The master of metaphysics live broadcasts raising a baby online

The experience of being deceived by many people made the atmosphere in the live broadcast room depressed for a long time.

Shen Xi was also a little uneasy. She had always been happy with revenge, or she would kill him directly. Such a cruel method of torturing people, leaving no bones behind after death, was simply abnormal!

Even if the heart is heavy, the hexagrams still have to be calculated.

Shen Xi opened the third connection, and the person who grabbed the connection this time was a man named Xiao Zhao, a worker.

Xiao Zhao, a migrant worker, couldn't wait to say as soon as he got connected: "Hello, anchor, I would like to ask you to figure out the whereabouts of my uncle."

[Why are you looking for someone again? Don't be like a boat in the sea, I can't stand this kind of stimulation. 】

[I want to watch Sister Xi’s live broadcast, but I’m also afraid of experiencing what just happened again. I’m afraid I’ll cry to death after hearing this. 】

[The safety factor in our country is still very high. If you really go missing, you won’t encounter such vicious things. 】

Xiao Zhao, a migrant worker, was holding his mobile phone as if he were walking in a village. There were no street lights except for the moonlight.

"Hello, Xiao Zhao, please tell me the specific situation first."

Xiao Zhao, a migrant worker: "My uncle's brain was damaged by a high fever when he was a child, so he is a bit silly, but he can handle basic self-care problems. He is very kind and treats everyone with his heart."

"Our family has some money in the village, and we helped my uncle find a wife. Either he thought he was a fool, or he looked down on other girls. As time went by, no one was willing to help my uncle find a matchmaker, so he was over fifty. He is still a bachelor."

Having said this, the worker Xiao Zhao smiled sheepishly.

Soon, he said anxiously: "I opened a store in the county. My parents are helping in the store. My uncle doesn't want to be with us. He is usually in the village. Everyone says that he is the guardian of our village. .”

Many people felt strange when they heard about the village guard.

[Nothing malicious, just curious about who the village guard is? 】

[Does every village have a village guard? What are they trying to protect in the village? 】

[I know the village guards, they just look silly and look abnormal, but they are willing to do any dirty work if they are given some food. 】

[My grandfather said that the villagers are very kind and they all sacrifice for others. My grandfather's brother is the village guard, a very kind old man, but he was bullied by the children in the village. 】

Shen Xi said quietly: "Most of the village guards have five shortcomings and three deficiencies, and usually their life spans are not too long."

[Does that mean that they were very vicious people in their previous lives, and they are here to pay off their debts in this life? 】

[Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand. The village guard is obviously a kind person. He became enlightened after going through suffering. 】

[There is a village guard in every village, and they are the first to arrive without being notified of weddings, funerals, and weddings. 】

[Before the epidemic, our village guard was the first to wear a mask. When everyone asked him why, he said that everyone would soon wear a mask. Later, when the epidemic broke out, everyone actually wore a mask. 】

[When I was a child, there was a village guard. He kept everything tidy and would beg for food from hundreds of families every time it was time to eat. He would also take the initiative to help with things, so no one hated him. 】

"Then why is your uncle missing?" Shen Xi noticed that Xiao Zhao had been staring at the barrage and reminded him.

Xiao Zhao, a migrant worker, also likes to watch live broadcasts. He watched the barrage with relish for a long time and smiled sheepishly when he heard Shen Xi's reminder.

"It has been raining recently. My parents were worried that my uncle would not be able to eat or sleep alone in the village, so they asked me to pick him up and take him to the county seat."

"I've been back for the past few days, but I haven't found my uncle yet. My neighbor said he was so happy that he didn't know what he was doing every day, so I didn't take it seriously."

"There was a mudslide in the village last night. My dad said he dreamed that my uncle was asking for help, so we hurried back to the village early in the morning to look for someone. Little did we know that my uncle was not at home at all."

Only then did the worker Xiao Zhao panic.

Although the uncle is a bit stupid, no one in the family dislikes him, otherwise they would not want to take him to live with him in the county town.

Shen Xi looked at the anxious look of the migrant worker Xiao Zhao and said, "Send me your uncle's birthday and horoscope."

Xiao Zhao, a migrant worker, hurriedly called his father, asked him about his uncle's birth date, and then sent it privately to Shen Xi.

Xiao Zhao's father, Lao Zhao, was in his sixties and looked quite strong. He lowered his voice and reprimanded: "Xiao Zhao, what's the matter with you? Your uncle is gone. Are you still in the mood to watch the live broadcast?"

Xiao Zhao, a migrant worker, hurriedly explained: "Dad, don't worry. I asked the anchor for help just because I couldn't find my uncle. Shen Xi is very good at fortune telling on live broadcasts, and Xiaojuan is her loyal fan."

Hearing that his daughter-in-law Xiaojuan was a loyal fan of Shen Xi, Zhao couldn't help but take a few more glances at the live broadcast room.

Shen Xi also took a look at Lao Zhao's face and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhao, judging from your father's face, your uncle is not in danger now."

Hearing that there was no danger, Xiao Zhao and Old Zhao relaxed.

Lao Zhao couldn't care about anything else at this moment and immediately asked Shen Xi: "Little girl, where is my brother? We can't find him. Even if there is no danger, we are still panicking."

"Uncle, don't worry, I'm calculating the specific location based on the birth date."

Upon hearing this, Lao Zhao did not dare to rush, and kept staring at Shen Xi.

The audience in the live broadcast room was amused when they saw Lao Zhao's expression, and they all started making fun of him on the barrage.

[The uncle's expression is so serious. If Sister Xi hadn't had the real stuff, he would have been frightened by this look. 】

[The facial features of Xiao Zhao and his son are quite similar. They share the same face. 】

[I felt relieved when Sister Xi said that Uncle Zhao was fine. My great-grandfather’s cousin was also a village guard. He couldn’t come up from the reservoir in order to save the child who fell into the water. 】

"Xiao Zhao, the mountain behind your village is in the direction of the dead people buried in the village."

When Xiao Zhao heard this, he immediately called on Old Zhao to rush to the back mountain.

Xiao Zhao's uncle, as the village guard, has a good relationship with the village. When they heard that he was missing, people in the village were helping to find him.

Seeing the Zhao family father and son running toward the back mountain, everyone spontaneously followed behind them, thinking they could lend a hand if they needed help.

Xiao Zhao and his son rushed to the place where the dead were buried in the back mountain as quickly as possible. They saw that several graves were buried beneath the mudslides, and Xiao Zhao's uncle was missing.

"Anchor, didn't you say my uncle is here?"

Before Shen Xi could speak, a villager shouted: "Xiao Zhao, he is here and buried underneath."

Xiao Zhao's uncle was buried under the sand, with only half of his head exposed.

When everyone saw this, they started looking for tools to dig out the sand without saying a word.

"Uncle, don't be afraid, we are here to save you, just hold on!"

"Brother, you must hold on. How can I be worthy of my parents who are in heaven if you have one?"

Lao Zhao looked at his younger brother like this. His hands seemed to feel no pain. He dug while talking, and soon his hands were full of scars.