44. The scolding is not enough, I decided to scold again
Human city residents who are fed up with such boring gossip as celebrities cheating, football stars hitting others, singers lip-synching, politicians farting, etc., are facing a mudslide today.
At 14:30, the city’s afternoon news started on time.
[Hello everyone, this is the afternoon news. The news that will be broadcast later is - as of August, the number of ghost ghosts dropped by 13.3% compared with the same period; singer Raphael announced his marriage to his car in two hours; hell
Death appears on the streets of the world; the mayor farts again when meeting with the oil tycoon.]
[Play the first news first——]
At the same time, the afternoon news was broadcasting from countless TVs turned on in the city.
A warm home, a noisy pub, a shop window on the roadside, an empty living room...
Ten minutes later, the third news segment began to play.
A scene of a female reporter interviewing Mu Su appeared on the screen.
The family joking among themselves looked at the TV. The messy tavern became quieter. Several passers-by stopped in front of the display window. The toilet door was pushed open, and a face poked out to look at the TV in the living room.
A six or seven-year-old boy was sitting in front of the TV building blocks. When he saw the image of the God of Death on the screen, he couldn't help but turn his head and shout.
"Dad! Halloween is coming soon!"
"There are still two months..." My father put the freshly baked biscuits on the table, and then his eyes were attracted by the interview on TV.
"Mr. Death, where are you from?" The female reporter put the microphone in front of her hood for an interview.
Because of the hustle and bustle of the venue, she had to speak very loudly.
"I'm from hell."
The sound of silence and coldness is like the water of the underworld, which can freeze one's soul.
The female reporter’s arm skin was covered with goosebumps, and the camera screen was slightly shaken.
The female reporter was very professional and said with a forced smile: "Does that mean you are not a ghost from Ghost City?"
"I said...I'm from hell."
A cold voice came from under the black robe.
The female reporter felt a little embarrassed and asked the next question: "Why are you visiting the human world this time? I see you taking photos with many citizens and charging fees. Does this mean that you intend to settle in human society?"
"
After learning Mu Su's identity, her tone became somewhat polite.
After all, Mu Su is a "god of death".
none of your business.
This sentence rolled in his throat but he didn't spit it out. After all, Mu Su wanted to maintain the majesty of death, so he replied with a similar meaning.
"It has nothing to do with you."
Musu floated into the sky, and disappeared into the wall of the building amid the screams of surprise.
The interview ended and the next news started playing on the TV.
[The mayor farted again when he met with the oil tycoon at noon. This was his fifty-seventh public appearance this year——]
After the news, Mu Su's popularity suddenly changed from a small group of eyewitnesses to the majority of the audience watching the afternoon news. Discussions about Mu Su became heated.
At the same time, Mu Su, the instigator, was drifting high in the sky, thinking whether to capture a human for interrogation or to look for related movies and books.
Human society's attitude towards the Ghost City is always very subtle... From top to bottom, from old to young, when they see the ghosts, they all look curious and disgusted, without fear. It seems that they are not afraid that the ghosts will hurt them.
Generally, the deterrent effect is not as good as that of an armed gangster.
In other words, they fear a strong man who might beat him up more than a zombie who might eat him.
As time goes by, the sun sets and night falls. Human cities light up with neon lights, and the urban areas are filled with vehicles and pedestrians.
In a movie theater, the screening room was over and movie-goers were walking out of the door.
Among them was a strange figure covered in black robes.
After watching the movie, Mu Su drifted to the dark alley next to the cinema, intending to get the hidden sickle.
Just as he retrieved the sickle, he suddenly saw three yellow-haired young men pushing a girl into the alley.
Mu Su subconsciously wanted to call the police, but then thought about what he was afraid of because he was the God of Death, so he observed openly and secretly.
After eavesdropping for a while, three gangsters wanted to steal money and sex, but the girl only agreed to pay. When the gangsters pushed and pushed her to take action, Mu Su decisively appeared.
"Where did you come from? Get out of here!" A gangster picked up a bottle next to the trash can and threw it at Mu Su.
Snap——
The head was not very accurate and shattered at Mu Su's feet.
Mu Su narrowed his black eyes, raised his palms, snapped his fingers lightly as his knuckles rubbed together, and shouted back.
Snap——
The three gangsters' yellow hair suddenly exploded.
"Next time it's your head."
Mu Su's tone was cold.
The three men held their heads and fled from the alley screaming.
The energy tank fluctuated at this moment, and the fluorescent bar increased a lot.
The three robbers brought a full 45% of the energy to Musu.
"Hmm...?" Mu Su suddenly thought thoughtfully.
"Thank you!" The girl thanked her sincerely and left anxiously.
Mu Su followed and left from the sky. He had no idea that this scene was recorded by the theater monitor and sold to the TV station at a high price.
While wandering aimlessly, Musu accidentally rescued a housewife who committed suicide after jumping from a high place.
This scene was captured on mobile phones by countless people below.
…
In the center of the TV station, the editor is preparing the content for the evening news.
The video of Mu Su, the god of death, fighting off the gangsters is the highlight.
The content was almost completed, the office door was pushed open, and there was no knock on the door.
"Wait, there's another one here."
His colleague threw over a mobile phone.
The editor caught it and found that the screen was a paused video, so he clicked on it to continue.
The picture was a little blurry, but you could clearly see a figure sitting in the window of a high-rise building. The moment she jumped down, a black figure suddenly rushed into the camera. He accelerated and hugged the figure and sent her back to the window, where firefighters took her over.
"Wow, the superhero Death?" the editor exclaimed.
My colleague held on to the back of his chair and said, "It sounds pretty good, and the ratings will definitely go up."
"We already have the highest ratings."
"Then make it higher."
…
At nine o'clock that night, the evening news was broadcast on time, including two videos of Mu Su rescuing people.
The TV station’s title for this scene is: [Our new protector: Superhero Death!]
After the news was broadcast, the response was overwhelming.
Later, various evening news programs were temporarily canceled and changed to be related to the superhero Death.
In a talk show, the invited guest was shouting passionately: "We don't need superheroes! Superheroes are completely uncontrollable! He has unparalleled power. This power can save us or destroy us! It is the God of Death, it is
The existence that dominates our lives. He should harvest the undead and maintain the order of the world of the dead, not be a superhero!"
The scene promptly switches to a crowd of protesters outside the mayor's office. They shout something to the camera and hold up plaques.
【We don’t need death】
[The God of Death should go to hell]
[Go away! You skeleton monster]
There were only a few dozen people protesting, and more citizens remained silent. After all, it is the god of death and can control human life and death.
In any case, Musu became famous overnight. (https:)
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