As night fell, the live broadcast started as usual, and a large number of friends poured into the live broadcast room.
Tang Sanmu said hello, brushing away all the worries and speculations of today.
He smiled and said: "Today we still follow the old rules, friends, reward first, then receive wheat, there are three places."
Several people asked out of curiosity: "Why does Master Tang's background look different today?"
"It's really, really spooky. It's like doing nothing."
"Master Tang is not going to do any rituals in the live broadcast room, is he?"
Looking behind Tang Sanmu, the flames of two lotus lanterns on the shelf danced.
There are two sticks supported behind him, with white silk threads fluttering on them.
Above the wall, directly behind him, there was a bronze bell hanging, which made a gentle sound when the wind blew.
Miki smiled: "It's not a religious ceremony, it's just a personal hobby. My friends are enthusiastic about it."
Most of them gather in the live broadcast room every day just to watch the fun, but when it comes to Lianmai, everyone is timid.
The live broadcast room once again fell into a very subtle atmosphere.
The current situation is very confusing. Old fans don’t dare and new fans don’t believe it.
One by one, they were excusing each other and teasing each other.
When he was making fun of him, he received a reward of 500 yuan.
Someone asked me to connect the wheat, and the id person is on a journey.
People in the live broadcast room:
"We invite our unsung heroes to come on stage to receive the award while traveling!"
"A true brave man dares to face his future and dares to reveal his past in front of everyone."
"Come on, friend, we are optimistic about you."
This person was a new fan during his trip, and accidentally came across Tang Sanmu’s live broadcast room. Seeing how amazing people said it was, he wanted to give it a try.
After the call was connected, the face of an unshaven man appeared.
It's just that the light around this person is very weird. It seems to be too dim. Only his head can be seen, but his body cannot be seen.
When his palms were swinging, they could be seen to be rough and dark red like blood scabs.
He looks to be in his early thirties, but somewhat unkempt and listless.
After taking a look at Tang Sanmu, he felt a little strange and smiled: "Are you really that amazing?
If you are so bullish, show me my face and see when I can get rich.
I was so exhausted that day that I couldn’t even earn two cents.”
Tang Sanmu narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at this person's face, and then asked: "Friend Qi, are you driving?"
The man nodded casually: "Yes, delivery people work day and night.
God is really unfair. Those who do nothing live better than me.
I worked hard, but my life was a mess.
If you can tell when I will get rich, then we will have a good time."
Golden Requiem: Let me go, brother, you still dare to watch the live broadcast after burning the midnight oil, don’t risk your life!
Nether Maniac: Master Tang, please stop Lian Mai quickly, don’t let him deceive others.
Single for ten years: Master Tang is busy making 500 yuan in fortune-telling money, how can he care about the life and death of others?
Tang Sanmu nodded calmly: "The single dog friend is right, five hundred yuan still needs to be earned."
As soon as this statement came out, many new fans in the live broadcast room accused Tang Sanmu of having no bottom line for money and made sarcastic remarks.
Ren Zai was watching the sarcasm in the live broadcast room, but he helped Tang Sanmu very kindly: "Oh, it doesn't matter, everyone in this world is running for money.
It’s all about making money, don’t be rude, in fact everyone is the same.
Besides, I often drive late at night alone, and there is no one on this road.
It’s normal to watch the live broadcast and make phone calls.”
Tang Sanmu stopped joking, but stared at the man's face intently, and said calmly: "I can't give you wealth, I can only give you some merit."