Chapter 179 Let You Charge High Ticket Fees, This Time Ga Wu Whole Corpse
Chapter 179 If you charge a high ticket fee, there won’t be a whole corpse this time.
Author: Carrot to Heaven
Master Buhui remembered who Yan Jiu was.
He subconsciously squeezed a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and secretly prayed that Lou Nayu could listen to his voice. He was shocked by a series of comments from netizens.
He will die!?
As a believer of the god Lou Nayu, mortals worship him devoutly. The feedback power given to him by the god Lou Nayu is endless. How could his name still appear in the book of life and death?
He wanted to block the message in front of him, but Yan Jiu's comments brought out the fear of death deep in his heart.
Somehow.
He clicked on Yan Jiu's ID, and the ten words "walk slowly and don't send him to the funeral home" came into view.
Master Buhui's eyes fell on Yan Jiu's number of fans and he murmured: "30.12 million?"
As Lou Nayu's spokesperson in the human world, Master Buhui has been quietly accumulating faith for him.
Live streaming is one of the ways to build faith.
If the number of fans could be converted into the power of faith, wouldn't Yan Jiu be more powerful than Lou Nayushen!?
Netizens don’t know Master Buhui’s doubts, and they have brought the melon-eating crowd’s persona to the extreme.
[How many fans do you greet as soon as you come up?]
[It’s better than Lord Jiu asking for other people’s lives as soon as he comes up.]
【Which side are you standing in front of?】
[I have not found Master Buhui’s fault so far. Who knows whether it is just a falsehood and just what others say.]
[You have to throw the evidence in your face to find out? Don’t you know you won’t read the evidence in the comments? 】
【Stop arguing, it's the problem.】
[Underworld is not a garbage dump. Unclassified things like bald donkeys should have no way to enter. 】
[No regrets: Should I say thank you for co-writing?]
[No, it’s time to say “Mom, I’m going to sail away tonight”~]
The comments in the live broadcast room finally returned to Master Buhui's eyelids as to whether or not he would perform.
At this time.
The Buddhist string in Master Buhui's hand was strangely broken due to the excessive rotation.
Round beads were scattered all over the floor.
This moment.
Master Buhui understands what "big beads and small beads fall on a jade plate" is, and he also understands what fear is.
His heart seemed to be tightened little by little by the thread on the beads, making him panic and hurt.
Almost at the same time.
The high-tech boiler beside Master Buhui burst out with a dazzling red light, and the high temperature and the sound of bombing intertwined, paving death in the live broadcast room.
The people who were still healthy one second ago turned into several arcs this second, sliding across the sky in a fragmented trend.
The violent explosion prevented Master Buhui's cell phone from surviving the damage and became the second sacrifice.
Netizens were frightened by this unexpected scene, and screams covered Yan Jiu's comment area.
【Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!】
[I admit that I knelt down on the spot!]
[To be honest, I already vaccinated myself, but I was still scared.]
[If you charge a high ticket fee, there won’t be a whole corpse this time!]
[I want to know, how is that brother who guessed that the old bald donkey would be involved in the high-tech explosion? 】
【What kind of guess?】
[What do you mean, another prophet is born? 】
【Let us welcome the new generation of prophets.】
[I believe you, you are such a bad old man!]
[I have no other ideas, I just want to know how Master Jiu managed to win over the other person by paying attention? 】
【Now let’s ask the rightful owner. 】
[@walk slowly and don’t send a funeral train!]
Yan Jiu doesn’t know the netizen’s @.
She is writing and drawing on the table.
After Yan Jiu saw Master Buhui's face, she wondered what evil he had done in his life.
She did not ignore the connection between the other party and Wu Nian.
He quickly drew up a picture of the relationship between the characters, and at this moment, Lang Zongyi happened to push the door open and enter.
Yan Jiu subconsciously said: "Don't you know how to knock on the door?"
Lang Zongyi subconsciously apologized: "Sorry."
Finished apologizing.
Lang Zongyi looked up at his office, and then stared straight at Yan Jiu, who was "dove occupying the magpie's nest".
Yan Jiu quickly stood up from the chair and said with a smile: "I'm used to it, I'm used to it."
She said while downloading the video.
Then huddle in the corner and act like quail.
It was quiet for a few seconds.
Yan Jiu inexplicably felt that this situation was a bit familiar, and she looked at the corner where she had visited for the second time.
Some emotions: Last time she came here, she was still trying to figure out the bones, but now she doesn’t have to~
Lang Zongyi was satisfied with Yan Jiu's attitude.
He slowly closed the door.
He took two steps towards the seat.
When the familiar room was filled with Yan Jiu's scent, Lang Zongyi felt like he was in a sauna and being roasted by the high temperature.
inevitable.
Lang Zongyi thought of Yan Jiu's mischief that day.
The images of the past were reflected in his mind, like the spring breeze blowing through a barren area where not a single blade of grass grew.
The sense of touch is amplified little by little.
It can't help but make someone's thoughts wander, so that someone's temples are sweating from the memories.
Lang Zongyi took a big step back.
The door opened violently.
Trying to have close contact with the air outside the room.
Yan Jiu was stunned: "What's wrong?"
Lang Zongyi pretended that nothing happened: "It's nothing."
Yan Jiu half-squinted her eyes.
It didn't take long to understand Lang Zongyi's stiffness.
She hurriedly raised four fingers and said: "Senior brother, don't worry, I won't touch your bones again, I'll give you four!"
Yan Jiu showed her attitude that she would never overstep her bounds.
Lang Zongyi's eyebrows suddenly twitched.
He unbuttoned his collar unnaturally.
Under Yan Jiu's gaze.
Lang Zongyi said: "Operation Group 36 has traces of the fugitive sharks. I believe there will be good news soon."
He walked back to his desk.
At first glance, I saw the character relationship diagram.
In the middle of the paper is a stick figure wearing a cloak. On the top of the stick figure's head is the word Lou Nayu marked with a red marker. With him as the center, there are three people connected, namely, the cigar man of the entertainment company, the Sipo of Zhushan Village, and the Supreme.
Temple has no regrets.
And on the far left is a stick figure named Wu Nian with a question mark on his face.
Yan Jiu stepped forward and placed his index finger on the stick figure holding a Buddhist skewer: "Senior brother, do you know this bald donkey?"
Lang Zongyi: "..."
He was about to say that he was more than acquainted with him, but the other party was still under the surveillance of the special unit.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the desktop computer being opened, and on the screen was Master Buhui's account.
Yan Jiu sighed and said: "The bead string in his hand is from the same sect as the one She Shan gave me. It looks like he is one of Lou Nayu's followers, but it's a pity that it's already worn out."
She originally wanted the person to live for a few more days, so that she could seize the only clues she had so far and investigate further.
It's a pity that Tiandao doesn't think so, and her speed of folding paper cranes cannot match Fang Ga's speed.
Lang Zongyi was slightly surprised: "The superiors intend to encircle Wushang Temple and capture them alive after the new year."
What he meant was that the Special Bureau had always paid attention to the Supreme Temple, but it just hadn't been the time to take action yet.
Yan Jiu shrugged.
Decided to put it behind me for now.
Lang Zongyi said again: "I just asked someone to check. There have been too many new accounts in your live broadcast room these few times. They are neither comments nor trolls. They may be Rose Cross."
Yan Jiu has always been good at focusing on key points. She said sincerely: "Senior brother is so good to me."
Lang Zongyi choked: "It's by the way."
Yan Jiu responded: "Okay, okay."
Lang Zongyi could only change the subject: "The Hong family is a mafia family in Country M and is also a famous arms dealer. As for "Starry Night", we have also heard about it."
Knowing that "Starry Night" cannot be peeked into using magic, they speculated that one of the magic weapons might be hidden in "Starry Night".
The moment Hong Yu returned to China.
Lang Zongyi received information from Huo Yu - an investigation order sent to Huo Yu by his superiors.
But they were still in the Lang family at that time.
I couldn't get away to ask.
Later, when he heard that "Starry Night" had been stolen, Lang Zongyi subconsciously thought it was Rose Cross.
After all, they could guess that there was a magic weapon in "Starry Night", and Rose Cross was more likely to guess it.
When Jian Bude came forward to besiege Hong Yu.
Lang Zongyi became more and more certain: "The reason why Rose Cross stole "Starry Night" and made Jian Bude take the risk of being discovered by us must be Hong Yu."
The more he spoke, the more confident he became, as if he had found the reason why he took the initiative to cause trouble before.
Yan Jiu nodded and said: "The magic weapon in that painting has not been discovered for so many years. Maybe the Rose Cross can't solve the mystery, but can Hong Yu, an ordinary person, do it?"
