I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Chapter 123 Selling Meng Po Soup Online, After Drinking = Ah Piao's Nine Seconds Experience

Step into the attic.

The chills all over Chen Cheng's body instantly stood on end.

The attic is so cloudy that it seems that there are two ghosts in red clothes entrenched here.

Except for the heavy yin.

There are also a few traces of evil spirit.

Chen Cheng looked at Yan Jiu who was drinking tea by himself: "Consultant Yan's house seems a little different."

Yan Jiu pointed to the small wooden sign hanging on the door.

Chen Cheng looked along Yan Jiu's hand.

Found a wooden sign saying closed.

When I opened it, the seven black characters of "Walk slowly, don't see the funeral home" are very clear.

Yan Jiu raised his eyebrows: "If you expect the funeral home to be the same as other places, heh, then you are very interesting."

A cold hum.

All the sarcasm.

After putting the body in the morgue, Hou Ming explained: "We are just curious."

Yan Jiu raised his glass to the people: "Oh~ I almost thought you guys were deliberately finding fault."

Chen Cheng: "..." Does it have to be exposed?

Cold stools are too uncomfortable to sit on.

Seeing that Yan Jiu had no intention of entertaining guests, Chen Cheng said a few more polite words and left.

After leaving Yan Jiu's attic.

Chen Cheng and Hou Ming were still in a daze.

What are they here for?

Didn't you come to test Yan Jiu?
Hou Ming gritted his teeth: "I was fooled by her!"

Chen Cheng lamented Yan Jiu's flickering of pointing at the west and talking about the east: "As expected of someone recruited by Lang Zongyi."

Hou Ming didn't quite understand: "How did the chief know that Yan Jiu was recruited by Lang Zongyi?"

Chen Cheng snorted coldly: "You didn't see the two of them acting like no one else when they left Zhihuilin. If it was said that they had nothing to do behind their backs, I would be the first to not believe it."

Hou Ming nodded thoughtfully, and then sighed as if thinking of something: "There are more generals in the special bureau, and I don't know if we can win the game between Xuanmen and the special bureau in a month's time."

Chen Cheng pondered for a moment.

"Win the championship every year, and this year is no exception."

Warlock is another name for Taoist.

There used to be innate witches and acquired warlocks in the world of metaphysics, but warlocks were always overwhelmed by witches.

Warlocks have risen like stars since the last sorcerer disappeared from public view.

Warlocks have families and sects. After the precipitation of history, their power is in full swing, and they are collectively called Xuanmen.

Except for the big purge during the Yunze years, the change of dynasties could not affect the status of their sect.

In recent decades, in addition to the special bureau, there is another organization that has tried to suppress their Taoism.

That is the Bureau of Demon Control.

pity.

The monster race is suppressed by the heavens, and the superiors try to use the monster to control people, it will only end up being counterproductive.

Aren't there so many big monsters who were willing to live in peace with humans in the past, but they were completely disappointed in humans in the end?

Chen Cheng smiled coldly.

If there is no Lang Zongyi.

He believes that sooner or later, the special bureau will disappear in the long river of history like the Demon Control Bureau back then.

No one can shake the Xuanmen!

Hou Ming said unsurely, "But this year, Yan Jiu's accident occurred."

Chen Cheng's gaze became gloomy.

Yan Jiu was indeed an accident.

But Xuanmen is not vegetarian.

They have long been twisted into a ball of hemp rope.

He didn't believe it anymore, Yan Jiu could take apart one by one in order to target Xuanmen!Break through one by one! ?
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Early the next morning.

It was only after Yan Jiu woke up that she remembered an important matter that she had forgotten, and hurriedly sent a message to Lang Zongyi.

The whole article is 500 words, and 494 words are all about the hardships of her saving people from thousands of miles away.

the end.

Yan Jiu also solemnly posted more than a dozen "Shushu, I really can't stand it" emoticons.

at that time.

Lang Zongyi was sitting in the conference room of the special bureau.

His previous uniform had been washed.

Today I was wearing a black suit that was incompatible with the uniforms in the room.

Lang Zongyi half-lyed on the chair with his head propped up on his fist, his whole body was full of elite aura.

When everyone in the conference room was talking and reporting, the sound of the mobile phone vibrating was very clear.

Everyone looked in Lin Han's direction quietly.

Lin Han raised the phone: "No, it's not me, I paid special attention to turning off the phone today!"

The vibration is still ringing.

The crowd quieted down.

Qi Shushu looked at the source of the vibration.

Lang Zongyi lowered his eyes and remained silent.

When the phone is about to be turned off.

Ma Weiwei suggested: "Let's take a look at the bureau, usually no one will contact you when we have a meeting."

Lin Han numbly looked at his horse team leader: This is not the time for you to stare at me, double-standard horse!

Lang Zongyi didn't want to break the rules.

But when the eyes fell on the "sponsor" on the screen.

He was a little surprised.

Why did Yan Jiu send him a message?

Lang Zongyi turned on his phone in doubt.

And when he saw the beginning of the six characters "Dear Director Lang", he didn't want to look back.

He snapped off the phone screen.

Rubbed his eyebrows.

Ma Weiwei was surprised: "The seat?"

Lang Zongyi waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."

His mind was full of Yan Jiu's wanton behavior yesterday, obviously he should be bored, but he couldn't get angry at all.

Even during the meeting, I was a little half-hearted, and became interested in long-form information that I was not interested in.

Lang Zongyi wanted to know the specific content so much that Ma Weiwei repeated it twice before he heard the words.

Ma Weiwei said: "The fog of Zhihuilin dissipates at a speed visible to the naked eye, how do we report it?"

Lang Zongyi frowned: "I have returned all the knowledge of geography in high school to the teacher, and I don't even know how the fog is formed?"

Ma Weiwei: "..." The satirical ability of the boss grows stronger again.

Everyone watched Lang Zongyi leave.

The atmosphere dare not come out.

Lin Han patted his chest: "Since the bureau came back from yesterday, is it like this that explodes at a single point?"

The horse blinked slightly.

What happened yesterday was too appalling, no wonder their positions turned into powder kegs.

Dynamite kegs walk out of the Special Unit.

Click on the message sent by Yan Jiu.

Ten lines at a glance.

Lang Zongyi: "..." Why should I click on it?

He took a deep breath.

By accident, I found Yan Jiu's account, and found that someone who asked him for a bonus was selling goods live.

Yan Jiu performed a mouthful in front of the camera.

Then, put down the empty glass jar.

"Mengpo soup, one cup of Wangyou, two cups of Wangqing, the second cup is half price, and one ID is limited to one bottle."

The packaging of Mengpo soup is extremely simple.

A name is pasted on the triangular glass bottle, and the ingredient list is only Mengpo soup and water, and the shelf life is never expired.

No matter how you look at it, it's outrageous.

[I didn't say that, how did you apply for it that never expires?How did the Food Inspection Bureau approve it. . . 】

[Can you really forget your worries? 】

[Drinking it has magical power~]

[What power?Ah Piao's nine-second experience? 】

[It's outrageous! 】

What's even more outrageous is not that Yan Jiu sells Mengpo soup.

It was Yan Jiu's fans.

After one night, the news about Yan Jiu eating Lang Zongyi tofu was overshadowed by the news about Yan Jiu eating Lang Zongyi's tofu, and many people who didn't play Douyin also got to know Yan Jiu.

then.

A large number of new netizens poured into Douyin, leaving comments on Yan Jiu's account and not forgetting to send attention.

The number of Yan Jiu's fans gradually increased to 800W and 900W, and it was not until 1000W that he could barely slow down.

over a month.

Yan Jiu became a big anchor with tens of millions of fans.

Just the tipping from netizens alone is enough to fill Yan Jiu's pockets.

Lang Zongyi didn't understand very well.

Could Yan Jiu still be short of money?Are you not enjoying the thrill of reaching out for money?

It can't be because he looks like the type of person who is "a fool with a lot of money", right?
(End of this chapter)