bell is the number, I am the anchor number 6 of the supernatural radio station,
If you want revenge, you can come to me anytime."
"By the way, the truth you want to know is here. Come as soon as possible, because I may not live for a few days, hahahahahahahahaha..."
With a long, free and easy laugh, the man named Lu Hao disappeared in front of Wen Zhong.
"Supernatural radio station, number 6..." Wen Zhong frowned, then picked up the card on the ground and turned around to leave. Silence returned to the community.
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"How about it? Did he agree?"
Lu Hao shook his head, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it into his mouth, and said, "Oh, golden scales are just a thing in the pond. They turn into dragons when encountering storms."
"I guess so. You're really wasting your efforts."
"Fang Yi, how can this be considered a waste of effort? I can feel the thirst for knowledge in his words. Do you understand? I feel that I am just one step away from success."
Huo Fangyi said: "I don't know about the desire for knowledge. I just feel that you are making me feel very disgusted."
"Yi, I feel the same way."
In a dark room somewhere in Da'an, Supernatural Radio's No. 6 anchor Lu Hao and fellow anchor Huo Fangyi were talking about Wen Zhong, when a graceful woman walked in from the door.
"Su Yue, where have you been?" Huo Fangyi asked.
"Yi, you can't control it. Why do I have to report to you wherever I go?" Su Yue sat at the table, "No., and you, you are getting more and more disgusting now, can you trouble me?"
Don’t appear in front of me in the future.”
"Really, you are really cruel to say such things to your colleagues, but you won't be able to see me soon." Lu Hao took a long drag on his cigarette and said.
"You, what do you mean?"
"I have decided to go to that place."
As soon as these words came out, the expression on Su Yue's face froze, and she said coldly: "No, is there something wrong with your brain finally? He is already dead."
Lu Hao did not respond. He seemed to have changed. His expression became extremely ferocious. At the same time, there were gusts of cold wind blowing around him, as if a ghost was exhaling, which made people's hair stand on end.