Chapter 15 You have a bloody disaster

Chang Yeman's facial expression was slightly stunned, and his brows were knitted in an instant. He said, "Nonsense! You are the one who caught a water ghost. You are a water ghost, and your whole family is a water ghost!"

"unlucky!"

He came here tonight because he was in a good mood. He just wanted to find a quiet place to relax. It didn't matter whether he caught any fish or not.

But this guy actually said that he was going to meet a ghost. Isn’t he asking for trouble?

He is an atheist. There are no ghosts in this world!

"Haha, I encountered a ghost while fishing at night, and it was by the river. There are many ghost stories told late at night. Did the fisherman notice that there is an extra companion next to you?"

"Hey, who's that behind you?"

"Young man, listen to what the Taoist priest said and go back, otherwise you will really meet a water ghost. If you are dragged into the river, you will be the scapegoat."

"Yes, yes. Rumor has it that if a water ghost wants to reincarnate, he must drag someone with him, otherwise he can't go."

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For a while, netizens in the live broadcast room started to joke about it. They had heard a lot of stories about water ghosts during the Ring, and they sounded quite scary.

This is also the reason why many anglers dare not fish at night. People are most afraid of scaring themselves, and they would rather believe it than not.

However, Zhang Changsheng's words made the netizens who came later suspicious of his attitude, saying that it was unlucky to encounter a water ghost while fishing.

Of course, Chang Ye Man Man himself was not kind, and if the anchor didn't fight back, wouldn't he be laughed at?
Therefore, netizens just laughed and watched the fun, and did not take it seriously.

Chang Ye slowly and casually hit a bug flying past him, "Anchor, if you don't have the ability, don't speak nonsense, otherwise you will only shoot yourself in the foot. I won't waste my words with you, fishing is more important."

Having said that, he cut off the signal without waiting for Zhang Changsheng to agree or not.

"Tsk, I've fished at night countless times, how could I be afraid of this thing?"

The young man by the river looked around. It was pitch black and quiet. Only the breeze blowing off the water made him feel a little cool.

"Water ghost, humph, if there is a beautiful one, just relax and take a rest."

Ring bell
"Fishing!"

The bell placed on the fishing rod shook violently, making a crisp sound in the night.

Zhang Changsheng, who was on the live broadcast, showed no expression when he saw the other party cut off the signal.

The other party just doesn't believe it, and he has no obligation to lick the other party.

However, netizens in the live broadcast room comforted him, saying that the other party did not know the value of the thing and that he would suffer in the future, and advised Zhang Changsheng not to pay attention to such people.

Zhang Changsheng didn't care at first and continued to send out red envelopes.

Soon, a netizen who grabbed the red envelope connected to the video.

This time it was not in the wild, but in the other party's home. The scene should be in the hall, with a table full of wine and meat, and a group of people drinking and chatting with their bare chests.

At this moment, a shirtless man with a tiger head tattooed on his chest, a thick gold necklace, and a face full of fat, took a sip of wine and said to the camera: "You're a fortune teller, right? Just tell me when I can make a fortune. If you make me happy, I'll give you a few rockets."

I don't know if the other party was showing off on purpose. I swept the camera across the table and saw five or six bottles of Moutai lying in a pile at the foot of the table.

This is drinking Moutai as beer!
The netizens in the live broadcast room were all amazed. They were showing off so much, and yet they were still asking themselves when they would get rich?

Based on the lowest price of 1280 per bottle of Feitian, after nearly 20 bottles, the total amount is over ! A perfect show of wealth!
Other people show off their cars, watches, and bags. This guy shows off his wine.

Suddenly, the screen was filled with a series of comments, all of which were a series of kitchen knives.

Zhang Changsheng was calm and said softly, "You will have a bloody disaster. At the very least, you will be disabled, and at the worst, you will die."

"Fuck! You are a charlatan, do you know how to speak? You even cursed me to death. Are you tired of living? Believe it or not, I will go to your broken Taoist temple in the middle of the night and tear it down!" The big man with a tiger-head tattoo cursed.

He was in a good mood tonight, having just collected a debt of several hundred thousand, of which he got half of the commission, so he had a meal with his brothers and continued his work tomorrow.

Just now when I was drinking, I accidentally saw this live broadcast, so I clicked in. I saw that Zhang Changsheng was quite pleasing to the eye, so I grabbed the red envelope.

I didn't expect to be so lucky and actually got it. It really is my turn to get rich.

Who would have thought that this guy is so rude and can't say a single nice word. He came up and said that he was going to have a bloody disaster and would die. Isn't this like giving a clock to someone else at a birthday party, asking for death?
The big man with the tiger-head tattoo does all the rough work and he always bullies others. He never lets others talk about him.

When the men around heard the big man with the tiger head tattoo cursing, they all gathered over. Each one of them was either a tiger, a snake, or a wolf. The momentum was quite scary.

If I walked down the street like this, I'd definitely have a label on my face saying, "I'm a gangster!"
"You stinky Taoist priest, you are disturbing my drinking. Wait a minute."

Before the big man with the tiger-head tattoo could finish his words, there was a loud clang and the chandelier above his head fell down and hit the corner of the table in front of him.

"Ouch, old feet!"

"My head!"

"My Hand"

The screen was shaking; it was the hands of the man with the tiger-head tattoo that were shaking.

The ceiling collapsed and the flying debris hit many people nearby.

However, the tiger-headed man was relatively far away and did not hurt him.

If he had walked to the position under the chandelier just now, he would have been seriously injured if not killed!
The people in the live broadcast room were a little dumbfounded when they saw this scene. Was this coming true?
It’s too accurate!
Zhang Changsheng had just said that the other party was in danger of bloodshed when a heavy chandelier fell down and almost killed someone.

Good luck!

However, the other party had just been aggressive and threatened to demolish Zhang Changsheng's Taoist temple. Now that they had received this retribution, everyone felt extremely happy.

This kind of person should be smashed.

Suddenly, a series of 666 appeared on the screen, and someone directly fired a rocket.

"Master, you are awesome!"

"I didn't quite believe it just now, but now I do. The Taoist priest is a master. Can you give me a hang?"

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Although the separated images were shaking, they were not disconnected. The big man with the tiger-head tattoo was even disconnected. Two minutes later, he appeared in front of the screen with a cut on his forehead, obviously hit by the fragments just now. He bled a little, which made his already scary face even more terrifying.

This time, the tiger-head tattooed man's attitude towards Zhang Changsheng changed 180 degrees. He bowed in front of the screen and said, "Master, Master, please save me. I was blind and offended before. You are a prime minister with a big heart and don't bear grudges. I apologize to you now. What I said just now was all bullshit!"

As he spoke, he fired six rockets in his hands.

(End of this chapter)