Chapter 8 How did the ghost press become a human press ghost?
Wang Qi slept all day and woke up in the evening.
My stomach was already growling with hunger.
He hurriedly washed up and went outside to find a place to eat.
There is a kitchen here, but Wang Qi has no talent for cooking and is used to eating outside.
When I left, the small building was quiet, and the landlady and his son didn't seem to be at home.
While eating at a nearby restaurant, Wang Qi took out his mobile phone and opened the live broadcast app.
The notifications for private message messages kept ringing, and my phone almost froze.
"Many people must have watched my live broadcast and contacted me to live broadcast science in some supernatural place." Wang Qi smiled and clicked on the first message.
"Anchor, are you still alive?"
Seeing this message, Wang Qi: "..."
Damn it, are you worried that after he finished the live broadcast of supernatural science popularization, the supernatural will take notice of him and go home to kill him?
Delete and read the next item.
"The rosary consecrated by the Buddha, the cross blessed by God, and the amulets made by Tianzun, our store has everything. It is most suitable for those who like to commit suicide. It is currently on sale, only selling for 998, anchors must not miss it!"
Are you here to sell me?
Delete and continue to the next one.
"Anchor, I see that your hall is dark, and I am afraid that you have caused evil spirits. I have a family tradition of exorcism. Seeing how pitiful you are, I will make a decision that goes against my ancestors and help you exorcise evil spirits. The price is not high!"
Are you here to make fun of me?
Wang Qi's face is really dark. Isn't there a normal look on his face?
He read them one by one.
During this period, I saw someone send a private message that he had recorded the video of last night's live broadcast and uploaded it to a certain video site, asking him to quickly watch it. He also said: "There are really ghosts in this world. Don't continue to commit suicide during the live broadcast!"
But in the end, Wang Qi turned to the video and browsed it. Apart from being very handsome, there is nothing strange about it?
Where is the ghost?
There are also similar messages under the video.
"What about ghosts? I watched the video from beginning to end, and there was no sign of ghosts at all."
"I must pay attention to which platform this atheist Xiaoqi is on. There are not many conscientious anchors like this who are responsible and tell the truth."
"I was in the live broadcast room last night, and I did see a ghost at that time... Could it be that I saw it wrong?"
"Anchor Niu Pi, I will definitely follow your live broadcasts from now on!"
Wang Qi watched the video and left a message, and was so happy to eat.
Spreading the scientific values of atheism to everyone is the meaning of his live broadcast.
Of course, so are rewards.
Naturally, Wang Qi didn't know that the videos on the Internet had been processed by the Spiritual Management Bureau and the ghost images in them had been removed.
Even people with psychic vision can no longer see ghosts.
Wang Qi continued to browse private messages.
"Recently, many girls have nightmares and become sick and haggard after passing by Jiaotou Street at night. There are rumors that there are supernatural beings there who will follow the girls home..."
Dozens of comments mentioned Jiaotou Street.
——Linlin and the others not only sent private messages to Wang Qi themselves, but also created many vests and sent them together to try to get Wang Qi interested.
"Next time we broadcast live, let's go to Jiaotou Street." Wang Qi made a decision.
However, there is no rush for the live broadcast. He has to investigate the incident on Jiaotou Street in detail first and find out the whole story. He can then broadcast live tomorrow night.
After dinner, when Wang Qi returned to the small building, it was completely dark.
Normally he would have to go out to work at this time, but now he doesn't have to be so busy.
"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"
Continuing to scroll through the private messages in the live broadcast room, Wang Qi heard a sound coming down the stairs as soon as he entered the small building.
There were no lights on and the room was very dark.
Wang Qi vaguely saw a small figure playing with a rubber ball in the open space at the entrance of the stairs.
It's a little boy.
Suddenly, the little boy lost his ball and rolled down the stairs.
It happened to stop at the feet of Wang Qi.
The little boy's crisp voice rang out.
"Uncle, can you pick up the ball for me?"
Wang Qi was stunned for a moment, then bent down to pick up the ball, stepped up the stairs and came to the little boy.
This should be the landlady's son. Wang Qi had only heard the landlady mention that he had a five-year-old son, but this was the first time he saw it.
I saw that he had a watermelon head. It seemed that he rarely went outside, and his skin felt pale.
A pair of big eyes with dark pupils, making the whole pair of eyes look black, looking up faintly...
Hey, the little guy looks so cute!
Wang Qi smiled at him.
The little boy also grinned and stretched out his little hand to catch the ball.
Then, bang, Wang Qi turned around and threw the ball away.
"What kind of ball are you playing at home? What should I do if I break something? I used to be woken up when I was catching up on sleep during the day. Is it because of you?" Wang Qi said seriously.
He was indeed woken up by this "bang bang bang" sound. He didn't know what was going on at first, but now he understands.
It turns out that you are a naughty kid playing with a ball at home!
The little boy looked aggrieved.
Wang Qi would not be polite to a naughty child. He said fiercely: "I won't be polite to you when you play ball at home again. Do you understand?"
Seeing the little boy crying, Wang Qi felt very happy, but he was not a devil, so he knelt down and comforted him: "If you want to play ball in the future, uncle will accompany you to play outside, okay?"
He lovingly rubbed the little boy's watermelon head into a mess.
The little boy's pursed mouth suddenly opened, he grabbed Wang Qi's hand fiercely, and bit it!
Damn it, the naughty kid bit someone!
There was only a crunching sound, but Wang Qi felt nothing in his wrist, but the little boy let go of his mouth and spat out a few mouthfuls of broken teeth...
Damn it, the naughty kid knocked out his own tooth!
Looking at the broken teeth in confusion, the little boy's little body twitched, and suddenly he opened his toothless mouth and burst into tears.
Crying is called sadness.
Wang Qi was at a loss when the landlady rushed over. Seeing this scene, she was a little stunned and rushed over to check the little boy's injury.
"Xiaosen, are you okay?"
The little boy’s name turned out to be Komori.
It can be seen that the landlady loves her son very much.
"Well, landlady, I didn't mean it. It might be the time when the child's teeth are changing..." Wang Qi explained quickly.
The landlady held Xiao Sen in her arms and looked at Wang Qi fearfully.
Komori's teeth can easily break even wood...
What kind of fairy is this!?
"Is it okay for Xiao Sen?" Wang Qi approached with concern and reached out to wipe Xiao Sen's head.
"No, it's okay, it doesn't matter." The landlady hugged Komori tightly and shrank to the side.
"Okay..." Wang Qi retracted his hand, feeling a little embarrassed, "Then I'll go back to the room."
He felt helpless.
This will probably disgust the landlady.
——More than just disgust!
The landlady on the stairs was holding Xiaomori and looking at Wang Qi's back. She seemed to have made up her mind, and her eyes suddenly became extremely cold.
Faintly emitting red light.
When Wang Qi returned to the room, he sighed, took out his cell phone and began to investigate Jiaotou Street.
After sleeping all day, I feel very energetic now.
By the time the supernatural incident on Diagonotou Street became known, it was already two o'clock in the morning.
He finally felt a little sleepy, turned off the lights and lay on the bed, watched the young lady's short videos for a while, and slowly fell asleep.
This was the first time he slept here at night since he moved into this small building.
The snoring started gradually and the night got darker.
The cold moonlight shone through the window.
Suddenly, in the dim room, a faint shadow passed through the wall and appeared beside the bed.
It's the landlady.
She floated in the air and approached Wang Qi, who was sleeping soundly.
Pale skin, dancing brown curly hair, and eyes glowing with blood.
The ghost in the darkness revealed its white teeth.
Breathing out the mist, she floated above Wang Qi, her body gently pressing on Wang Qi.
This is... a ghost bed!
When people are asleep, ghosts and ghosts will press on people and absorb the essence from their bodies.
People who are pressed into bed by ghosts are conscious, but they find that they cannot control their bodies and cannot move.
Breathing also started to become difficult.
It's like being trapped in a pool of water, the feeling of drowning, which makes people feel panic.
No matter how powerful a person's spiritual power is, after being pressed into bed by a ghost, he will lose any power to resist and will be slaughtered.
This is one of the most terrifying abilities of ghosts.
The landlady sneered, this guy is really hateful, and the tricks used to deal with ordinary people are useless against him.
But as long as she is trapped in the bed, there will be nothing you can do!
Her body was already pressed against Wang Qi's body, and she felt the strong vitality in Wang Qi's body.
Presumably, he has discovered something is wrong now, right?
It's too late!
She couldn't help but stick out her tongue and lick her bright red lips.
Then……
Wang Qi, who should have been unable to move, suddenly turned over, hugged the landlady with his arms, lifted one leg and put it on the landlady.
He also smacked his mouth, as if he had a sweet dream.
It was such a sweet sleep.
Landlady: “????”
She found that she couldn't move at all, and she felt like she was drowning...
This...how did the ghost's pressure on the bed turn into a man's pressure on the ghost?