After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 131
What are you doing tomorrow?
This is probably a question that Li Sanyi pursues every day.

"Weep!"

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Li Sanyi had question mark eyes on his face. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he even wanted to tattoo a question mark on his forehead.

"What did you say?"

Feng Yin looked at Li Sanyi, and commented very pertinently: "It's your expression now... very suitable for mourning."

It's not that Li Sanyi doesn't understand, but he can't believe it.

"What are you doing with that expression? We've already carried the corpses, so we still have to cry?"

"Let go of your heart and learn to accept."

After Feng Yin made a few nonsense, he told them to dress plainly tomorrow, clean up and leave quickly.

After Li Sanyi passively accepted the fact that he could not change it, he began to turn passive into active, and searched online: What should we pay attention to when weeping?
"Oh... Lin Yu, don't put on makeup tomorrow."

"Zhang Boer...don't wear slippers tomorrow."

The three discussed what to wear tomorrow, carried the trash, and left.

Ala, who was on the phone on the other side, also looked for Feng Yin with the phone in his mouth.

Feng Yin used to wipe the phone with a paper towel and use it hands-free.

"Do you have anything else to do?"

Cheng Yanqiu on the other side of the phone was silent for a moment.

"It's okay to hang up."

"dudu..."

The phone really hangs up.

Cheng Yanqiu took out the mirror suspiciously, looked at the pretty face inside and muttered, "I'm so unattractive? Why don't you like to say a word to me?"

"What's the matter?"

Cheng Yanqiu, who was a little disturbed, was called away by the director without doubting how long it took.

In the early morning of the next day, Fengyin set off with four people and one dog.

Zhang Bo'er was driving, trembling, wishing he could lie on the steering wheel, vigilant like an ant on a hot pot.

"Boss Feng, isn't it unlucky to cry at a funeral at night?"

"How could it be? We are sending blessings to those who have passed away. When you die, the King of Hades will look at you more."

Zhang Bo'er glanced at Feng Yin speechlessly, and then looked at Li Sanyi next to him.

"Brother Li, do you think I'm that stupid!"

"Have!"

Be firm with one word, let the boat of friendship turn over as soon as it is said.

The car continued to drive and finally arrived at the designated place.

The four of them were dressed in either black or white and got out of the car one by one.

"Feng Yin, which one are you crying for?"

"Hehe, I want to know too!"

Where the four of them were, there were four mourning halls in front of them, all of which were similar with minor differences. They were decorated with money papers and decorated with gloomy fake candles, full of gloom.

"Start the live broadcast first."

Feng Yin asked Li Sanyi to open the live broadcast room, and she herself called the person who contacted the work.

"Okay, I'll look for it."

Feng Yin hung up the phone, and found the name he was looking for from the elegiac couplets outside the four mourning halls: Fu Dana.

"That's it. I'll go in. You can adapt to the situation outside and watch out for my dog ​​master."

Dressed in black, Feng Yin first took out a white scroll from his pocket, squeezed something into it with a small bottle, and went in.

"Boss Feng did it... Where did the onion smell come from..."

Zhang Bo'er asked and answered, and several netizens who watched the gloomy live broadcast room in the early morning understood it.

Feng Yin used onions to incite tears.

Feng Yin, who entered at this time, walked into the mourning hall, knelt down with a plop on his knees, opened his mouth, and was ready to start.

"Stop—all stop—"

A person suddenly burst in from outside the mourning hall. The mourning procession was kneeling in the middle, half of their tears were shed, and they stopped in place in confusion.

"Why are you crying? My old man is happy and mourning, so don't cry!"

"Fu Changgui, it's not your turn to speak here."

(End of this chapter)