Live fortune telling: Thunder magic? I really don’t know how to do it!

Chapter 45: Shaolin Monk: Taoist? One Punch Each!
Chen Long made a simple plan for tonight's live broadcast.

When they arrived at the mass grave, they first found an open space to set up camp, then walked around to see the show effects, and finally had a hot pot meal in the mass grave, chatted with fans for a while, and then went to sleep...

But the sudden change disrupted his plans.

Tsk, first the tent was moved by ghosts, and then we became neighbors with ghosts... Why the hell are we still eating hot pot?

The only thing I’m afraid of is that when you are eating, there are probably many “neighbors” around you staring at you.

Eating alone?
Then I won’t be able to sleep well at night!

Therefore, Chen Long decided to change the original plan...

Fell asleep directly.

There's no way, he's really scared!
Who wouldn’t be afraid if they encountered such a thing?

Faced with the ridicule of fans in the live broadcast room, Chen Long did not refute at all.

He waved towards the camera in the live broadcast room:

"Good night, brothers!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Long turned off all the lights.

Plan to sleep peacefully in the dark.

He held the magical Bagua mirror tightly in his arms, and even had talismans pasted all over his body.

It can be said that all defensive measures have been taken.

【Le, I won’t sleep tonight! 】

[+1 above, I just want to see if Brother Long will be moved again...]

[Hahaha, I am dying of laughter. Don’t forget that there is a ‘good neighbor’ at the exit of Brother Long’s tent! ]

[Can he really sleep? ]

[Tsk, he is such a generous person, he fell asleep right away...]

Some old fans do know Chen Long very well.

He is the typical person who can fall asleep as soon as he lies down...

It can be said that he is carefree, but that's not entirely true.

In short, the sleep quality is very enviable...

At this moment, as Chen Long fell asleep, the number of people in the live broadcast room decreased a little, but there were still nearly hundreds of thousands of people left.

This situation continued until the next morning...

"Morning, brothers!"

Chen Long slowly woke up from his sleep, and the first thing he did when he got up was to take a look around.

After making sure there were no accidents, he said hello to the live broadcast room...

At this moment, there are probably still tens of thousands of people remaining in the live broadcast room.

Chen Long didn't care.

After all, it's normal that there are few people at this point.

He opened the zipper of the tent and just as he stuck his head out, he saw a small mound of earth at the door.

Chen Long's heart sank, but he still forced a smile and greeted:
"Good morning, neighbor~"

After saying that, he immediately slipped out of the tent.

Looking at the sun rising high, Chen Long felt relieved.

"Brothers, let's make breakfast first, and then pack up and leave."

Chen Long said.

Then, he simply washed up.

I had the hotpot that I didn't eat last night this morning...

After eating, clean up.

Today's live broadcast has come to an end.

how to say?

The experience is really strong.

Too stimulating.

This is what Chen Long personally thinks.

"Brothers, this live broadcast ends here."

He waved towards the live broadcast room and ended the live broadcast.

After the live broadcast ends.

Chen Long left the mass grave, but soon he came back...

He was also holding a lot of paper money and food in his hands.

After all, he had made a promise to some beings last night that he would provide them with good food and drink today. This kind of promise must not be broken.

Because ghosts are very narrow-minded.

If you deceive Him, He will most likely entangle you...

Not worth the candle.

Therefore, it is best to keep your promise to ghosts.

Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous!
"Dear seniors, thank you for showing mercy last night. This is just a small token of my respect..."

Chen Long lit a stick of incense for all the graves he had disturbed last night.

Then they burned some paper money and placed fine wine and delicious food on the table.

"Whoo~"

Chen Long finally breathed a sigh of relief when the last piece of paper money was burned out.

Things have come to an end here.

Those ghosts from last night probably wouldn't do anything to him, after all, they had provided him with delicious food and drinks. If they still wanted to pester him...

That means you don't know what is good for you!

After doing all this, Chen Long got up and left the mass grave.

This suicidal adventure ended successfully.

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Recently, a host named "Wuseng Wu Tian" has become popular on the Internet.

He became completely famous on the Internet by relying on various means, boasting, and spreading rumors. Anyone who is popular will be taken advantage of by him.

What do you call this kind of person?
Internet clown?

Having said that, it cannot be denied that this type of people can indeed make money.

Make money, not shabby.

For this type of people, they only need to pay attention to one thing.

That is... don't mess with the wrong people!

Otherwise, others can teach you a lesson in minutes!

In the live broadcast room...

As soon as the monk Wu Tian started the live broadcast, many fans flocked in.

Most of these people came to watch the fun. After all, the monk Wutan has been very popular recently. I heard that he criticized many anchors?

[Tsk tsk tsk, I just saw a video where the monk Wu Tian ranked first on the Internet beast list! ]

[Le, I have no objection~]

[+1 above, I have no objection hahaha! ]

[Are you really just an Internet beggar? Do you just go wherever there is popularity? ]

[I heard that there is a fortune teller who can tell you the result after three divinations recently? He charges 3,000 yuan for one fortune telling. Master Wu Tian, ​​do you dare to try your luck with him? ]

Most of the people in the live broadcast room came to criticize the monk Wu Tian.

In response to this, the monk Wutan did not respond at all.

It was as if he couldn't see the comments and he just kept talking nonsense there, cursing all the anchors who criticized him for trying to gain popularity.

"A fortune teller who can tell you the exact number of divinations in three steps? Three thousand dollars for the divination?"

"Who the hell is he? Pah!"

"Dear donors, fortune-telling is all fake. Those deceitful charlatans talk nonsense all day long and always predict bloody disasters..."

"I will beat up any charlatan I see!"

The monk Wu Tian started to scold as soon as he found an opportunity.

He used to be a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, where he learned a lot of Kung Fu and also hung out outside in previous years, so he had the temperament of a social gangster.

Fans in the live broadcast room are also happy to watch him criticize others.

After all, aren't they watching the Joker's live broadcast just for the fun?
[I heard that the fortune-teller is actually a real Taoist priest? ]

[Master Wu Tian, ​​why don't you go and have a fight with that 'Three Trigrams, One Down'? Let's see whether your Shaolin Kung Fu is better, or the Taoist Tai Chi is better? ]

[I feel like it’s hanging hahaha~]

[I have watched the live broadcast of 'Three Divinations, One Draw', and it is said that the predictions are quite accurate...]

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