Online fortune-telling: Xiaoyou, your son has another father

Chapter 206 Paper Ash
Lu Heng deliberately imitated the singing style of the beautiful aunt in "The Old Corpse in the Mountain Village" in the previous life.

This resentful and strange singing, combined with the gloomy and dark surroundings, really makes people shudder.

"Fuck!"

"Brother, where did you learn this from?"

"It made me tremble with fear!"

"Look, goosebumps are standing up!"

While talking, Yang Qingshu rolled up his sleeves, showing his goosebumps.

"Yeah, it's scary!"

Song Qing who was not far away also had a terrified expression.

She just wanted to get close to him and show her face in Yang Qingshu's live broadcast room.

As a result, the plan was scared by Lu Heng before it was implemented.

Although she doesn't believe in ghosts and ghosts, this song is too scary to hold back!

At the same time, the water friends in Yang Qingshu's live broadcast room were also frantically posting barrage.

"What song is this Nima singing? Why does it make me feel chilly?"

"Damn it, like Commander Yang, I also have goosebumps!"

"I was scared to death! I was about to pick up a takeaway, but the corridor was so dark that I didn't dare to go out!"

"The monsters and monsters leave quickly... the monsters and monsters leave quickly..."

"My brother is really a live broadcast genius!"

"This half of the song has boosted Commander Yang's popularity."

"Brother's singing, why is it like a resentful woman? Don't let a ghost get on your body?"

"Could it be that there are really ghosts in Li Family Village?"

"Of course there are ghosts! Commander Yang is a big pervert!"

"The lyrics are a bit wrong, but listening to the tune, it is very similar to "Selling Meat to Raise Orphans" sung by famous Cantonese opera master Zhang Xueying!"

"It is indeed "Selling Meat to Raise Orphans", but you must have misremembered the lyrics, right?"

"I'm convinced! The famous aria is sung so horribly and terribly by my little brother..."

After resting for a while, Zhao Jinde waved for everyone to go down the mountain and continue to Lijia Village.

Going down is much easier than going up.

In less than an hour, a group of five people had already reached the foot of the mountain.

The destination of this trip, Lijia Village, is just 300 meters away.

"Don't talk about it, this dark and quiet deserted village really has a taste!"

Yang Qingshu squinted his eyes and said excitedly after knocking.

"indeed!"

Zhao Jinde nodded in agreement.

Before the live broadcast was over this time, his number of fans had already exceeded 30.

Next, if there is any good program effect, it seems that it will not be a problem to rush to 50.

"Let's go!"

Zhao Jinde took a deep breath and greeted everyone to enter the village.

The five entered the village one after another, observing their surroundings as they walked.

Zhao Jinde frowned.

To be honest, he observed for a long time, but it turned out that there was no difference between Lijia Village and other barren villages.

The same weeds everywhere, the same desolation and dilapidation, the same silence.

The only difference may be that the name of Lijiacun has become more famous.

At this time, the audience in his live broadcast room showed dissatisfaction.

"That's it? That's it?"

"I'm looking forward to it, but I didn't expect it to be another ordinary deserted village!"

"The legendary ghost village is nothing more than that!"

"Nonsense, do you still expect to see ghosts? Where are there so many ghosts for you to see?"

"The anchor will change careers in the future!"

"The gimmick is quite violent, but in fact it's really stretching the hips!"

"Brothers, don't worry, the anchor will give you some work later!"

"Is there a ghost pretending to appear? This has become a routine for outdoor adventure anchors."

Looking at the audience's comments in the live broadcast room, Zhao Jinde couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Just when he was about to open his mouth to explain, a gust of wind suddenly blew over.

This gust of wind made him shiver inexplicably.

I don't know what came with the wind and blew directly on his face.

Zhao Jinde wiped his face subconsciously, and then he froze in place instantly, as if he had been cast under a holding spell.

"What's the matter, Brother Zhao?"

Song Qing turned her head to look at Zhao Jinde who was standing still, and asked curiously.

"Paper... paper..."

Zhao Jinde said with a trembling voice.

After the other four looked at each other, they hurried forward to check.

Under the illumination of the strong flashlight, Zhao Jinde's face was pale, and a gray mark was smeared on his cheek.

On his left hand, there were even a few small pieces of gray matter.

Xiao Ma squeezed it forward, frowned and said, "It seems to be paper ashes!"

At the same time, another gust of wind suddenly blew up.

Lu Heng casually scooped it up in the air, and when he opened his palm, it turned out to be a piece of burnt paper ashes.

After he glanced at it, he said in a deep voice, "It's not just paper ashes, it's paper ashes from burning paper money!"

"Paper money?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Yang Qingshu and the others changed immediately.

The audience and fans in the four-person live broadcast room are also in high spirits at this time.

"Fuck! It's really paper ashes!"

"Isn't there no one in this Li family village? Where did the ashes come from?"

"Could it be that someone outside the mountain burned paper and was blown in by the wind?"

"Impossible? Qingming Mountain is so big, with lush vegetation, it's impossible for paper ashes to blow in?"

"I can't do it! I already feel my scalp is a little numb!"

"My mother, are there really ghosts in this world?"

"Fuck! Buddha and Taoist bless you!"

"My mother asked me why I was kneeling to watch the live broadcast, and my legs were so frightened!"

"There are no ghosts in this world. Believe in science! Believe in science! Ma De, where is my Buddha statue?"

"Hahaha! I'm dying of laughter, isn't it obvious that the host is doing the whole thing?"

"You guys are still too immature, this must be the drama that these anchors had people burn paper in the village in advance!"

"It doesn't feel like it! If it's really acting, this level of acting skills is just killing the little fresh meat!"

"There is no one in the deserted village, the wind is blowing, and the ashes of paper money are blown up by the wind and scattered all over the sky..."

"At this time, a woman's laughter suddenly came from my ears! Looking back suddenly, a woman in a red skirt was leaning against the door and giggling..."

"The woman in the red dress: Brother, the full set is [-], and the night package is [-]!"

"6! You guys know how to play tricks!"

"Get out of the way! A mere female ghost, dare to scare people, look at the old monk's demon pestle..."

As the dark wind blew, more and more ashes of paper money were blown in front of the five people.

Not long after, there was even a layer of paper dust on the ground.

The scene in front of him made Zhao Jinde a little dumbfounded.

This this……

Could it be that there are really ghosts in Li Family Village?

After this idea popped up, Zhao Jinde couldn't help but gasped.

How is this good?

At this time, he was a little hesitant in his heart.

If the ghost is really photographed, then he will definitely become famous all over the country!

What money, what reputation, what resources, all are not a problem.

But if this is the case, can he still live?
Maybe someone else slept with his wife, spent his money, beat his son...

The future seems to depend on the choice in front of you!
After thinking for a long time, Zhao Jinde already had the answer in his heart.

Give it a go, turn your bike into a motorcycle...

(End of this chapter)