Everything is silent, and the originally prosperous big city fell into silence at midnight.

Lao Li is a late-night taxi driver. Now he parks his car next to a KTV street, waiting for those who sing and drinking to finish, but if he is not lucky, he may need to wash the car again.

The neon signs kept flashing, and several colleagues on the curb squatted together smoking and chatting to sport the gantry formation, and the smoke was shrouded in smoke.

Lao Li usually likes to listen to supernatural and suspense radio. Today, as before, he turns on the on-board radio station on time, switch to the frequency band of literary and artistic radio to listen to the latest episode of the program.

"This show is becoming more and more boring, and it's all about pretending to be a ghost and scaring people. No wonder everyone doesn't listen to this channel."

At 1:30, a familiar low voice came from the radio.

"Hello, listeners, this is "Late Night Ghost Story" which is being broadcast live for you. I am your old friend Wang Hui. Today I won't tell those ghost stories that I have said badly and everyone is tired of listening to. Today I will bring you a long-awaited work "Ghost Blows Out the Light"!"

Old Li sat in the passenger seat, and he put a cigarette in his right hand on the car window. After hearing the sound, he couldn't help but curse: "Why are the ghost blowing lights again? Although this tomb robbery story is nice, it has no beginning or end. I have told it several times, it's really an oops."

He was about to reach out to change the radio when he heard the sound inside.

"Perhaps you may think that Ghost Blows the Light has also been talked about several times. This time I want to talk about the new adventures of Hu Bayi and the other lieutenants. Are you ready? Next, let's enter the world of Ghost Blows the Light in Southern Yunnan Insect Valley!"

Ordinary people generally don’t pay attention to any online trends or micro-only trends. They are hot searches. Even though Zhang Chu had already warmed up three days ago, Lao Li didn’t know until now that he had heard about "Ghost Blowing the Light" that had been listening to for a long time and finally released the subsequent content. He almost memorized these plots.

Every day, Old Li, who is nearly fifty years old, chats with his friends and family on WeChat, or watches the headlines, shares some volcanic videos, plays fun Landlords, and Weibo.com, which online novels are too far away from him to contact.

Until now, Lao Li didn't know who wrote the Ghost Blowing Light. Anyway, he was just listening to books, so this story is enough to be nice.

"Huh? It's actually a sequel to Ghost Blowing the Light!"

He took his hand back, took a sip of cigarette and waited for the story to come, but now he didn't have to change the channel.

The story told by Lao Li was a little fascinated. After a brief preview in the early stage, Hu Bayi and his group took a bamboo raft to enter the cave, and the atmosphere set off to the extreme.

Wang Hui, known as the Ghost King, is worthy of being the one who is known as the Ghost King. His voice makes the audience feel like they are there, for fear that these stone figurines will suddenly be resurrected, which is absolutely weird.

This story is different from the ghost stories I usually hear, it makes people feel numb!

With Wang Hui's ending sound on the radio, Lao Li's finger suddenly felt like he was burned. [ ] The cigarette butt had already reached the end without realizing it, and he quickly threw the thing away.

After hearing the ghost stories for countless periods, Lao Li looked at the dark sky in the distance and felt numb.

It was not until the radio said that tomorrow continued that he let out a fierce sigh, and then said angrily: "It's really abominable. It's just that wonderful listening, but it's over. You must call the radio station to increase the duration of the program. It's so short and unreasonable!"

There are many people who think the same as Lao Li tonight. Most of them are night workers, or insomnia who can't sleep in the middle of the night.

"That's right, I haven't heard it yet!"

Old Li trembled all over and was shocked by the sudden words.

He took a big breath. There was not a single person behind him just now. This person was scary to death. When he turned his head and saw that there were several colleagues standing behind the passenger seat. They held their hands on the body of the car, bent down and listened to the radio inside.

"If I have a heart disease, you will have to take me to the hospital now!" Old Li calmed down, "Can't you make a sound?"

Another man took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed a piece to Lao Li and said, "Brother, you are so fascinated by it. Which channel is this? I seem to have heard of this story, but I can't remember it."

"Do you know "Ghost Blows Out the Light"?"

Lao Li used his hands to protect the flame of the lighter, lit the cigarette and gave the answer.

"So it's this! No wonder, I think the protagonist in it sounds very familiar! But I haven't finished listening to this content, what's going on?" The driver suddenly realized and patted his thigh. How could he have never heard of the name of "Ghost Blowing the Light"!

"This movie tells the story of them going to the southern Yunnan Imperial Valley to find a tomb called King Xian. However, the program is really short. You can go online to find out if there is any previous content. This program is called the late night ghost story."

"Thank you, brother. Just find something to pass the time."

A group of veteran drivers gathered together and talked about ghost blowing the lights. They were almost not very young, and they could more or less understand the situation in the 1980s in the story.

"By the way, I used to drive a long-distance bus before I drove a taxi. The place in southern Yunnan is indeed a bit weird. The road is very difficult to drive, and there are all kinds of strange customs. Let me tell you..."

"I have been to southern Yunnan, and I can buy a lot of wild game there. A friend bought monkeys there once. I don't know if I can buy them now."

"Is it really that mysterious?"

"That's not. Once we were all poisoned by wild mushrooms. All eight big men went to the hospital. The streets were full of fried scorpions, silkworm pupae or other small insects."

"This ghost blowing light sounds really exciting. When I look back, I have to let my son drop it on my phone and listen slowly. He should be a person about the same age as us, otherwise how could he be so clear about that era."

On this ordinary night, the ghost blowing light appeared in front of people again.

On the radio station, Wang Hui put his headphones on the broadcasting station. After turning off the radio microphone, he walked out of the live broadcast room with a cup of warm water.

At midnight, there are usually only a few people on duty on the radio station, but the phone rings are heard one after another, but it seems very lively.

"Brother Wang! Our column is exploded again!" Tu Yong, a new employee who had just joined the company, said excitedly.

After saying that, he didn't even have time to see Wang Hui's expression and immediately turned around and answered the phone: "Hello, this is the China Radio International Voice Literature Channel. Is there anything I can help you?"

A heavy and dissatisfied voice came from the other end of the phone: "What's going on with your show? It takes at least an hour for someone to tell ghost stories. What's the matter with your ten points? I want to complain to you that I must tell this story one more paragraph."

"Sorry, because the novel "Ghost Blows Out the Light" is being serialized. Since the author has not yet been updated, we do not know the subsequent plot. We all started broadcasting after we got the manuscript that day, and we broadcast as much as we have."

"What, this story hasn't been written yet? Let him write it quickly and don't be too slow."

"Okay, we will pass your comments to the author."

Tu Yong just hung up the phone here, and another landline rang again.

"Hey? Can you replay the show that talks about ghost blowing lights? I only heard a little bit of the ending, and I really want to know what was happening before."

"What's the name of this story? I can't sleep if I don't listen to the following content!"

"I strongly ask the late night ghost story to finish the ghost blowing light story. I have recommended it to my friends, and they all said it is very interesting."

The phone calls made the staff on duty too busy, and even Wang Hui joined the army that answered the phone.

After thinking about it, the leader on duty immediately waved his hand and arranged the content to replay it! Not only in the evening, but also in the morning!
Chapter completed!