"What a cannon! I didn't recognize it at first! ”

"He's amazing...... The first time I started broadcasting, I ate bibimbap, and the second time I started broadcasting on the grave! This is the third time, go directly to the side of the Nai He Bridge to coax those ghosts who are going to be reincarnated to drink Meng Po soup! ”

"Kill him! Kill me too, by the way! ”

"What a coincidence! I'm on my way to Nai He Bridge by subway now! Before I was reincarnated, I thought about watching the cannon live broadcast again, but I didn't expect to wait for it!"

"Did you go to Nai He Bridge to see the scene?"

"I'll go, I'll go!"

"Take me one!"

“+1！”

……

Sima Tongzhao's live broadcast room successfully broke through the eight-figure figure in a few songs, and at the same time attracted countless ghosts to walk out of their homes and take the subway to Naihe Bridge, just like witnessing my face.

The male ghosts of the entire underworld are restless!

It also caused countless families to break up tonight.

However, as the initiator, I had no idea of such a change and the fan crisis that might ensue next.

I played the guitar wholeheartedly, with nothing else in my mind, and experienced my own life insights in the vast number of causes and effects, facing more and more ghosts standing on the table or hanging on the roof of the shed.

"What's the whole thing?"

I stopped playing the guitar, and the long-term consumption of the causal eye was something that my physical fitness couldn't stand at all, so I had to choose to turn it off.

The songs in my stomach are also empty.

Those expectant glances made me feel pressured, and I tried to blow up my brain bag before I remembered a song.

"Please wave your hands, friends from the audience!"

I adjusted the atmosphere again, lowered my voice and shouted hoarsely, and said to the guitar accompaniment: "I look at myself naïve...... Appears in the story without me...... Waiting for my response...... One reason why it came to this......"

There was a little confusion in the eyes of the ghosts, and they waved their numb arms, not knowing what they were thinking along with the song, or what they were remembering because of the song. There were no more ghosts screaming hysterically in line with my crazy performance, except for the physical ghosts who wept as the music rendered.

"He understands!"

I suddenly stood up, frantically swept the strings as if they were condensing into a stream of singing and stabbed into their chests, suffocating them.

"He understands!"

I closed my dry eyes, stopped sweeping the strings, and aimed at the net cloud suppression microphone to shout harder.

"I can't afford it!"

I remembered the scene when I had to drive my sister away that day.

I remembered the despair of falling from the sixth floor.

There is no teenager in front of me who has been tossed to the point of embarrassment because of life, but the boy is still running wantonly in my heart, even if there is no direction, even if there is no ending and result.

I am freed from the darkness and depravity of the past.

As if wishing for the flame to be rekindled by me, I swept the strings twice and choked up, "So I turned and walked towards death!"

"She understands!"

There is only my singing voice in the silent music square.

"She understands!"

There are 30,000 words in the world, but only love words hurt people the most.

Love is love.

Family affection is affection.

Friendship is also love.

Birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, hatred, love and separation, can't ask for it, the five yin are blazing. The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in the world, and samsara is nothing more than the experience of more different causes and effects, and these things will never disappear.

But that doesn't mean we lose our minds and hope!

Babbling the world, babbling the world.

Since it's a dream, it's a dream.

It is all the more important to move forward with your head held high and never look back.

At this moment, I seem to realize that my hope for survival should not be pinned on the system mother, let alone how to be a salted fish.

No longer trying.

It's not like you're missing a finger in the future.

After all, what I want most now is to live.

The ghosts in the field will welcome a new life after drinking Meng Po soup.

I figured I should send them away.

For themselves, and for them.

"I can't afford it!"

The ghosts in the audience did not feel sad because of my superficial negative energy lyrics, but raised their heads after my emotional thinking turned around.

There was a fire of hope in their eyes, just like me.

They think that no matter what happens in the next life, they must become the person they want to become, even if it is a long road, even if it is overcoming obstacles.

Tens of thousands of ghosts have undergone earth-shaking changes.

They clenched the beer in their hands, and after waiting for my order to drink the Meng Po soup, they walked across the bridge with the hope that their memories would not fade away.

"So he turned around and walked towards reincarnation!"

After singing the last lyrics, I bent down to find Meng Po beer with a hazy eye, and lifted the bottle to aim at the ghosts in the audience.

All the ghosts moved in unison, and they held up their bottles as if they were clinking glasses with me. They laughed, and I laughed.

"If you drink, don't you have to say a few words before drinking!"

I used to talk to them in the same way that I used to fool "customers": "Today, when we get together, I'll just say a few words!" Die, I've died! Live, I have lived! I also thought about making a fortune and prostituting ten female stars together! I've also thought about how to be a T officer with the right to qualify. are all laymen, and it's good to be greedy for money and lustful! In this life like me, I can be a saint! ”

"Hahaha!"

Maybe they didn't expect me to be so direct.

I continued to laugh: "Actually, it's good to be an ordinary person, and everyone is leaving!" I don't want you to be so rich or awesome in the next life! I just want you to be an ordinary person after you are reincarnated. ”

"Don't bother with money."

"I don't feel inferior and sad because I don't think I'm good enough."

"With my daughter-in-law by my side all year round, I can have the ability to send the elderly away safely and securely, and I can also send my children on a ride when I can't do it."

"Then, we must live well, we must live well, only by living can we have hope, and only by living can we solve those bad things."

I never lowered my hand to raise my glass: "No more ink!" I wish you all a smooth journey in reincarnation, and if you are really rich in the future, you must remember to find me! ”

"Thank you!"

"It's done!"

"Be a good person in the next life!"

"Be a layman, greedy for money and lustful."

They were responding to me.

"Bang dang!"

"It's all done!"

I got carried away and touched the beer bottle to the stage floor, then lifted the bottle to my mouth, and didn't forget to blow a little whirlwind on the bottle.

A bottle of wine was lost in less than five seconds.

The spirits followed me through the bottle.

"Everybody's optimistic! Cannon, he is so majestic and handsome when he drinks wine, has he ever brushed gifts...... Oh, my God! He actually drank Meng Po soup! ”

Sima Tongzhao paid attention to managing the barrage in the live broadcast room, he never thought that I would drink Meng Po soup emotionally!

Confused.

All of a sudden, Sima Tongzhao was really confused.

"Click......"

A bottle of beer was bigger than a bottle of drunken spirit, and my eyes were so dizzy that I couldn't see clearly, and in a trance, I smashed the beer bottle against the stage, smashing it like I was conveying some kind of message.

"Bang dang!"

"Bang dang!"

The dizziness was no longer enough to support me to stand up straight, and I knelt on one knee and slammed my forehead on the stage purely by instinct, and coughed out a sentence from my throat: "Everyone! Let's go! Way...... Downwind! ”

"Gross!"

I felt like my stomach was cramping and rolling, as if the twelve colons were binding the small intestine with the large intestine, and the sulfuric acid burned my stomach mucosa and made me unable to suppress the vomiting of acid water from my stomach.

One sip after another, and then there was no more sour water to spit out.

My eyes were fogged with tears, and a mixture of memories flashed through my mind, the ones that impressed me.

In the deep memory fragments, I seemed to be a bystander, seeing with my own eyes holding my sister's hand and running to the big truck driving on the side of the road in an attempt to be hit and killed, and seeing the beautiful scene of living with Lao Zhou and his wife.

I think of the Yin Changhuan couple who died in front of me.

I think of Gou Chang, who is clutching his heart and bent on death.

Thinking of the envelope left before he died, he sighed and regretted that he could not be loyal to the king of hatred, Ling Meiyu and Liang Daochang in the flower incident.

The finger I had severed seemed to be reconnected from the wound.

"Ahh

I clenched my fists and banged on the stage desperately, unreservedly bursting with real strength to smash the stage to the point of collapse and smash into ruins. Then I fell into the rubble, my fists still pounding, and my fists were a blur of flesh and blood.

The crunch of bones breaking makes me happier and happier.

The pain in my stomach made me more excited and ecstatic.

I was looking forward to death, and there were invisible forces of heaven and earth killing my seven emotions and six desires and nervous senses.

Until it was pitch black in front of him, and he fell into a dead silence.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for getting a subclass: Meng Po."