An Rugu held a paper cell phone and a spirit-calling banner as she walked through the city's night scene, passing by countless pedestrians, but no one noticed her.
A gust of cold wind blew by, a migrant worker returning home late sneezed, a sanitation worker sweeping the floor hugged his arms, couples shopping got closer and closer, and parents pulled their children towards them.
The black-robed ghost messengers and the crowd of workers who are still working are going against the flow, carrying the "fruits" of the harvest, and floating towards the direction of the land temple.
Every city has a City God Temple, and the City God is equivalent to the mayor. Below the City God Temple is the Land God Temple, and almost every village has a Land God Temple, and the Land God is equivalent to the village chief.
In some places, people built land temples, and in some places no one did. However, the local residents still needed to manage them, so the land temples still existed, but they were invisible to ordinary people.
An Rugu followed the location written in the Yincha Code and walked to a suburban park 2 kilometers away from Qianyun Amusement Park.
As we walked into the park, an exquisite small building came into view. A few pedestrians ignored the land temple and walked past it as if no one was around.
This is an invisible land temple.
Although the land god does not hold a high position, he is a well-known righteous god and basically no one dares to offend him.
On both sides of the gate are posted a couplet that reads "Reconciling the farming affairs of the world, managing the land and soil of the world", with a horizontal scroll that reads "People and the intermediary". *
An Rugu took out a charm sign with three people's names on it and slowly floated in.
A kind and gentle voice reached my ears: "Xiaobai, it's you again, how many souls have you seduced today?"
The man named Xiaobai sighed, obviously not in a good mood: "There are two tasks today, and I only found one. I ran all over South City but couldn't find the other one. I am so tired."
He flipped through the pages of the book. "I wonder where this unlucky guy who died in the car accident has gone. If he doesn't return to the underworld on time, he will become a wandering ghost. At best, he won't be able to reincarnate. At worst, he will be found by evil ghosts and his soul will be torn apart. It's really a headache."
The God of Land could not help but feel a little worried when he heard this. He stroked his snow-white beard and said with emotion: "Everyone has their own destiny. Let her be."
"I read the book on ghost-catching. This unlucky ghost didn't do anything bad. He's not an evil ghost. It's a pity that he will be reborn as a human in the future."
As the two were talking, a cold wind blew towards them, making their robes rustle.
They suddenly turned their heads and saw a black-robed emissary floating in without even touching the ground.
She wore a long black robe, a tall hat, and a spirit-calling pennant in her hand. She was full of vigor and power in every move she made.
At first glance, they thought they saw the always cold and ferocious Lord Hei Wuchang.
After a closer look, I realized that this was a ghost messenger with a charming appearance, that is, a living ghost messenger.
It was An Rugu's first time to enter the land temple, but his eyes did not wander around, nor did he walk aimlessly. He went straight to where people were, looking very comfortable with it.
Facing the two people's surprised gazes, An Rugu placed the soul-collecting sign in his hand on the table and calmly stated his intention: "I have three souls here."
The kind-looking God of Land was stunned for a moment, then he hurriedly took out his household registration book, as if he had thought of something, and raised his head to greet him, "Hey, you're a new face, which district were you from before?"
An Rugu said casually, "Near here."
Nancheng is a metropolis with a population of tens of millions. There are innumerable land temples. There are too many land temples included in the two words "nearby".
The God of Land did not investigate further. He just followed the soul summoning sign and verified the household register: "Zhang Fan, Wei Haichen, and Jiang Shumin, these three people are indeed locals. They died unexpectedly and are approved to go to the underworld."
He then took out a red seal and stamped it on the three road passes. The four bright red words "Land Seal" were stamped on the road pass documents.
This is considered as obtaining land approval.
The ghost officer named Bai next to him was stunned.
Jiang Shumin...isn't this the name of the person he needs to seduce in his mission statement?
He immediately turned around and raised his hand to bow to An Rugu: "My colleague, where did you find Jiang Shumin's soul?"
He has very fair skin and light eyebrows, which, against the white ghost catcher's clothes, looks as white as the white cement wall.
It fits his last name very well.
But even though he looks so pale, you can still tell that he is good-looking, with droopy eyes and delicate facial features.
He was probably about twenty years old, and his ghostly appearance was not much different from when he died, so it seemed that he had died early.
An Rugu glanced at him from the corner of her eye and took the three travel permit documents: "I caught her while I was catching a ghost."
The ghost named Bai thought about his experience today, and was filled with confusion: "I almost went around everywhere today, but I couldn't find her. I don't know where she went."
An Rugu thought back to what happened just now, and after considering her words, she said, "Someone helped her to reveal her form for a short time, and the ghost energy on her body was covered, so it's normal that you can't find it."
The ghost suddenly realized what was going on and immediately admired him. He bowed to An Rugu and spoke elegantly, "Senior, you have extraordinary abilities. We admire you."
The title of the person has changed from colleague to senior.
He racked his brains, trying to come up with a few more eloquent words to flatter him, but his mind was empty and he had no idea.
An Rugu: "...You are a ghost who died five years ago. There is no need to talk to me like this. Just talk normally."
The same thing happened to Wei Haichen just now. When he saw her wearing an ancient black robe, he became dramatic and insisted on turning his words into ancient sentences.
Bai Ye blinked, feeling confused and shocked. How could this senior even know that he had been dead for five years?
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Could this be a superior with omnipotent connections?
He quickly stood up, no longer raised his hands to bow, and smiled awkwardly: "Okay, I know, my name is Bai Ye, and I just became a ghost messenger this year."
Most of the ghost messengers in the underworld are old ghosts. If a newcomer wants to integrate into the workplace, he must learn some etiquette, which makes him, a modern ghost messenger, very restrained.
When An Rugu pointed it out to him, he immediately felt a lot more comfortable, as if he had found someone of the same age.
An Rugu exchanged names with him, took the three travel permits and the soul-calling flag, and was about to turn around and leave.
At this moment, Bai Ye stretched out his hand to her, and said warmly, "I'm about to go back to the underworld, so why don't I help you take them back, and you can go do your own thing."
His action this time was to take the initiative to help her get work.
It doesn't matter to the ghost messenger. The living ghost messenger must have things to do in the world of the living. As a ghost who died not long ago, he can sympathize with her.
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately raised his hand to cover his lips, feeling that he had said something out of turn.
This ghost messenger is so powerful and has such a strict character, why would he need help from others?
Just when he was feeling frustrated, An Rugu paused while holding three travel permit documents, took out his cell phone, and the time in the upper right corner showed nine o'clock in the evening.
She was used to going to bed early and getting up early, and often went to bed at 10 o'clock. According to the rules of the Yincha, she had to send this dead soul through the gate of the land temple, to the gate of hell, and through the road to the underworld...
After all this time, she might not be able to go to bed on time today.
The salary that the King of Hell gave her was 800 billion in ghost money, which was not very attractive and even felt unlucky. It was impossible for her to work 996, and it would never be possible in this life.
Moreover, the task book of the ghost messenger only said to send the soul back to the underworld, but did not specify who should do it.
She stroked the pass document, thought for a moment, and then handed it to Bai Ye: "Thank you."
white night:"?"
"By the way, the boy wants to find his grandpa. If his grandpa is there, please look for him."
An Rugu thought for a long time and said, "As for that couple, they cannot be together in this life, but they can stay together in the underworld for a while after death."
Bai Ye nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "It is very convenient to find someone in the underworld. Many people live off their parents in the underworld. Child ghosts like this need to be taken care of by their parents. You don't need to tell me, there are people who will help him find one."
"But there are very few couples who are together. Most of them have broken up and found new partners. At least that's what I've seen."
The audience in the live broadcast room became excited when they heard some of the appearance of the underworld from the ghost messenger.
[The underworld in this script is too real. If it were me, I would also go there to live off my parents. Hahaha. I heard that my ancestor was a general~]
[It turns out that you can find a partner in the underworld, it's really humane, and it makes me, a single guy, want to go there. ]
[Those who say they want to go, are you serious? There is hell ahead. ]
[Single people can't find a partner when they are alive, and they can't find one when they are dead. (dog head)]
After chatting with the ghost catcher Bai Ye for a few words, An Rugu walked out of the land temple.
By this time, the sky was dark, the moon was dim, and the moonlight fell on the ground, but it could not illuminate her shadow.
She turned the rear camera to the front camera, pointed it at herself, and saw many comments, thinking that it was a script, and she felt nothing.
She has completed her mission of promoting the underworld, which is equivalent to shooting an advertisement for a merchant. How effective the promotion is is none of her business.
After all, she had not agreed with the King of Hell on the publicity effect.
She raised her eyes and looked at the camera, her tone very official: "Then today's live broadcast ends here. This is a special program and will be broadcast at irregular intervals. Please look forward to it."
"goodbye."
She hung up so quickly that the audience in the live broadcast room had no chance to try to stop her before the signal was cut off.
【Ahhhhh, I have been looking forward to the underworld for the whole night, but I am not allowed to see it. I am a noble eighth-level fan.】
[I agree with the host's approach. The landscape of the underworld is so complex that it is difficult to make it exquisite. Instead of making it shoddy, it is better not to show it, leaving room for our imagination.]
[By the way, the land temple is very beautiful, and the pale-skinned ghost is also very handsome, and the emotions are very well done. It has been built very well, and I give a thumbs up to the anchor. ]
[I am so annoyed. Why are there so many bugs on the Shark platform? Other live broadcast rooms can take screenshots and record screens, but this one doesn’t. I just took a photo with another phone, but the photo I took was pure black.]
[Add one, I just tried to use a video recorder to shoot a video on the computer, but the screen in the video was black and there was no sound at all.]
[Shark has not released the live replay yet. The quality of this video is so high that I really want to watch it again. ]
[I feel like the Shark platform uses the infrared anti-secret camera technology from movie theaters, so the phone can’t capture anything. Did the anchor offend the executives? ]
[The anchor is now the most popular and the leader of the platform. The shark platform will not target her, right? ]
[You think too much. As long as the big anchors don't obey, for example, they don't want to renew their contracts, the platform will continue to fire the anchors. There are many precedents. In short, don't be an empathetic businessman. ]
[Fuck, the anchor is so pitiful. 】
After the live broadcast ended, Shark platform’s official website, official Weibo and other official channels received numerous complaints.
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[You have one minute to play the live broadcast of Yingriyun! 】
[My whole family wants to watch it again. Please hand over the video. I can’t stop my 40-meter sword any more.]
In addition to the audience, there are other live streaming platforms fanning the flames.
The staff checked and found that many water armies from the rival live broadcast platform were leading the discussion, saying that the Shark platform had a bad attitude and hoped that she would sign a contract with other live broadcast platforms.
Snowflake, another industry leader, even sent a message on its official account: [Welcome to our live broadcast. We will prepare a brand new customized contract for you, with more benefits than the previous highest-level S-level contract. ]
Shark Platform: “???”
The Shark platform wiped away bitter tears. It was not that they didn't want the audience to record and screenshot the screen, nor did they not want to do live broadcast replay. The problem clearly lay with the live broadcast room.
Today, their company platform seemed to have been hacked, and a live broadcast room with clouds and sunrise appeared. It could not be closed at all. They tried to disconnect the server link corresponding to his live broadcast room, but the room was still running.
A consensus emerged in everyone's mind: their company had been hacked by a terrifying team of hackers!
Faced with a wave of doubts, they were about to explain that they were attacked by hackers, but suddenly they received a call from the chairman.
"Don't worry about that live broadcast room. Don't worry about it. Don't worry about it. I'll say it three times. Do you hear me?"
The staff asked hurriedly: "Many people say that we are targeting the rising sun and the clouds. What should we do?"
The chairman sighed, thinking back to the call he had just received. His heartstrings were pierced by intense excitement, and he said mysteriously, "Don't worry about it. Let them go. They will know when the time comes."
"All right."
So the Shark platform lay flat, like a salted fish. No matter how much the platform users scolded them, they did not respond.
............
The funeral industry is now very complete, and one-stop service is very convenient. After the family members pay the money, they don't have to rush around like in ancient times, they just need to wait quietly.
Nancheng Crematorium is the largest crematorium in Nancheng, and in front of the crematorium is the funeral home.
After the deceased is cremated, the ashes will be placed in an urn. After a period of time, the family can come to the funeral home to attend the funeral.
A long time ago, the management of crematoriums was lax, and family members could apply to enter the room and watch their lying relatives and friends being sent in for cremation.
A person went in, and a pile of bones burned by fire came out. The staff used tools to turn the bones into ashes and put them into an urn.
But now the management is very strict and we can no longer go in to watch, even if we give the staff money.
So Zhang Fan's mother waited at the door for a long time, and what she got was a small, carefully selected urn.
She was overwhelmed by waves of trance, and her husband and other family members looked at her from time to time, worried that she would collapse.
But she held the urn, her face turned pale, but she didn't cry, because she had cried all her tears dry.
Zhang Fan's mother looked up at the entrance of the crematorium. There was a lot of traffic outside the gate. Many people who were very traditional and dressed in mourning got out of the cars and walked into the crematorium.
Many people had a look of extreme numbness on their faces, showing no sign of heartache, and they didn't cry.
They are often like me, having cried all their tears in the hospital, and by the time they arrive at the crematorium, they have no choice but to accept reality.
However, some people still refused to believe that their loved ones had passed away. The wailing voice of a middle-aged woman reached their ears: "Haichen just went to college, he just got a girlfriend, how could he be gone..."
The people around her sighed and kept comforting her: "Damn drunk driver, he will go to hell sooner or later."
"Xiao Wei is gone. Don't hurt yourself by crying. He will definitely be sad."
The middle-aged woman looked at her husband and choked up. "I didn't think he was gone. I was taking a nap at home that day and vaguely heard someone whisper in my ear, 'Mom, I'm gone.' I didn't take it seriously. When I woke up, I found out he had been in a car accident."
"Do you think Haichen is back?"
Her husband held her shoulders and sighed deeply, not wanting to burst her fantasy: "Maybe."
Zhang Fan's mother withdrew her gaze, feeling confused. What a coincidence! It was also a car accident and the driver was also drunk driving.
I don't know if it was the same car accident.
All the people in the news bulletins released by their TV station used pseudonyms and no information was disclosed except that three people had died.
She couldn't help but look up at her husband with a sad look on her face, and lowered her voice: "Do you think that was her hallucination?"
My husband nodded without hesitation: "There are no ghosts in this world. When a person dies, it's like a light goes out. She may miss her child too much, which leads to memory confusion and auditory hallucinations."
When the husband thought of Fanfan, his heart felt like it was being stabbed by a needle. He endured the pain to comfort his wife and made up a fairy tale: "The dead are gone, and Fanfan may have become a star in the sky."
Zhang Fan’s mother, however, was not interested in fairy tales and said absentmindedly, “It would be nice if ghosts really existed.”
My husband was very surprised and horrified: "You, aren't you afraid of ghosts?"
When they first got married, they watched a horror movie together. She was so scared that she suffered a neurasthenia and had to take medicine for several days before she recovered.
Zhang Fan's mother shook her head, her voice hoarse and dry: "The ghosts that others are afraid of are the relatives I miss day and night."
She was afraid of ghosts, but not of her son.
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Her son died so suddenly, and she still had a lot to say to him. She wanted to ask him if he was in pain, to say that she had failed to protect him, and to say that she loved him.
She didn't want to believe that her lovely son's body had returned to nothingness and his consciousness had disappeared.
She would rather believe that he was just living a good life in another place, but she just couldn't see him.
At this moment, her cell phone suddenly rang. She opened it and saw that it was a call from her best friend.
She licked her dry lips. Her son's death was too sudden. She had not accepted it and had not yet taken the initiative to tell anyone about it.
The relatives around me are all contacted by my husband.
She didn't know how to tell him the cruel truth, and she was in a daze for a long time before she answered the phone.
My best friend's voice came from the microphone: "Are you going to be an actor?"
She was stunned for a while, and said confusedly: "No, what's wrong?"
My best friend was very puzzled and said, "My nephew watched a live broadcast a while ago and told me about it today. He said that there was an aunt in the live broadcast who looked very familiar, as if he had seen her at our house. When I heard his description, it seemed to be you. And the child he mentioned looked very much like Fanfan."
"What's going on?"
"He said that the anchor was doing a soul-snatching live broadcast and went to the Third Hospital to snatch away the soul of a child."
Zhang Fan’s mother: “???”
The color on her face drained away. She couldn't believe it at first, then she became angry. Her voice was sad and angry: "Fanfan is gone. Please don't make fun of this matter, your nephew. Who is this anchor? I'm going to report him now!"
This anchor actually asked himself and Fanfan to write the script. This is too much. He is simply an unscrupulous anchor.
There was a commotion over there, and a young man's voice reappeared in the microphone: "Auntie, let me tell you in detail, this is what happened that day..."
My best friend’s nephew told me about the live broadcast that day. He has a good memory and remembers the time and place of the live broadcast very clearly.
Zhang Fan's mother's heart skipped a beat. She remembered the time and place so clearly that it was almost like a nightmare.
The nephew became more and more scared as he spoke, his voice trembling: "My aunt showed me the photos in your circle of friends, and the actors in the photos really look exactly like you and your son. The positions of the moles on their faces are exactly the same. I thought it was a script at first, but now it really scares me."
"I called you just to ask if you were acting. If so, tell me quickly. I'm almost scared to death."
The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and in the end it was almost like the hum of a mosquito, and he dared not speak anymore. At first he thought that this kind of supernatural thing was just a joke and a script, who would have thought it was really true?
It was like he was seeing a ghost live to hundreds of thousands of viewers.
“My son is gone.”
Zhang Fan's mother left a vague reply, asked for the anchor's message, and hung up the phone.
My best friend's nephew looked at the busy phone in a daze.
Damn, the real owner came out to testify.
He was shaking like a sieve, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He couldn't help but open Weibo and posted a message in the Yingriyun super topic: [Brothers, there is a big problem. The anchor's special program seems to be not a recorded video, but a real one. I called the person involved and he admitted it! ]
[How many dishes are there tonight? Why are you so drunk? It’s fine to just listen to metaphysical things, but if you take them seriously, you’ll lose.]
[I can also testify that the two actors in the amusement park were my college classmates, and they were both very famous in the academy. When I saw the live broadcast, I thought they were chosen by the anchor to be actors. But when I came to school today, my friend told me that they both had a car accident.]
【Prosperous, strong, democratic, civilized, harmonious...】
[I told my classmates that I saw their live broadcast, but they didn't believe me and said I didn't have any pictures. I was scared and angry, and I really wanted to find a screenshot to slap them in the face. It's all because of the damn Shark platform that doesn't let me take screenshots. It's so annoying.]
More and more people spread the news by word of mouth and told their friends about it. Many people came out to testify that the live broadcast was real.
However, no pictures were leaked from the live broadcast room, resulting in no evidence and the news only circulated in a small circle.
But even so, countless golden wishes were generated.
When An Rugu was practicing the out-of-body experience, he suddenly found that the golden light on his body was getting brighter and brighter.
In the past, the light bulbs were one thousand watts, but now they are two thousand watts.
Having collected so much power of will in a short period of time, she meditated and practiced thoughtfully, and the magic power in her meridians became more condensed.
She tentatively chanted the Golden Light Mantra to summon golden flying swords. She could summon up to 20 swords before, but now she could summon 50.
The golden light is brilliant, emitting an intimidating power that scares away evil spirits.
Ordinary practitioners cannot use merit and vows to practice directly, but she can, because her physique is very special.
She has received so much power of wishes, the underworld must have received even more, and the number of people who believe in the King of Hell will increase. Is this the King of Hell's wish?
She thought for a long time without any clue, so she simply wrote a document according to the instructions in the Yincha Code, lit it with fire, and burned it.
This is the method of delivering memorials to the King of Hell according to the Yinchai Code.
She doesn't like to keep things in her heart, and wants to get things clear.
............
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In the huge palace with a golden roof and red doors, the flickering candlelight illuminates the main hall, the sandalwood lit on the stage is filled with smoke, and the decorations are antique.
At the top was a red desk, behind which sat a man wearing a black robe with gold edges on the cuffs, but his face could not be seen clearly.
Bai Wuchang narrowed his eyes. The King of Hell had cast a spell on him. He had been by his side for so long, but he still didn't know what he looked like.
But just think about it and you will know that he must look extremely majestic, ferocious and evil, and frighten all the ghosts.
He seemed to have thought of something, and was extremely curious. Knowing that Lord Yama had a good temper, he boldly asked, "Lord Yama, did you let that human anchor broadcast the underworld live because of incense, vows, merits, and faith?"
According to the legends of the neighboring island country, many gods will disappear because they are forgotten, but their country is different.
These gods and ghosts rarely disappear due to lack of believers and do not rely much on believers.
But these things are icing on the cake for them.
After all, who doesn’t want to eat incense and have a full stomach?
"That's not entirely true."
The King of Hell took the brush and pondered for a while, then wrote on the letter, and then said to Bai Wuchang: "The catastrophe of heaven and earth is coming. The underworld and the human world are involved in many things, and it is difficult to stay out of it. It is not like the demon world, which can just close the door. I can't intervene in the human world directly, so I can only find an agent, and that messenger is the best choice."
"I have to let her get these things so she can grow up quickly so she can cope with the catastrophe."
It was not the first time that Bai Wuchang heard the word "catastrophe" from the King of Hell's mouth, and he still felt deeply moved.
No matter how powerful the evil sorcerers in the world are, can they be more powerful than a god like the King of Hell?
Even Zhang Tianshi, the most powerful master in the world, is powerless against real gods.
"If the gods could directly intervene in the human world, there would be no such evil things."
When the King of Hell heard what he said, he chuckled and wrote two words on the paper next to him: "...What do you think these two words are?"
Bai Wuchang read out the words above: "Youdu, isn't this another name for Fengdu? A group of evil people actually dared to act in the name of Youdu and smear the image of our underworld. It's really too much."
As a ghost messenger who often collects souls, he often goes to the human world. He heard about the notorious evil organization Youdu from Zhang Tianshi, but he didn't take it seriously.
After all, they are ordinary human beings, and they will eventually grow old, get sick, and die. There is nothing terrible about them. If he could not violate the Ghost Messenger Manual and attack the evil cultivators without reason, he would have wanted to lure them back to the underworld and let the Black Impermanence send them to hell.
As Bai Wuchang was speaking, he was stunned for a moment. How could an evil human cultivation organization be favored by the King of Hell?
"Lord Yama, is there something special about this organization?" He couldn't help but ponder.
A faint voice like smoke came from my ears: "Gods cannot directly interfere in human affairs, but they can look for messengers like me."
Bai Wuchang's pupils shrank slightly, he took a breath, and suddenly understood. He stuttered for a rare time, and he had never been so shocked: "Could it be, could it be..."
This Youdu organization is not just made up of evil human cultivators, there are also other gods behind it...
Was it the gods who chose the messenger to join this organization, or was it reincarnation?
The name Youdu, does it mean that the gods from the underworld are involved?
His pale face became paler and paler, and he dared not think any further, and looked at the nose with concern. The little ghost dared not say anything about the dispute between the gods.
The King of Hell ignored him, put his pen tip on the document, and wrote slowly: "So I followed the will of heaven and gave her this road to heaven."
It’s best not to disappoint him.
When Bai Wuchang heard these secrets, he felt like he was going to die at any moment and wished he could lose his memory on the spot rather than get involved in such a thing.
He pretended to be natural and said, "Lord Yan, I have to go and get busy first. By the way, she has already done her first live broadcast."
"Those so-called hackers from our underworld hacked into their platform and used some magic to make it so that the audience could only watch the video in the live broadcast room and could not leave any pictures. This can bring the most popularity to the live broadcast room and avoid diversion.
But the underworld can see all her videos.
When you are not busy, please take some time to read it. "
"Got it." Lord Yama said calmly, "Go down."
After Bai Wuchang left, the King of Hell finally finished writing the document. With a slight thought, the document in his hand was engulfed by ghostly energy and disappeared.
Then he started to deal with other documents on the table. After he finished, he didn't know what to do for a while.
At this moment, the mobile phone that Bai Wuchang had given him before came into view.
The underworld has only recently gained access to the Internet.
In order to expand her influence and allow her to gain more power to practice, the King of Hell specifically instructed Bai Wuchang to install a shark live broadcast room, so every paper mobile phone has this software.
He became interested, so he turned on his cell phone. Although it was an old antique, he mastered how to use it in a short while.
He then clicked on An Rugu's live broadcast room and watched it with some curiosity.
............
A group of special pilgrims came to the Taoist temple these days.
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The families of Zhang Fan and others came to the Taoist temple.
They pieced together the content of the live broadcast from bits and pieces of information from their relatives and friends. They were very angry at first, thinking that the host was maliciously making up a script, but when they calculated the timeline, they found that everything matched.
They arrived at the Taoist temple almost at the same time, with mixed feelings. They were split in two, afraid of contact with the underworld, yet extremely eager to contact it.
Jiang Shumin's mother sobbed, "Is he doing well in the underworld?"
Zhang Fan's mother looked calm, but her shaking hands revealed her inner anxiety: "Is he scared to be alone? Does he miss his mother?"
Wei Haichen's mother wiped her tears and said, "Master...can you let me see him again?"
The sounds of people groaning and crying were endless.
An Rugu looked at the three sad mothers in front of him and sighed softly: "I know what you said, but humans and ghosts are different, do you understand?"
Everyone had no choice but to wipe their tears and pretend to be calm: "I understand."
"My heart was broken when Fanfan passed away. But knowing that he is still alive, my heart is half healed. Although he is not by my side, at least he is still alive, and that is enough."
"What can I do for him? I don't want him to have a bad time in the underworld."
An Rugu thought for a long time and said, "You should burn more paper money and remember to think of your family, so that the money can be received by them. I heard that you can also work in the underworld, but with the subsidy from your family, it is of course easier to live."
"good."
"knew!"
Commemorating the dead is actually more of a comfort to the living.
Because it can make up for and soothe the regrets, guilt and longing in your heart.
An Rugu comforted several parents and said, "Do more good deeds and accumulate virtues. Perhaps they will be destined to meet you in the next life."
Zhang Fan's mother felt a slight movement and touched her belly. She felt like a withered flower that had just received a refreshing rain and a glimmer of hope was rekindled.
..............
After several parents left, An Rugu looked at their backs from afar and remained silent for a long time.
What is difficult for ordinary people to overcome is never the towering Mount Tai, but the boundary between life and death.
Soon, she calculated the time and it was time for the fourteenth live broadcast.
She then returned to her room and turned on the live broadcast equipment.
Tens of thousands of viewers suddenly poured into the live broadcast room, the popularity reached one million, and it instantly topped the list.
The second-ranked anchor was filled with envy and hatred when he saw himself being squeezed out, but after seeing her name, he felt nothing at all.
"My friends, let's stop playing games and watch a live broadcast today. Her live broadcast is so fun."
[Damn, I didn't expect you and I follow the same anchor. ]
【Hahahahaha, me too. Watching it live is much better than watching the replay because no one spoils the plot.】
As soon as her live broadcast started, she attracted countless viewers from other live broadcast rooms. Many anchors simply gave up and directly clicked on An Rugu's live broadcast room to broadcast to her.
Because they also want to watch An Rugu's live broadcast.
The comments in An Rugu's live broadcast room seemed to have exploded, with a huge momentum.
[I thought the anchor was busy filming the underworld video and stopped live streaming. ]
[Regarding the last live broadcast of the underworld, you guys should go to the super topic. A technical expert found the information of the three victims, and it matches the people I watched that day. ]
[Fuck, it's really scary when I think about it, the Nine Heavens Yingyuan thunder is the universal god of heaven. ]
[The special effects were so natural, so natural that it was abnormal. They were more natural than the double eyelids I had.]
An Rugu stared at the barrage for a while. Many fans were discussing the last live broadcast from the underworld.
Most of the audience were just spectators, but there were also some experts who were good at finding information and found clues and summarized the evidence in the super topic.
Things are gradually starting to ferment, and I believe it won't be long before they spread on a large scale.
She input the prize, posted the lottery, ignored the fact that she was in the center of the storm, and said very calmly: "Today I will only tell fortunes, not the underworld. Anyone who wants to ask me to tell fortunes can just click on the lottery."
[I didn't even want to eat, I just wanted to see you tell my fortune. ]
[I don't even want to go to school anymore, I just want to see you tell my fortune. ]
Soon, three destined people emerged, and the IDs of the three chosen ones appeared on the screen.
An Rugu communicated with the first destined person [Little Painter] and made a phone call. A woman in her early thirties appeared on the screen.
The audience in the live broadcast room started to watch the reserved program again.
【Welcome the first great enemy! 】
【Welcome the first great enemy! 】
She had a ponytail, dark circles under her eyes, and messy hair. When she saw the anchor, she smiled and waved: "Hello anchor, I'm your fan. I drew a cartoon for you. Do you want to see it?"
When she smiled, her eyes and brows were relaxed, and happiness was written on every strand of her hair, which was very contagious.
It was the first time for An Rugu to meet a fan who was also an artist. She didn't want to disappoint the other party's kindness, so she nodded and said, "Thank you. Let me see it."
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