"Uncle! Uncle! ”

Chen Xiaotong ran to the hospital with his mobile phone, and on the hospital bed, a man who looked old was lying there, and the whole person was thin.

"Xiaotong, be quiet, this is the hospital."

The woman knocked on Chen Xiaotong's little brain.

Chen Xiaotong immediately covered his mouth, but he still couldn't suppress the joy on his face.

Take your phone and show it to your aunt.

"Auntie, look, our stage is saved!" She handed it to the man on the hospital bed again.

The man didn't have much energy.

As soon as I heard the word "stage", I immediately became energetic.

"What did you say?" The man sat up and took the phone.

As far as the eye can see, there is a stage full of people, and there are people sitting on the Taishi chair above.

But when he looked at it, he found the mustard boat in the book.

The clothes are very novel, but the hat on her head says "The world is peaceful", and the soul hook lock on her waist all prove that she is a black impermanence.

I looked at the name of the live broadcast room again.

His eyes widened.

Chen Xiaotong patted his head, "I forgot to tell my uncle." Except for Grandpa Mu, everyone else is a ghost, and that black impermanence is the anchor, and she broadcasts live directly through the underworld. ”

……

In the live broadcast room, Mustard Boat shook his calves and listened to the opera, he missed these things so much, since he was in the underworld, he was either busy with work or busy cultivating all day long.

It's been a long time since I've listened to a play so peacefully.

She listened to the song with her eyes closed, and unconsciously said: "Winding sound, grapes ......"

She was stunned, who is Huanyin?

Then, she glanced at the people on the Taishi's chair, there was no record of these people in the small book, and the people who were not recorded in Bai Wuchang's book were usually with the judge.

This group of people may be rich and noble people, any one of them is a person who can be bloody in history, and he is afraid of some impermanence and this kind of person.

Mustard Boat no longer thought about Huanyin, but opened into the live broadcast room: "Can you help me check the army with 'class' in its name, this group of dead souls will not leave, it should be what they want to hear, but I don't have any information about them here." ”

Seeing that the mustard boat has a request for them.

Naturally, sailors are happy to serve.

Some sailors are already preparing to go to the ancient city to listen to the play, and some sailors close to the ancient city have rushed over one after another.

The impact is good.

Mustard Boat thanked this group of people, and listened to the opera with peace of mind.

It's not that she doesn't move, but the scroll dossier in the dungeon can only be entered by ghosts who are sent to the captain and above, and her captain is still early.

The help of sailors is not in vain.

Mustard found that there was a gift-giving function in the live broadcast room.

When the time comes, it will be good to wrap a few red envelopes over, she still has a lot of money that has not been withdrawn, and she will send red envelopes in the live broadcast room when this help is over.

……

In the hospital, the man couldn't wait to go back to the stage, but Chen Xiaotong reminded him: "Uncle, after the injection, your bottle of medicine is hundreds of yuan." ”

"Yes, yes, I can't go on stage when I go back now, whether it's a human being, or a god or a ghost, I can't disturb when I listen to the play." Chen Guangnan was as happy as a child.

Holding the phone and refusing to let go.

He listened to the opera inside, commenting on who was unstable in breath, and who must have been lazy again during this time, but the smile on his face remained the same.

Lin Keyi dragged Chen Xiaotong out of the ward, "The real thing in the live broadcast room you said?" Don't coax your uncle. ”

For a drama idiot.

The stage is his lifeline.

"Yes, Auntie, I'll tell you......" Chen Xiaotong spoke for half an hour before he told the live broadcast room in half-white.

Lin Keyi is not an old wood, at first she felt a little fantastical, and then she was told by Chen Xiaotong that she went to search on the Internet and found that it was indeed as Chen Xiaotong said.

This live broadcast room, it is really through the underworld.

"There are such amazing things in this world, but it's also very good, and you can also promote this stage for your uncle, his lifelong wish can be regarded as having a settlement."

Lin Keyi looked at the live broadcast room and sighed with emotion.

She doesn't know how to sing, so she can only silently support Chen Guanghai's every decision behind her.

They have no children or daughters under their knees, only such a Chen Xiaotong, who is still a niece, but fortunately, this girl grew up beside them since she was a child.

……

The people in the live broadcast room are now divided into three groups.

One group was in charge of promoting the stage, one group was in charge of helping Mustard Boat find the army, and the other group began to organize a fundraiser.

There are not a few people who are very capable.

Zuo Siming found out through a friend that the owner is now seriously ill and hospitalized, and the family has no money, so he launched a fundraising activity.

Ruan Lan was not to be outdone and donated 100,000 yuan.

Since the last time the two were misunderstood.

When she was a child, the baby was raised again, although she regained her financial freedom, she was taken out every day to go out with Zuo Siming.

The two of them were tortured unspeakably, kissing me and me on the surface, but behind the scenes, they cared about each other.

The live broadcast room is in full swing.

……

The fact that Mustard Boat dragged everyone to help this time made a group of history students very happy, this kind of thing is simply their specialty.

So a grand scene emerges.

The library, which is usually only overcrowded before exams, is suddenly crowded.

It's all here to look for materials, but fortunately, the library is big enough, otherwise it really can't fit it.

"Ban Jiajun? I've never heard of it. Du Jun pushed his glasses and looked up from the pile of half-human-height books.

His companions are also searching for the existence of all the lesser-known small states and short-lived dynasties in the long history. But nothing came of it.

"Du Jun, do you remember that our teacher said that there was an army in a small country that was brave and good at fighting, but because the number was too small, it was soon swallowed up, and there was not even any record left." A little girl with freckles on her face opened her mouth.

Du Jun slapped his head.

"Yes, I heard that the army could have won the last battle, but the general was betrayed by his own son, and the last battle was wiped out before the battle."

"Where's that book?"

He turned the books from beginning to end.

I finally found it in a palm-thick wild history record.

"It was not a 'Banjia Army', but a flag erected by the general to commemorate his deceased wife, and it was also tacitly approved by the soldiers."

They hurriedly entered the live broadcast room and told the story to Mustard Boat as it was, as well as all the sailors in the live broadcast room.

……

I saw that one barrage after another was pushed up.

In the live broadcast room, only the stories brought by silent words remained.

Also, the cold gaze of the man on the Taishi's chair.

"I have not protected my dead wife and children, the people and the country, I have not protected them, I ...... What's the use? ”