"you!!!"

The middle-aged man's face turned into a slutty look. He wanted to scold this ungrateful woman, but he was worried that nearly 10,000 people would watch online when he went to the live broadcast room, but he held back his words.

Moreover, there were several people in the car looking at him. He was a very proud person and could not bear the reputation of beating a woman.

"Hmph! Shirt, I won't argue with you!" The middle-aged man asked his big belly to change his position, at the position behind Jiang Ming.

"cut!"

The junior girl just smiled indifferently about this middle-aged man who she thought was a common man, and her face changed. She had a sweet smile and chatted with the fans in the live broadcast room with another sweet smile.

"She is also an anchor, it's so interesting!" Before Jiang Ming could show the joy of meeting his peers, he was disturbed by the middle-aged man sitting behind him.

"Don't come here!!!"

He roared loudly in his heart with displeasure. Jiang Ming had no choice but to twitch his eyes and let his feet tremble slightly. He couldn't drive others to sit in other places for no reason.

"This middle-aged man is definitely a dying person. I want to be 12 points and not let him get tired of me!" At this moment, Jiang Ming was so worried that he could cry.

Amidst anxiety, bus No. 404 arrived at the next stop, Nanlin Park.

Before I arrived at the station, I saw a few black shadows standing next to the station sign with hoes, shovels and other farm tools standing next to it.

"Is this already open outside the city?"

Jiang Ming looked back at the back of the car. The skyscrapers were no longer visible, and there were dark woodland everywhere.

The street lights on the side of the road were light and dim. I don’t know if the voltage was unstable or it was implying that there was something dirty.

The zipper of the backpack was opened halfway, and a reflective thing could be seen through the opening. Jiang Ming held the kitchen knife in his right hand, looking very nervous.

The dark shadows at the site were simple-dressed and dark-skinned villagers, holding farm tools together, talking and laughing.

There is a large area of ​​fields around Nanlin Park. These people worked from daytime until dark, and because they had no mobile phones or watches on their bodies, they were neglected until now, and they took the bus back to the village.

Moreover, the government of S City is very humane. The government pays for the government when taking the bus. These villagers who don’t spend much money usually don’t sit in vain.

"The vehicle starts, passengers who get on the bus should be careful. If you sit well, hold it well and hold it steadily, there will be less risk of emergency braking. Next stop, Baijia Village..."

Sitting in front of Jiang Ming was an old man about 70 years old. His skin was very dark and he was wearing an old towel to wipe his sweat on his neck.

Seeing the old man sitting in the position of a primary school student in his dream, Jiang Ming's heart hopped hard and became even more uneasy.

The attention was divided into three parts, one on the strange woman, and the other on the middle-aged man behind him. The last part was to be alert to women in and outside the car and the primary school students in white skirts.

"Little baby, what are you running around at night? Are you not afraid of encountering ghosts?" The old man might be bored and turned around to chat with Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming could see that the old man showed fatigue in his eyes, but a kind smile on his face. He smiled back:

"Look at what you said, I'm not running around!" He quietly took out his right hand and pointed to the black phone on his belt.

"Uncle, you don't know, right? I'm a nighttime anchor, and I'm now broadcasting some fans to some live broadcasts."

This sentence came into the ears of the junior school girl. She looked up at Jiang Ming in surprise. She was an outdoor adventure anchor, commonly known as supernatural live broadcast, and was called Xiaodaimeier.

Relying on the weird, dangerous live broadcast theme and cute, sweet, petite and weak character, Xiaodaimei mastered a lot of traffic under the violent collision of the two.

The other party claimed to be the anchor and was broadcast live on the rumored bus No. 404, so he must be a supernatural anchor like himself.

Then, she smiled disdainfully and had more than 10 million fans.

She has seen famous people in her journey, but as for Jiang Ming, she has no impression of her at all, and is mostly just a small anchor on a small platform.

Shaking her head, she continued to act cutely and cutely with her family in this gloomy bus.

The old man held his hoe and looked at the black phone with interest for a few seconds. On the screen, he saw his old face.

"Little baby, can this thing make money?" the old man asked in disbelief.

"You can make money, you can make a lot of money." Jiang Ming briefly compared it. It is no problem to build a beautiful villa in the countryside with a more powerful supernatural live broadcast.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" The old man exclaimed repeatedly, "I have lived for 70 years and have never seen such a way to make money from death."

After pausing, the old man frowned and looked at Jiang Ming's entire body every part, and said with a very bad face:

"Little baby, it's a bit unequivocal for you to make money like this!"

"Uh...why?"

"Look at other people's TV, those carrying coffins, rituals or other things, who don't have two or three talismans on them. You are a little born calf who is not afraid of tigers! Little baby, I advise you not to do this in the morning and evening, otherwise something will happen sooner or later."

"…………” Jiang Ming was frightened, his expression became paler, and his palms kept sweating out, and he coughed a few times: "Master, stop talking, the weirdness at night is scary."

"Uncle, I'm not scaring you, I'm just advising you that some money can be made, and some money cannot be made. Even if you make money, you have to take it out and do good things. Otherwise, you will be careful of being plagued by ghosts and will be out of salvation by then. Let me tell you." The old man whispered to him very seriously.

"Cough cough cough..." Jiang Ming felt that chatting with the old man was a wrong decision, and it put the little heart under the pressure it shouldn't have to bear.

"You should take it yourself. I hope you don't take my words like me like a blow." After saying that, the old man turned around and did it and stopped chatting with him.

However, during the turn, the old man looked behind Jiang Ming intentionally or unintentionally, and it was also possible that he was looking at the middle-aged man.

"Can I quit? I can't, I still have to make money to cure my father." Jiang Ming asked himself with a bitter face.

"Forget it, there is no turning back when you open the bow. Who dares to kill him with a kitchen knife!"

Jiang Ming glanced at the strange woman opposite him, and found that her eyes always fell on him intentionally or unintentionally.

He guessed that if he hadn't seen someone tall and big, and still had a face that was greedy for his body, he would have to attack him and kill him.

"Is she going to attack me? Where would she choose to attack me? There are so many people in the car, so she probably won't attack me in the car, right? But it's hard to say!"

Jiang Ming's back chills, cold sweat begins to seep out of his forehead, and his right hand is quietly stuffed into his backpack, holding the only sense of security.
Chapter completed!