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

Chapter 20 One thousand six hundred, are you still afraid?

Feng Yin's horrified expression coupled with the dog's eyes added a touch of gloom to the live broadcast room.

"What nonsense are you talking about! How can a corpse be resurrected? I mean - forget it, you will know it when you see it."

The black fan leader gave a cold snort and got out of the way. The man who had been silent behind him was revealed and said in a bad tone: "Come in happily and finish happily."

The man turned around and left, saying in a loud voice: "Nonsense!
"Hey, brother!"

"what---"

The man was taken aback by Feng Yin's sudden slap on the shoulder, jumped a meter away and looked at Feng Yin and shouted: "You are sick! Didn't you know that you are not allowed to slap people on the back in funeral homes!"

"I am mainly poor and ill, and other illnesses are unknown."

"But thank you brother for telling me the precautions. I mainly want to know how much my salary is today?"

The man in question was the uncle of the gang leader. If his niece hadn't worked hard to get him, he wouldn't have wanted to hire Feng Yin.

Not for anything else, purely delaying things.

"Why do you ask so many questions? You can't do it at all. It's not that I look down on you. Even if you are not afraid, you can't carry it. The dead and the living are not the same weight."

"I just carried two hundred catties of cement up to the eleventh floor yesterday."

Feng Yin walked beside the disbelieving man, followed by three women, and Li Sanyi dutifully took over the camera.

[Feng Yin is really here, I have to say, I quite admire her! 】

[It’s one thing to come, it’s another thing to carry it or not. Who knows until the last moment. 】

[Feng Yin carries the corpse, the smell is similar, perfect match! 】

The barrage kept flashing, and the number of anti-fans was really huge.

"Give me your mobile phone. It's a rare opportunity. I'll take everyone on a video tour of the funeral home."

Feng Yin turned around, took the mobile phone that was broadcasting live, pointed at the front, started the introduction and replied to some comments.

"We entered the gate. It's a little cool and the scenery is pretty good...that's the cremation room..."

"Wearing shorts is to show your figure, so you wear long pants because they are too short to look good?"

"Cough cough cough—cough cough cough——"

Li Sanyi coughed violently, Feng Yin cast a look, and said innocently: "I'm talking about short legs, what are you thinking?"

"I-I-I-thought so too."

[Hahahahahaha!Laugh crack!You understand meaning and interpretation. 】

[That one seems to be Feng Yin’s previous manager, who is Li? He doesn’t have a strong sense of presence. 】

[Visiting a funeral parlor, this is the first time, Fengyin... are you a devil? 】

Feng Yin continued to introduce the funeral home in a serious manner, occasionally replying to one or two comments, the ones who should be hated are merciless, and the ones who should be compared are cuter than anyone else.

"We're here. The bodies are in that car. They have to be carried to the cremation area of ​​the funeral home."

"How much? Such important information, brother, you have to tell me."

"One thousand and six, finish."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yin immediately handed the phone to Li Sanyi, and very skillfully asked his eldest brother for a protective suit, put it on, and opened the door.

With the sound of a palm nut, the iron door was pulled open, and the people behind Feng Yin subconsciously covered their noses and backed away.

In front of me were dark rubber bags, stacked on top of each other, containing corpses.

Everyone watching the live broadcast subconsciously retreated a little, but Feng Yin didn't have the slightest fear or hesitation. After putting on her gloves, she picked up a bag, carried it on her back, and left.

"This way, brother?"

Seeing Feng Yin's neat movements, without vomiting, nausea, or dizziness, the man nodded repeatedly and pointed in one direction.

"okay!"

The tone of the sentence was raised, which showed Feng Yin's mood at this time.

She is happy!

After carrying a corpse inside, Feng Yin came out and had time to take a look at the live broadcast room.

"Afraid? You can finish a thousand and six dollars in one hour. Are you still afraid?"

"At this price, I'll catch him if the corpse is alive!"

(End of this chapter)