I am a funeral anchor, and the one who pays attention to the whole network is scared to death!

After thinking about it, Zhang Fan was not in a hurry to pay attention, and followed the live broadcast to watch.

I saw that Guan Yulong took out a compass from his pocket, swung it around a few times, then frowned, and walked in one direction.

"Brothers, I found it."

"Shh... this is here, the yin is very heavy... there are dirty things here..."

"Look at me doing a little trick to lure this calf out!"

After finishing speaking, Guan Yulong took out another talisman from his pocket.

Then, he made a strange gesture and chanted some incantations in a mess.

The curse is over.

"rise!"

Guan Yulong put the talisman in his palm, and after a while of rubbing, two balls of flames suddenly rose from the palms of his hands.

Seeing this scene, the live broadcast room was shocked.

[Dig the groove, control the flame, is this the legendary flame palm? 】

[Awesome, there is something!What a fucking six! 】

[I always thought that the anchor was bragging, but I didn't expect that there was actually a job in hand! 】

[If this is the case, can I think that there is really a ghost in this place? 】

[Supernatural power, this is supernatural power! 】

【…】

There were all kinds of flattery in the live broadcast room, but Zhang Fan's eyes were fixed on the tombstone.

"The tomb of loving father Ye Dashan, filial son: Ye Xiaoshan, why is this name so familiar? I seem to have seen it in the contract today..."

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Fan suddenly remembered something.

Isn't this Ye Dashan the fat uncle who wanted to ask Zhao Yong to help move the grave when he got off work today?

The fat uncle has been getting worse every day since his father was buried. Is there really something wrong with this place?

It shouldn't be... This is just a juggling act.

After thinking about it, Zhang Fan switched apps, found Li Xiaohui's contact information, and asked:

【Xiaohui, please help me to ask, is that fat uncle this afternoon called Ye Xiaoshan, and is his father's name Ye Dashan. 】

[Okay boss, let's do it right away. 】

Li Xiaohui replied in seconds.

About 3 minutes later, Zhang Fan received a reply: [Yes, I called to confirm. 】

[Okay, go to bed early, there is a funeral tomorrow. 】

After replying, Zhang Fan switched back to the Douying live broadcast room.

I glanced at the address in the lower right corner, and it was about the same distance from the fat uncle's mouth. It must have happened by coincidence.

In the live broadcast at this time, Guan Yulong had already placed more than a dozen kinds of props on the grave, and he basically played all the tricks he learned from the circus.

The audience, who didn't know the truth, really regarded him as a master, and praised him in various ways in the barrage, and some even suggested that he should clean up Changhong's funeral.

"Brothers, don't worry, have you seen these three incense sticks? Before the incense burns out, I will pull out Wei Wei and beat him to death, and then I will go down the mountain safely."

Seeing this, Zhang Fan couldn't stand it for a second.

Anyway, this is also the ancestral grave of my customer, what have you done to me!

If you don't stop it, you will throw him out!

"Excessive!"

Frowning, Zhang Fan raised his hand as a sign of attention.

[Changhong's one-stop service for funerals and burials followed the anchor. 】

[Brother, let’s play and play, don’t make fun of my customer, the grave in front of you is my customer, I advise you to clean up the garbage on the ground as soon as possible, don’t play with fire and set yourself on fire!In addition, the one-stop activity of 75% off in our store is still going on, welcome to book! 】

On the public screen, two messages popped up.

For a moment, Guan Yulong and the netizens were all dumbfounded.

Guan Yulong was stunned, at a loss, and the netizens were also shocked by this reversal, and the bullet screen became a little deserted at this moment.

It was quiet inside and out.

However, at this moment, a breeze blew.

The three incense sticks in front of Wang Yulong were extinguished.

———-38 to 141 are transitional plots, I don’t want to have too much time to complete the task, I don’t like to skip it directly, don’t chase me and scold me, thank you——

Chapter 138 I'll just ask the way, why are you running?

In the wilderness, the sky is dark, the live broadcast is catching ghosts, and the wind is blowing.

Originally, the atmosphere in the studio was weird enough.

After Zhang Fan's screen name appeared, the atmosphere was directly pushed to the extreme.

The water friends in the live broadcast room quickly clicked on Zhang Fan's homepage to determine if this is Brother Funeral himself.

In addition to the entry of the funeral army, the barrage quickly exploded.

[Good guy, here comes the dirty stuff, you go! 】

[West grass... Brother Funeral pays attention, and the fragrance disappears. 】

【How to say?Specializing in all kinds of evil sects, Brother Funeral is here, what do you say? 】

[This is the customer of Brother Funeral, brother, you are breaking ground on the head of Tai Sui! 】

[Anchor, don't panic, Flame palms Thunder Fist, are you afraid that he is a calf?dog head. 】

[I hope you have a few brushes tonight... Otherwise, you may really touch something dirty. 】

[Why are you staring blankly, why don't you knock one out quickly! 】

[The anchor, don't be in a daze, the clothes will be worn out in a while! 】

【…】

The Flaming Palm accidentally ignited the corner of his clothes, and Guan Yulong recovered from his panic.

He quickly took off his clothes, looked at the live camera and said:

"Why did Brother Funeral come here? This is really flooding the Dragon King Temple. Since this is your customer's site, then I will spare him for the time being."

"Don't worry, when I leave, I must take the magic weapon on the ground with me."

"That... Brothers, I made a calculation just now. It is really not suitable to use the law today. I will come back another day, and I will definitely clear this matter up."

"Download it first... No, I can't download it yet..."

Wu Yulong originally wanted to broadcast at the speed of light, but he was afraid that he would die in the wilderness, so he had to bite the bullet and continue broadcasting.

Who would have thought that putting on some program effects at night would get the funeral brother's head.

This is such a blatant revenge... This funeral brother is really a bit unreasonable!

Excessive!

Thinking this way in his heart, but Wu Yulong didn't dare to express it. He put away the 'magical instruments' on the ground one by one with a short body, then turned his head and walked down the mountain.

"Brothers, it's not that I'm cowardly, I just want to save face for Brother Funeral."

"Look, I didn't cause any substantial harm to Brother Funeral's customers. Brother Funeral shouldn't attack me, do you think so?"

While walking, Wu Yulong comforted himself.

In the live broadcast room, water friends were also moved by his "sincerity", and they all spoke to comfort them.

[Stop reading, Brother Funeral has already left. 】

[You are cowardly. 】

[Brother, it’s okay to lie to your buddies, but don’t lie to yourself. 】

[The funeral brother is paying attention to you, what do you think? 】

[The descent down the mountain at night was already scary, but the funeral brother paid attention to it, tsk tsk tsk, come on! 】

[Honestly, are your family members big bosses? 】

[Before I die, I hope you can pass on the secret of Flame Palm! 】

【…】

In the live broadcast room, bullet screens kept floating by.

And Zhang Fan had withdrawn from the live broadcast room less than 1 minute after clicking and following.

After Zhang Fan left, the number of people online in the live broadcast room also began to drop precipitously.

Indifferently, there are still some netizens who are attracted by the weird atmosphere and want to see if Wu Yulong can go down the mountain safely.

Soon, 10 minutes passed.

Wu Yulong has come to the halfway up the mountain.

He carefully raised the flashlight and illuminated the road ahead.

Ahead is a fork in the road, and Wu Yulong has forgotten the way he came.

For a moment, he panicked, his legs trembled and he said, "Brothers...does anyone live nearby, come and pick me up for a while...Is there any fellow countryman?"

[How can there be any fellow countryman, you are not afraid of a fellow countryman coming out this late at night? 】

[Let's go, it's all downhill, it's too scary. 】

[Choose one at random, as long as you can go down, you will be safe! 】

[Anchor, there is a figure behind you. 】

[Really, anchor, you turn around and give me a cat look. 】

[Nothing?Don't be scary, okay? 】

[Digging, you can't see such a big man! 】

[Don't look back, don't look back, people have three lights, turn back and the lights go out! 】

【…】

Soon, netizens responded.

Although there are no fellow villagers who live here, netizens who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, just made a joke directly.

However, Wu Yulong was frightened by these bullet screens.

"Brothers...you...don't be inferior to me..."

Looking at the intersection ahead, Wu Yulong was sweating profusely nervously, and his heart began to beat rapidly.

He trembled and turned around slowly.

"Huh...huh..."

Seeing that there was no one behind him, Wu Yulong's tense nerves relaxed a little, and he gasped heavily.

However, at this moment, behind him, a hoarse voice sounded:

"My fellow... my fellow...wait for me..."

"?!"

Hearing the movement behind him, Wu Yulong's eyes widened suddenly, his limbs stiffened instantly, his heart beat wildly, and his pupils constricted!

This... fellow... said Cao Cao Cao Cao will be there?

But, this fellow, is he really a fellow?

No...is that thing?