Live broadcast: Stop pretending, I am the God of Destiny!

Chapter 58: Really became rich overnight!

"Oh my god! It's so amazing!"

Hu Tutu's face was full of surprise, and he hugged the phone camera and kissed several times!
Su Chen's face turned green!

Imagine a [-]-foot man wearing women's clothes, his face white with vomit, his big lips red, and then he hugs you and kisses you twice...

It's a miracle that Su Chen didn't vomit, okay?

At this moment, those viewers who called him a liar in Su Chen's live broadcast room all shut up.

Hu Tutu, the anchor, is quite well-known in the live broadcasting industry. I don't know how many anchors have been scolded by him to quit the circle.

Although this anchor looks ugly, dresses in strange clothes, and speaks dirty words.

But this is a man who contributes money and effort in times of national disaster.

Most of the anchors who abused in the live broadcast room were black material anchors.

So netizens still prefer Hu Tutu's authenticity.

What's more, Su Chen's opening of PK tonight was also a temporary idea.

Even if the audience doesn't like Su Chen, it can't be said that he is deceiving people by special effects.

It was just such a small matter, and the wind direction in the live broadcast room suddenly changed drastically.

"Su Daochang, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

"Su Daochang, I'm sorry!"

"Su Daochang, I was wrong, I'm going to withdraw the complaint now."

……

Seeing this, Su Chen nodded with satisfaction. He suppressed his nausea and persuaded Hu Tutu: "In the future, try to reduce outdoor live broadcasts at night, especially in such a wilderness, where you are easily in danger."

Hu Tutu nodded with lingering fear, and repeatedly agreed.

Su Chen immediately hung up the pk.

And Hu Tutu went to look at the barrage, wanting to see what the audience was talking about, but when he saw it, he was stunned for a moment.

Why are there so many gifts?
In the short time he spent with Su Chen, countless viewers came to his live broadcast room to brush gifts for him, and the harder he scolded, the more viewers swiped!

Hu Tutu knew about Su Chen's scandal, so he also understood why the more he scolded, the more gifts he got.

But after Su Chen solved the problem for him, the audience in the live broadcast room seemed to be beaten up, and they kept giving him gifts...

There are so many gifts, they are more than he would give in a week's live broadcast!
Hu Tutu's eyes turned red all of a sudden!
Although he is well-known in the whole network, but with his live broadcast style, he is actually earning a sensational money.

If it wasn't forced by life, how could a man like him dress like this every day for others to broadcast live.

At this time, the barrage in the live broadcast room is like flowing water:
"Anchor, if you dare to go back the same way, I will give you ten rockets!"

"Anchor, I haven't seen a ghost yet, you have to take me to see and I'll give you gifts!"

"Anchor, return to the same route for [-] rockets, if not enough, add more!"

If these audiences really gave so many gifts, they would really get rich overnight!

Hu Tutu gritted his teeth and said directly to the driver: "Old Wang, go back!"

"Damn it! Are you fucking desperate?"

A driver who can be a Hututu naturally has a dirty mouth.

Just as Lao Wang was about to scold, Hu Tutu directly put the flowing water in front of Lao Wang.

"Gudong!"

Lao Wang turned around and returned to the original road without saying a word.

Anyway, the little Taoist priest just told him how to crack the ghost wall, and he can escape smoothly even if he encounters it again!

In the face of money, this small risk is not considered dangerous.

Su Chen soon found out the news that Hu Tutu had returned from the barrage.

Some viewers sent bullet screens to ask Su Chen to persuade Hu Tutu and the others to come back, but Su Chen refused:

"Everything depends on fate. The fate between Hu Tutu and I is over. Since he chooses to go back, there must be a reason for him to go back. How can I persuade him to come back?"

Su Chen could guess the reason why Hu Tutu could go back without doing any calculations.

People die for money, birds die for food, Su Chen also understands his thoughts.

But understanding doesn't mean that Su Chen will meddle in her own business.

We are all adults and are responsible for the choices we make.

Seeing Su Chen's firm attitude, the audience didn't post this kind of barrage again.

Su Chen continued today's live broadcast.

With the end of the two live broadcasts of Lianmai PK, Su Chen did the calculations for the other two anchors to prove his strength.

With absolute strength, Su Chen's reputation was also restored.

Su Chen didn't care about these things, and still maintained her good habit of only counting three trigrams every day, and immediately downloaded the broadcast after the mic ended.

It was already late at night, and Su Chen didn't feel sleepy after a day's sleep.

So he simply crossed his legs and used the power of divine punishment that he had attracted these days to practice.

Silent all night.

"Boom boom boom!"

At the dawn of dawn, there was a knock on the door outside the gymnasium.

Su Chen slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a foul breath.

These days, he has absorbed a lot of power of scourge, and practicing overnight has made his cultivation a little higher.

"the weather is nice today."

Su Chen happily opened the door of the gymnasium.

It was a young man who came into view.

Su Chen knew him. He was an honest farmer in a nearby village.

"Da Zhuang, why did you come here suddenly? Something happened in the village?"

Da Zhuang wiped the sweat off his head, nodded again and again, and replied: "Oh, something happened in the village, Daoist Su, do you still remember the old man at the east end of the village? His family asked me to invite him for his funeral today. You come down to eat their family's funeral wine!"

Su Chen's complexion froze, and the original good mood disappeared in an instant.

Su Chen knew the old man and was very close to him.

Unexpectedly, in such a short time, heaven and man will be separated forever.

"Taoist Master, did you hear that?" Seeing that Su Chen didn't respond, Da Zhuang asked Su Chen again.

Su Chen nodded, "Wait for me, I'll pack up and go back to the village with you."

Since it is for condolences, it should be solemn.

Su Chen went back and brought his two apprentices, Gu Han and Wang Qi, and returned to the village with Da Zhuang.

When passing by the village cemetery, Su Chen saw the smoke rising from the cemetery, and couldn't help feeling suspicious.

"Da Zhuang, has anyone died in the village recently? Why is someone burning paper in the cemetery?"

Da Zhuang shook his head repeatedly, and replied: "No! The burning paper may be because the old man is going to be buried soon, and his son and daughter have found a Feng Shui expert to help the old man choose the grave."

Picking a grave is a big deal.

"Then Da Zhuang, you go back first, I'll go and have a look."

Da Zhuang didn't stop him, and went back to the village on his own.

When Su Chen brought Gu Han and Wang Qi to the cemetery, he saw a Taoist-like man leading a group of people to look around.

"This place is good. This place belongs to water. The old man's horoscope is wood. Water and wood complement each other. If the old man is buried here, his descendants will be blessed!"

Isn't this nonsense here?

Now that Taoism has declined and Buddhism has risen, the vast majority of people's dislike for Taoists are caused by these half-knowledgeable charlatans!
Now that they met, Su Chen didn't intend to stand by and watch, but...

(End of this chapter)