Revival of Demons: Staying at Home Makes You Stronger

Chapter 76 Balloons float in the sky

"It's in dire straits abroad again."

Beishi, a mid-range community.

Yang Ming, who lives in Room 2334, looked at the news report with an unhappy expression.

His name is Yang Ming, and he is 30 years old this year. He had a successful career and owned three bars.

Since the curfew time has been lowered, the bar business has been getting worse and worse.

As a result, his capital chain was broken and he was in a difficult situation.

It made him feel resentment.

Foreign countries are not treated so seriously, and the nightlife is still wonderful.

What if there are ghosts in the world?

What about hurting people?

Car accidents happen every day, why aren't cars banned from the road?

Yang Ming's mentality is getting worse and worse, and his remarks are getting more and more excessive.

He glanced at the time, it was half past eight in the evening.

The city outside the window is quiet and not as prosperous as it used to be.

"I don't believe it."

Yang Ming gritted his teeth and went out with his mobile phone.

Walking on the empty street, click on the live broadcast platform.

"The curfew is completely meaningless. Accidents happen every day. The data shows that the probability of hitting a ghost is smaller than a car accident."

he said to the screen.

As a passerby live broadcast, it was originally not very popular.

However, because of the bold behavior and topic, it attracted many people.

The popularity of the live broadcast room has skyrocketed.

"Perhaps, I can change careers to be an anchor?"

Yang Ming's heart moved, now more and more people are staying at home.

The popularity of various online platforms has soared.

Looking at the barrage in the live broadcast room, Yang Ming began to think about what to say.

First, he changed the title of the live broadcast room to: Looking for ghosts at night!

After getting it done, the number of barrages really increased.

Yang Ming began to communicate with his own words, revealing his dissatisfaction with the curfew.

"The anchor is very bold, but why are you holding a balloon at night?"

A barrage came into view, interrupting Yang Ming's thoughts.

balloon?

what balloon?

More barrages passed by, Yang Ming didn't bother to think about it.

However, he reflected light on the screen of his mobile phone and found that there was really a floating object above his head, round, like a balloon.

Looking up, the balloon is at a height of forty or fifty meters.

If you can see clearly during the day, it is a bit difficult at night.

Yang Ming squinted his eyes, and managed to see clearly.

However, he immediately regretted it.

The balloon was a human head, very realistic, with the expression on the face of a dead man.

If it was before the resurgence of terror, Yang Ming would be wondering which wicked manufacturer invented this terror balloon.

Now... Yang Ming's teeth are chattering and his whole body is shaking.

The most terrifying thing is that the dead eyes of the balloon are moving!

Frightened, Yang Ming ran like crazy.

After a few streets, he looked up cautiously.

The balloons are still there.

The light here is a little better, allowing him to see a thread tied under the head.

Yes, it turned out to be a balloon, where is the line?

He kept searching along the line, and finally lowered his head, his expression extremely frightened.

The thin thread of the balloon was tied around his neck at some point.

The next second, Yang Ming felt his body light and light.

The line of sight is constantly rising, and it will soon be able to look down on a street.

He looked at a familiar figure standing on the street, without a head, holding his mobile phone in his hand, wearing his clothes...

...

Head Balloons!

The four words quickly appeared on the hot search.

The horrific experience was broadcast live.

Jiang Chen, who was far away in Gui City, received the news and opened it to take a look.

"It's an evil spirit."

Jiang Chen exclaimed.

The so-called evil spirits are special existences that the Spirit Attack Team re-introduced after obtaining his documents, apart from demons and monsters.

A soul body with the law of killing!

If you can't find a rule, it's hard to eliminate it.

If Jiang Chen was there last night, it would be impossible for his head to move, and he could even burst the balloon ghost.

However, it does not mean that the balloon ghost will be eliminated.

"Star City is not far from Dejing City."

Equivalent to a city close to the heart of the country.

He decided to watch it and see if it was necessary or not.

To say the reason, is to be moved by the people of the spirit attack team.

During his battle with the Ghost King, the Spirit Attack Team regarded death as if they were at home, and showed the courage to die together with the Hungry Ghost Legion.

At this time, someone came to visit.

"Ouch."

No need to open the door, Jiang Chen knew who was coming.

He was surprised by the other's courage.

Opening the door, a bald head stood outside.

Fomen people.

However, it is different from the fine-skinned and tender-fleshed monks who only know how to chant scriptures every day.

This monk is more like working in the field all year round.

Dark-skinned, scrawny, with bizarre features, his sunken eye sockets shone brightly.

On both sides of his cheeks are the same gray beards as Zhang Fei.

"Excuse me, I'm here to talk about Jinshan Temple."

said the monk.

"Let's talk."

Not surprisingly, Jiang Chen killed four King Kong and Jialan himself.

Forman can't just pretend that nothing happened.

In his view, Fomen has two options.

One way, one apology.

It now appears to be the latter option.

"I come from Xuankong Temple, the ascetic monks on the other side of Tianshan Mountain, and the Xiangxi generation in charge of Jinshan Temple. They lost themselves in the process of dealing with demons."

The ascetic said, "Now, the Jinshan Temple no longer exists."

This kind of simplicity made Jiang Chen a little surprised.

"If you want, let's turn the page on the grievances and grievances with Buddhism," said the ascetic.

Jiang Chen pondered for a while, then said blankly, "What if I don't want to?"*