Chapter 25: Find the Living King of Hell for guidance and refuse the half-price offer for the second monument!

"???"

Jiang Xiaohan was also full of questions.

She even took out her cell phone and searched for some keywords for the principal, but found nothing.

"hiss--"

Fei En, who was chatting with his old friend at the back, took a deep breath.

Could it be that Brother Cong is gone?

If this news is true, it would be too outrageous!

The Internet is likely to bring about an unprecedented earthquake!

Fortunately, this living devil had just forgiven him and showed him a way to survive.

Otherwise the second monument will be half the price!

"Is the principal okay? Could it be that you have inside information, Mr. Zhang?"

The reporter from Chunbei Focus TV's eyes lit up when he heard this, after all, no media had gotten any specific information about Sicong.

"Ms. Reporter, are you making fun of me?"

Zhang Lingtian just felt a little confused.

What he has inside information about.

The other party clearly asked a rhetorical question, but now he is asking him the question.

"It's like this, Mr. Zhang. Let me show you a picture."

Reporter Xiaomei knew that she might have misunderstood Zhang Lingtian's meaning, so she quickly took out her mobile phone and opened a picture.

It was a crossroads.

A champagne-colored Ferrari sports car was smashed to pieces from the perspective of the photo, with parts scattered all over the ground.

"This is??"

Zhang Lingtian was doubly confused.

"This is Ferrari's latest Purosangue special edition. Currently, there are only three people in the country who own it. According to an insider, this license plate number belongs to the principal."

Reporter Xiaomei explained.

She had misunderstood just now.

I thought this living devil knew that the principal was fine.

I think the first people to know this kind of news are the media, because they have many inside channels.

"The principal's car?"

Zhang Lingtian's heart sank after hearing what the reporter said.

Is Congge gone?

No way! But after being hit like this, the chances of survival are slim.

“Gulu——”

Jiang Xiaohan, who was next to Zhang Lingtian, swallowed.

"hiss--"

Fei En took a deep breath.

The car is in such a state that the people inside are probably going to be turned into meat patties, right? If not, they will at least be seriously injured!

The angle of this picture is from the back.

You can see that the mud tanker is pressing on the car body, the whole car is flattened, and there are car parts all over the ground.

As for the driver and co-pilot cab.

Because part of the area was blocked by a mud tanker, the situation was unclear.

But this was definitely a major car accident.

There is a 100% chance of casualties!

Anyway, the girl sitting in the back seat must have also ascended to heaven.

Why a girl? Doesn't Congge usually bring several with him when he goes out?

"Brother Onion? No more??"

"Is it so terrible? Even the money-making Onion Brother was not spared?"

"Isn't this reporter just making up a story based on a random photo? Why can't I find any news about this incident online?"

"With your IQ, you're basically done with the Internet. Cong Ge's money is useless to the Living Devil, but it's useful to other media. Isn't it easy to ban a piece of news? And I checked, the license plate number is definitely Cong Ge's."

"A moment of silence for Cong Ge./Candle/Candle"

“Didn’t I unfollow you? I’m going to die if I unfollow you? That’s crazy! If I meet the King of Hell next time, won’t I just delete my account?”

"Old En, I find that you are really smart. You actually let the living King of Hell show you a way out!"

Fei En is doing a live broadcast.

So everything Xiaomei showed was also recorded.

The photo is blurry though.

But Xiaomei said the car model and other things herself, so it is easy to check.

"Mr. Living King of Hell, this is the sixth one. Although Chunbei TV is a local TV station, it also serves the whole country. Do you have anything to say to our audience friends here now?"

Reporter Xiaomei held the microphone in front of Zhang Lingtian.

"We have to believe in science, this is an accident!"

Zhang Lingtian didn't expect that an accident would happen even when tearing onions.

But he is clearly a low-risk person.

There is only a 5% chance of danger occurring.

Extremely low.

But he couldn't admit that he was the King of Hell!

This is just a false accusation! "Believe in science? Is this an accident?"

Reporter Xiaomei was stunned. She never expected Zhang Lingtian to answer like this.

"Of course, there is no such thing as a god in this world. Everything is fake."

After a few sentences.

Zhang Lingtian and his team ended the interview on the grounds that they had something else to do.

The main thing is, what do you want him to say in this kind of interview? Admit that he is a living devil?

The walking god of death?

Is there such a magic spell hidden on your body?

This is nonsense! "Tian, ​​Brother Tian!"

The car was ready to leave, and Fei En leaned close to Zhang Lingtian's window.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Fei En coming over, Zhang Lingtian asked in confusion.

"Brother Tian, ​​Feilong is my good partner and brother. Uncle and aunt are financially limited and can't afford to pay too much, so you can help me upgrade the mysterious funeral to four suonas and ten people in suits holding black umbrellas to make it more stylish."

He has earned some money from live streaming for so long, and giving some of it away would be like saying goodbye to his brother.

I hope he has a good journey.

It also let the villagers know that Dalong has made some progress outside.

"OK."

Since someone is paying for it, he won't say much.

"Thank you, Brother Tian! I wish Brother Tian all the best in the human world!!"

The vehicle started, and Fei En bowed to Zhang Lingtian's broken car.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Zhang Lingtian was very upset when he heard this.

What does it mean that everything goes well in the world?

So where else can I go except the human world?

"suck--"

The vehicle was moving, with the co-pilot.

Jiang Xiaohan took a deep breath through her nose.

"No? Xiaohan, why are you crying?"

Suddenly Zhang Lingtian noticed that his little assistant in the passenger seat was neither crying nor making a fuss, but tears were dripping down his face.

Suddenly he was confused to the extreme.

What is going on?

"Boss, do you think I'm the kind of person who is so stupid that I would help others count money after being sold?"

Jiang Xiaohan wiped her tears and took another sip.

"Why do you say that?"

Zhang Lingtian asked back.

It seems that it is right not to be in a relationship, because he feels that he cannot keep up with the girl's thinking process. For example, he has no idea why the other party is crying.

"Maybe I was sold out by my boss?"

Jiang Xiaohan spoke slowly.

She felt terribly cheated.

I actually believed the boss's lies.

What's the point of believing in science? Those are all accidents! How could any accident happen five times in a row?

It is true that those people are either seeking death or have health problems, but the principal is a normal person, so how could he have an accident? "

“…”

Zhang Lingtian looked at Jiang Xiaohan's big, watery eyes. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry because she was betrayed by a scumbag. But he didn't know how to explain it. After all, it was really an accident! "How about I give you a try? A little white goose, right?"

But it’s not okay for this little assistant to always be like this.

In order to dispel the other party's concerns, Zhang Lingtian planned to stop by the roadside to pay attention to Jiang Xiaohan.

"Ah, no, no, boss! Don't kill people to silence them!!!"

Jiang Xiaohan stopped crying because of her strong desire to survive. She moved as fast as a rabbit and immediately took out her cell phone from her bag.

“Hey!!!”

Before Zhang Lingtian could call out to him, the assistant cancelled the account again.

"Boss, Douyin will only affect my work efficiency. I live for the early listing of Baishi Shop!!"

Jiang Xiaohan was like someone who had joined a pyramid scheme.

The main thing is to get the boss's attention, right?

Even tearing onions can't bear it, how can she bear it? "Ah..."

Zhang Lingtian sighed, it was all because of nervousness.

Just pay attention to him and you will know!

Normal people will definitely be fine.

But now is not the time to focus on this.

Let’s hold the funeral first.

So they went to deal with Feilong's body.

A day later, relatives and friends rushed to the funeral.

Four suonas were playing loudly, and there were men in black holding black umbrellas, as if it was the funeral of a gang leader.

Many people were stunned by this mysterious and shocking funeral.

The funeral even made the local news.

And it was on this day that the onion tearing incident could no longer be suppressed and broke out.

[It is rumored that Principal Wang died after being noticed. Is the living devil really as magical as the legend says? Does anyone have anything to say? 】

The first outbreak point was on Bihu.

"I'm in Eagle Sauce, I just got off the plane, you asked me why I went abroad? I can only tell you that there is a legend in the underworld called Flathead Third Brother!"

"I don't know if it's amazing or not, but I followed five bloggers in four days, and almost every time I followed an account, one person died! Now even Brother Cong, who has money that makes the world go round, can't resist it, what do you think!"

…

[The principal suffered a serious car accident? ]

[Six kills in Ping An Funeral Shop again? ]

[Informed person: Congge’s phone number is unreachable]

【Zhang Lingtian! True Lingtian! 】

Various hot searches have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

And the living devil, Zhang Lingtian, quickly became the focus.

[Ding! Complete the first funeral! Please collect the system reward. ]

People’s joys and sorrows are not shared, and Zhang Lingtian, who suddenly became popular, only felt the noise.

I was just about to make a cup of tea and wondering what to do when a prompt suddenly appeared in front of me.

It turned out to be a system reward after completing the funeral.

What would it be? Needless to say, he was really looking forward to it.

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Actually, today's plot needs at least 4,000 words to be fully presented, but I was a bit stuck today and only wrote more than 2,700 words. So let's arrange it this way. Tomorrow's three updates will be at least 6,000 words! Please vote! Please read on! !

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