As soon as this barrage came out, there was movement in the live broadcast room again.

I looked up at the black-and-white photo on the fat man's head.

The person in the photo is in his twenties, with small eyes, a round face, and a pointed chin, which really looks a little like a fat man.

But in my eyes, the person in the photo didn't smile.

I glanced down at my phone, and a netizen named Langxing Man posted a screenshot, in the screenshot, the corners of the person's mouth in the posthumous photo pulled up an obvious arc, and he was laughing.

Seeing this, I suddenly felt like I was being stared at, I jerked my head up and looked at the posthumous photo, which was normal, just like just now.

I thought about it for a while, and greeted Second Uncle Zhao, who was standing at the door smoking: "Second Uncle Zhao." Help me keep an eye on some posthumous photos, something is wrong! ”

"What's wrong?" Second Uncle Zhao exhaled a puff of smoke and asked with a frown.

"Maybe it's a resurrection!" As I answered, I quietly took out the black skin and put it on the corner of the table, Second Uncle Zhao was not in the right state. Compared to the daytime, the death aura on his body was thicker, almost the same as the ghosts he saw when he passed through the clouds.

The death breath is so thick, there is only one possibility, he is going to die.

"Really?" Second Uncle Zhao didn't believe it, so he casually threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground. Crushed with his feet, he walked into the house, stared at the photo for a while, and said, "How can there be any soul?" ”

After saying that, he returned to the door, took out a cigarette and lit it, and looked out silently, not knowing what he was looking at!

"Huh!"

I tugged at the corners of my mouth, he was treating me and the fat man as if they were touching porcelain, thinking that we wanted to add money through this means.

"What the fuck!"

I scolded, glanced at my phone again, screenshots flew around in the live broadcast room at the moment, one by one screenshots floated by, the posthumous photo not only smiled, but also made money in his eyes, when I called Second Uncle Zhao before, he even turned half of his face.

Babies love meat: Master Ren runs.

Wanderer: it, it's too big.

Kitten with short legs: so excited!

Letter 6:8: Is there a ghost? It can't be designed, right?

Your mother is dead: Urgent, a certain anchor pretended to be dead late at night and died unexpectedly, is it a moral degradation or a distortion of human nature!

Laughing girl: Chubby, what are you doing? Get up?

Laughing girl: Brother, why can't Chubby's phone call?

Laughing girl: Brother, why can't you get through on the phone?

In addition to the screenshots, various remarks on the barrage flew up, among which the girl who loves to laugh is the most conspicuous, she is Song Linger's screen name.

"Didn't get the call?"

I flipped through my phone, and no one came in at all, so I laughed and muttered, "Okay, play this with Lao Tzu!" ”

With a charm in one hand and a black skin in the other, I walked towards the photo, and I wanted to see what was playing tricks.

As I walked along, I realized that not only was the photo wrong, but also the fat man's state, that he was asleep, or that it was more appropriate that he was asleep.

Under the pair of eyelids, the fat man's eyes quickly turned, trying to wake up, and on two occasions, the fat man's eyelids even lifted halfway, and finally fell down again, without waking up.

"Look at it, I'll go out!"

Just then, a voice rang out from the door. It's Second Uncle Zhao.

"Don't go, you're going to die!"

I said quickly.

"Roll the calves!"

Second Uncle Zhao replied to me with three words, and hurriedly walked out, followed by the creak of the door opening.

With Second Uncle Zhao's lifeless appearance, he is honestly staying in the mourning hall, and there is still a glimmer of life, if he goes out, there is a chance that he will die.

On one side is the second uncle Zhao I just met today, and on the other side is the fat man lying on the spiritual bed, of course I will choose the fat man.

Besides, for Second Uncle Zhao, I have already reminded me and fulfilled my heart.

When I had a banquet in the afternoon, I had already mentioned it, and Second Uncle Zhao disdained it, and this time I reminded him again, but he still didn't believe it.

In this case, it is his own death, and he cannot complain against me.

I quickly put Second Uncle Zhao's departure behind me, focused on the posthumous photo, and at the same time squatted down, patted the fat man's face, and said, "Wake up!" ”

The fat man still didn't open his eyes. The eyelids were raised twice and did not open.

"Wake up, don't wake up, I'm stabbing you with a needle?" I threatened as I pulled out the key and pointed the pointed end to the fat man's eye, making a gesture to stab.

Fat man's voice. Opening my eyes, I withdrew the key and focused on the photo again.

The mourning bed is not high, about 20 centimeters above the ground, and there are ever-bright lamps and some offerings on the mourning bed, and behind the offerings is a posthumous photo standing against the wall. It is about thirty centimeters away from the fat man.

"Brother, am I in a freak?" The fat man got up, wiped the cold sweat from his head and asked.

"Yes!" I nodded.

"Damn, someone was calculated!" The fat man scolded, glanced around, and quickly fixed his gaze on the posthumous photo. Ran said: "Brother, don't do it first, wait for me!" ”

After speaking, he trotted and took the mobile phone from the shelf, it's all this time, and this product has not forgotten the live broadcast.

"It's not pretended. Strictly speaking, I was not a nightmare, but I was blinded by a ghost, and under normal circumstances, it is enough to meditate on the name of the Bodhisattva, or the name of the Taoist Heavenly Venerable. If it doesn't work, the easiest and most convenient way to rely on external forces is to prick it with a needle, just like my brother just did! ”

The fat man walked up to me with his phone and explained.

Don't think about it, there must be netizens who question the fat man cheating.

"Brother. Having trouble with photos? The fat man asked.

"Hmm!"

I nodded, took a step forward, squatted in front of the photo, tapped twice with the black skin, and said, "Do you come out by yourself, or will I pull you out?" ”

The photo didn't react in any way.

"It's not pretending. If you want to see it, you can watch it, and if you don't want to see it, you can get out! ”

Behind me, the fat man's anger came up, and someone must be scolding me.

I didn't care, stared at the photo, and continued, "I'll give you three counts of time. If you don't come out yet, don't blame me for being unkind to you! ”

“1、2、3。”

I immediately began to count, and as soon as the word "3" fell, the black skin stabbed at the posthumous photo.

First there was a snap from the glass cover outside the photo, then a piercing creak.

I sneered, lifted up, pulled up the whole photo, a small yellow tail drooped down, and behind the photo, there was a small yellow skin, and the black skin pierced through one of its paws.

"What am I?"

I raised my hand and pinched its little head. He took out a piece of red rope and tied it up, and then pulled out the black skin, and then asked, "Tell me, why did you come here to make trouble?" ”

"Squeak!"

The little yellow skin screamed twice, and there was a look of jealousy in his small black eyes.

Wong Pi Zi is also known as Wong Tai Sin. Spirituality is enough, of course, hatred is also great, once you mess with this thing, it will remember you for three generations.

I can't take you anymore, I can't take revenge. He will look for your son, there is no way to take your son, it will look for your grandson, in folklore, Huang Pizi, that is, Wong Tai Sin has always been an animal with mixed reputations.

It's not. If you go down with this knife, this little thing will hold a grudge against me.

"Don't look at me like that, or I'll chop you up!"

I took out my black skin and threatened.

A flash of fear flashed in the little thing's eyes, and then, as if it had discovered something, bared its teeth at me, squeaked twice, and began to threaten me.

"Yo he, the last thing I'm afraid of is threats!" I was so happy that I picked up the black skin and looked into the eyes of the little yellow skin.

"The junior is not sensible, I apologize to you first!"

At that moment, a slightly old voice sounded from the doorway.

I hooked the corners of my mouth and smiled coldly, the yellow skin rarely appears alone, it is all about the nest, that is, the so-called beating the small one and provoking the old one.

Really. With a slight threat here, the old one can't help it.

The fat man and I turned around at the same time, and saw an old man about 1.5 meters standing at the door, the old man was in good spirits, his face was red, and he was holding a cigarette bag and pot in his hand. Diagonally to one side.

"Fatty, this job you took is interesting, come and pretend to be dead and meet a group of people who are going to die, and there are yellow skins to make trouble at night!"

I joked as I stared coldly at the old man at the door.

The old man had a vague smile on the corner of his mouth, and his orange pupils exuded a strange brilliance, and when he saw me looking at him, he picked up the cigarette pouch and pot, took a deep breath, and spat out a puff of smoke rings at me and the fat man.

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