Chapter two hundred and twentieth, the tomb
"I'm so angry that I'm almost angry with this stinky Taoist priest. Anyway, there's nothing wrong. I'm just pretending to be a fool, just to cheat me of my money. There's nothing to be afraid of..."
Leng Wang looked at his slow-handed app with anger, and the sharp decrease in attention made him panic.
Firstly, it was because it was diverted by many anchors who also got a share of the pie. Secondly, there was no more creative support, and gradually the aesthetic fatigue and the number of fans gradually decreased.
At this time, Leng Wang's expression was gloomy and he finally gritted his teeth and said.
"It seems that only one move is used..."
As he said that, King Leng contacted Tian Yuanfang and told him his bold ideas.
There, Tian Yuanfang came over.
"Brother, we are not a small platform anymore. If you don't need to use it, he won't reply.
Now, the young girl who had a new job next to Tian Yuanfang asked curiously.
"Brother Tian, why are you so anxious? What are you talking about with Leng Wang..."
"I'm afraid he will do stupid things!" Tian Yuanfang looked irritated: "It was because he was afraid that this guy would mess around and asked me to negotiate with the Taoist temple... In fact, we also know that his popularity has nothing to do with the Taoist temple. It's obvious that he doesn't have a good idea to broadcast live."
"No matter what he says, he is also an anchor. Isn't it better to block him? The platform is the boss." The little girl disagreed.
"He has been here since we were a pheasant platform. He worked hard and made great contributions. He said that he could start all his business, so the contract signed was different from other anchors. If he stopped broadcasting him without authorization, we would have to pay 100 million."
One hundred million...
The new accountant girl shivered: "I've been disturbed, I've been disturbed."
"There is no way. We didn't expect to achieve this scale before. To be honest, we really relied on his content before to survive." Tian Yuanfang gritted his teeth: "I hope he won't mess around... If we really just do what we used to do, we... can still protect him, that is, his behavior now is to consume his popularity and seek death."
"What I'm curious about is what he did before..."
Tian Yuanfang didn't have much, just threw her a row of video links.
Click to see, and what caught my eye was a row of eye-catching things.
National tour, Qingming Tomb Disco
The night is desolate, but the grave that carries longing, and there is a trace of burning incense next to it.
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are about to break their souls. On this day, people return to their hometown to see their deceased relatives.
At this time, King Leng led a group of people to dance at their graves, without any intention of respecting the dead.
The little sister whispered.
"This...is really a dancer on the grave!"
......
"I became popular because of this. Today, my popularity has dropped. Wouldn't it become popular again if I jumped again? I really admire my intelligence." Leng Wang smiled, his expression was so beautiful.
Put the portable equipment for the dancer on your car.
"Just just dances on the grave, you need to use... and use more eye-catching methods. How can you attract more eye-catching?"
Leng Wang murmured, thinking hard, and finally his eyes lit up, and a bold idea was generated.
The car turned around and walked in the other direction.
Martyrs Cemetery.
At this point, there is no one in the Martyrs Cemetery.
King Leng planned to climb over the wall and jumped to the bottom of the grave...
"If you are revealed, you run away. It's no big deal anyway... The cemetery dance is so exciting, I won't believe it. This time I can't save my popularity."
After sneaking into the cemetery, Leng King put his speaker on the ground.
I want to open the live broadcast platform and start dancing.
No network connection detected
"No Internet? Are you messing with me..."
Leng Wang looked stunned.
This is too fake.
Just when King Leng was at a loss, a gust of wind blew by.
Why is my back so cold?
"Child, you're bothering..."
The sound of crutches dinging.
"You...who are you..."
After Leng Wang looked at the person coming, he immediately had goose bumps all over the floor.
Under the black coat, he looked like a mummy, his hunched body, his luminous light, and his green eyes.
"I am the one who comes to help you... There are hundreds of evil spirits lying on your back. Moreover, your behavior here insults the heroic spirits, and all the merits accumulated in the family are exhausted. Without the protection of your ancestors, you will soon die of a bad life..."
Leng Wang was about to say something, but he felt that his breathing had become heavier.
He stiffened his neck and twisted away.
A dense ghost was lying on his back.
No wonder the body is so heavy.
It turns out that I have been plagued by a hundred ghosts...
King Leng instantly collapsed and knelt on the ground.
"Save me, save me, as long as I can save me, I am willing to do anything..."
The old man in black said in a hoarse voice.
"Did you see that these are the sins you have committed? So, come on, kid, I can help you and help you get rid of it, but you have to pay the price..."
The Leng Wang immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice.
"I...I pay...it's fine as much as you can help me."
"I don't want money, I just need you...drink this bottle."
The old man in black took out a small bottle.
The bottle is boiling green liquid.
"Drink him..."
King Leng seemed to be confused. Just as he was about to drink the bottle of green liquid, a black shadow slapped the green liquid with a slap.
The green liquid fell on the ground, cracking and sizzling that corroded the floor.
"Who ruins my good things!"
"Sure enough, you can find you with this guy..."
In the darkness, a big cat, Li Yu, wearing a white Taoist robe, looked at the old man in front of him.
"finally found you..."
"It's you..." After looking at Li Yu, the old man in black looked ferocious: "It's you..."
"Ding, the hatred of the elderly corpse driver reaches 12o, and his hatred towards you has already exploded. This hatred will only appear on the evildoers who kill the whole family..."
Li Yu looked confused.
The hatred has risen too quickly, it’s just a meeting.
"The breath on your body is that you went to Huangqi Central Hospital and took Fazheng away?"
Chapter completed!