Chapter 107 The wealthy man who wants to live forever

"I bought 100 million, and the price has been increasing by the daily limit every day in the past five days, up about 60%."

Hearing the surprised voice of his old classmates, Zhou Yu was glad that he had reported a lower number, and took the initiative to invite him: "Whenever you come to Beijing, or when I go back to my hometown, I will treat you to a meal."

"Okay, then I'll definitely give you a good beating when I get back."

After a brief moment of envy and jealousy, Xu Xiaoqin recovered.

She was the one who recommended it to the other party, but she didn't buy it herself. She can't blame anyone.

However, seeing a large amount of unexpected wealth slip away from her hands, Xu Xiaoqin couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"no problem."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yu arranged a time to view houses again with the agent he had talked to before and then focused on his work.

On the same day in Shenzhen, Li Hedong's mother visited again with gifts, but Mo's parents threw all her things out of the hotel.

The in-laws, who used to sit together to discuss the marriages of their two children, now treat each other like enemies.

"Mom, have they signed the letter of understanding?"

When Li Hedong saw his mother coming to visit him in the detention center, he asked about her immediately.

In the past two days, he has learned a lot of legal knowledge, and his heart is full of confusion and regret.

If there is no so-called letter of forgiveness, Li Hedong will certainly be sentenced to several years in prison. Not to mention how miserable he will be in prison, he will carry this stain for the rest of his life and will have a hard time in the workplace.

"Hehe, how can you be such a bastard?"

"Mom, I'm sorry."

At this time, Li Hedong's mother regretted it deeply and felt that she had ruined her son.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.
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On the same day, the "Chengdu Subway Incident" once again became a hot topic on the Internet.

This is mainly because the heroine of the subway incident, Xu Junhui, publicly admitted that she was in a trance at the time and misunderstood the college boy. She specially recorded a video to apologize to the entire network.

Such a big reversal made the netizens who had originally denounced Zhang Xiang on the Internet feel extremely guilty, and then they hated Xu Junhui even more, and condemned her in related videos on the Internet.

Coupled with the apology videos of hundreds of internet celebrities, this "Chengdu Subway Incident" has once again gone viral, allowing more netizens to know the whole story of the incident.

Today's Chinese Internet is a bit noisy!
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[User 'Waiting for a Rain' rewarded the anchor with 10 Douyin No. 1! ]

[User 'The 100st generation leader of Maoshan Sect' rewarded the anchor with 1 Douyin No. ! ]

In the evening, Huang Yang had just started broadcasting when he saw two rewards. The name of the top brother on the list looked a little familiar and strange.

He remembered that the current leader of the Maoshan Sect did not have much wealth, and normally he would not be so generous in rewarding others. It seemed that he was in trouble.

"Um?!"

After quickly searching for the information of Maoshan Sect's Master He, Huang Yang raised his eyebrows and then connected to the other party's video.

"Mr. Anchor, please save me. Someone is going to die."

As soon as the video was connected, He Qiudao, who was wearing a black Taoist robe and had a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, asked for help from the underworld anchor on the other side of the video.

As the camera of his mobile phone turned, a simple yet unique altar appeared in front of the audience in the live broadcast room. In addition, flames were burning on the ground not far away, forming a Bagua pattern.

What shocked tens of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room was that in the middle of the Flame Bagua there was a humanoid monster with a purple face and two sharp fangs exposed in its open mouth, just like the rumored zombie.

As the 'zombie' waved its hands, the flames wrapped around it became somewhat dim.

At this time, He Qiudao, who had used secret techniques and had some blood and energy depleted in his body, placed all his hopes on the reclusive master, the host of the underworld.

Who would have thought that he took a deposit of 100 million to help a wealthy man in Hong Kong to check his feng shui, but actually encountered the rumored zombies.

You know, in the nearly two thousand years of inheritance of their Maoshan Sect, the word "zombie" appeared only five times, and all of them were killed by the sword of the purple-robed Taoist priest of the Maoshan Sect who had great cultivation at that time.

Now in the Dharma Ending Age, spiritual energy in the world is scarce. He Qiudao, who is able to cultivate the sense of qi, is already a master of the world, but he is no match for this formed zombie.

“It’s really a zombie.”

Huang Yang frowned as he looked at the crudely shaped zombie. It was hard to imagine that such a supernatural monster would appear on Earth in this Dharma Ending Age. After checking its information, Huang Yang stretched out his hand and a colorful passage appeared in front of him. He suddenly appeared in a mountaintop villa in Hong Kong City.

"I go?!"

Suddenly seeing the anchor of the underworld on his mobile phone appear in front of him, He Qiudao, who had already overestimated the other party, couldn't help but say "national quintessence". The wealthy family of Hong Kong city who were watching not far away also widened their eyes.

As for the live broadcast room that was not disconnected, more than 666 viewers typed "" one after another, expressing their admiration for the powerful special effects of the anchor team. A few viewers believed that the other party was really in the underworld, and gave small gifts as rewards.

"Oh my god, the space channel, this special effect is too explosive."

'Haha, I knew it, it's all the special effects of the anchor team.'

"I can't make this up any further. A small anchor in the underworld actually opened a space channel directly."

'Is the person above stupid? The anchor has the power to punish ghosts to the eighteenth level of hell and change the reincarnation sequence of ghosts. How can it be ordinary?'

"The anchor is so good, isn't it normal for him to have a space channel? ! ! "

'Doesn't anyone care where the anchor is now?'

"Is it something I need to worry about? It must be a set."

"I just saw an old man who looked familiar."

While the audience in the live broadcast room were discussing, Huang Yang, who had changed into a mortal body, casually changed into a black Taoist robe. A golden light appeared in his hand, and he mobilized the spiritual energy particles within a radius of ten thousand meters and added them to the Bagua formation on the ground.

With the infusion of spiritual energy, the flames in the Bagua formation on the ground suddenly jumped up, burning the zombies that were about to break free, making them scream and scream, and bursts of black gas escaped outwards.

However, Huang Yang sighed when he realized that the zombies had not been destroyed.

"Master He, go negotiate with them and ask them to spend 20 merit points. I will help you destroy this zombie."

There is no danger for the time being, Huang Yang gave orders.

Previously he was just a small anchor, and he even called him "Master He". Now that he has demonstrated his extraordinary abilities in the world of the living, there is no need to be polite.

To be more blunt, he would just call out "Lao He" and the other party would have to respond obediently.

Otherwise, if he just let it go, not only would all the descendants of this zombie suffer, but He Laodao, who had targeted him, would also be killed.

"Yes."

He Qiudao, who had seen the other party come out of the space channel with his own eyes, no longer had any doubts. He saluted respectfully and then walked towards the wealthy family of Hong Kong City not far away.

As for the 20 merits mentioned by the underworld anchor, He Qiudao, who often watched his live broadcast, naturally knew what it represented, which was 22 billion in rewards.

He Qiudao, who knew the wealth of the Hu family, did not think it was excessive. After all, Old Man Hu had become a zombie. If he could not be eliminated on the spot, all of the Hu family's descendants would be extinct.

The audience in the live broadcast room could also hear these two simple conversations clearly.

Before new netizens could ask questions, old fans in the live broadcast room had already started to educate them.

按照主播的规矩，1点功德相当于1.1万，10万功德就是11亿，20万功德那就是22亿。

This price instantly stunned thousands of new visitors.

Even though the average income per person on Douyin is tens of millions, 22 billion is still too exaggerated. The Huayuan has not depreciated yet, and the price of a house within the fourth ring road of Beijing is only over yuan per square meter.

"22 billion?"

Hearing the price said by the Taoist priest of Maoshan Sect, Hu Beishen, a second-generation rich man, could not help but exclaim in surprise.

Originally, their family asked the other party to do a feng shui check, which cost 1000 million yuan, and they also paid a deposit of 100 million yuan.

Now, an old man who looks like a zombie has appeared, but he asked for 22 billion yuan, which is too much.

You have to know that the Hu family has been entrenched in Hong Kong for many years and has a wealth of over 30 to 40 billion, but the combined funds of the various companies they own are only a few billion.

Moreover, the other party actually asked for rewards to be given to this so-called underworld live broadcast room right now, which was simply taking away most of the Hu family's working capital.

(End of this chapter)