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

Chapter 748 Weird Order

Feng Yin's part-time job as an errand boy has broadened netizens' horizons.

[We get weird orders every year, especially Feng Yin. 】

[This is a physique that science cannot explain. 】

[Is it really not a script? 】

[I testify that this is not the case, because one of the orders is mine, hahahaha! 】

Several netizens came forward to speak out.

Netizens asked more curiously: How did you remember to run errands to do this?

You know, this night Feng Yin gave away the child, poured milk tea, and went to the cemetery to burn yellow paper, just because a netizen said that he dreamed about his great-grandfather.

Just when you decide that going to the cemetery is outrageous enough, Feng Yin gets an order to give it away.

The order notes read: Give it to someone who is cold.

Feng Yin called and communicated in person, and after confirming that being cold was what she thought, she happily agreed.

Her happiness will not be affected by the person who placed the order.

"What I said is cool, do you mean going west, riding a crane on a journey to the west?"

"I know."

Feng Yin spoke very smoothly, and the person who placed the order asked for confirmation for the second time: "Are you sure you're not afraid?"

"Don't worry, I worked in a funeral home and carried corpses."

"Besides, if you pay eight thousand yuan, even if it breaks into pieces, I can sew it up for you."

Feng Yin successfully took the order.

In the middle of the night, I took an old lady who was cold to the crematorium.

In the entire car, there was only Feng Yin himself.

Zhang Bo'er and Lin Yu really didn't have the courage to sit down, but the trio drove behind them.

When Feng Yin successfully completed this order, Feng Yin, who had a magical physique, received an order at the crematorium.

Send ten urns.

That’s right, the urn.

This was a tragic traffic accident in which ten people died.

How can ordinary people dare to take orders? Most drivers find it unlucky. Even if they are not afraid of death, seeing the ashes of someone who died in a traffic accident really makes their heart pound.

Fortunately, the person who took the order was Feng Yin. Feng Yin took matters into his own hands, carried ten urns into the car, and stipulated them.

"Okay, I'll take you home."

With a "touch" sound, Feng Yin closed the car door, got in the car and drove away.

According to the navigation, Feng Yin drove all the way.

It was foggy in the middle of the night, and a door appeared in the fog.

The mobile phone that was broadcasting the live broadcast was pointed at the Chinese-style door in the fog.

[Feng Yin, why don't we stop? I always feel that the door in front is eerie. 】

[Send them home. This home is not the Palace of Hell, right? 】

[Does the gate of the Palace of Hell look like this? 】

In the live broadcast room, in the mist, the Chinese style has eaves, the door-wall-like city gate is open, and red flashes in the middle, as if to say: The Palace of Hell welcomes you.

Zhang Bo'er, who was following behind, didn't dare to open his mouth and kept chanting: Diamond Sutra Prajnaparamita...Amitabha...two are born in one life, three are born in two, and all things are born in three..."

"What are you talking about?"

"what?"

Zhang Bo'er turned his head and looked at Li San: "The boss asked me to copy the Tao Te Ching, Diamond Sutra, Buddhist scriptures and so on."

"Did you pronounce it correctly?"

"Of course not! If I could remember them, I would be the boss, okay?"

When Li Sanyi heard this, he realized that this statement made sense.

While he was talking, the wind in front of him disappeared.

"Car? Where's the boss's car?"

Zhang Boer gritted his teeth and opened the car cautiously.

“The toll station—dang, I’m scared to death.”

It turned out that the red light flashing was the words "Toll Station" with a broken light.

Netizens and Zhang Boer were frightened and accompanied Feng Yin to deliver the ten urns to the place.