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this moment.
[Your ancestors] In the live broadcast room.
At night, the reaction of the sand sculpture audience was almost the same as that of the fat three.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"I'm afraid the anchor will be really cold this time!"
"As expected, presenting the big boss, Old Wang, is not so easy to handle!"
"Awesome, I feel that so far, this old man Xian Wang is definitely the most powerful one among the zongzi that the anchor has encountered!"
"It seems that the scene of fighting against rice dumplings will definitely be staged!!"
"What the hell, I won't sleep tonight, and I have to watch it even if I stay up late!"
"Agreed! I just called the leader and said that I will be sick tomorrow and I will ask for leave in advance!"
"?????"
"Uh, the sand sculpture upstairs, don't you think there is something wrong with your reason for asking for leave?"
"......."
A crowd of sand sculpture audience chattered as usual.
The local tyrant smoked, drank, and burnt his head. He also made a noise at this time. Of course, he didn't join in the noise of the crowd of sand sculpture audiences, and only said seriously.
"Six plus three, nine longevity candles."
"There are now three corpses in the tomb. Mr. Xian Wang and Mr. Xian Wang's wife must be somewhere in the tomb."
"That's five corpses, plus the four anchors...nine corpses, exactly corresponding to nine longevity candles! The numbers match."
The local tyrant Ping Yijin followed suit: "Looking at this arrangement, the game world must have set up some kind of killer move!"
"I'm afraid the anchor is really a little dangerous this time."
No. [-] beauty in the world: "You guys think, is it possible that the game world really turned Mr. Xianwang into some kind of fairy-like existence?"
Ding Dong, the old Wang next door is haunted, this time there is no racing, and he said seriously, "It should not be very possible. After all, if you really become a fairy, with the current strength of the anchor, it will be cool besides cool."
"I think, if it wasn't for the collapse of the sky, it would be very difficult for outsiders to break it... This sentence, the anchors and others, including us, must have misunderstood it."
"I think what Xian Wang Laoer means is that unless the sky collapses, no one can open his coffin! And once his coffin is opened, the sky will collapse!"
"Of course, the sky cannot really collapse... So, the sky collapse should refer to the funnel-shaped deep valley where the mausoleum is located, will collapse!"
"At that time, the anchor and the four of them will be buried directly."
The local tyrant smoked, drank, and burnt his head: "It makes sense! It feels like a setting where we all die together!"
The old Wang next door: "Well, I guess it should be like this... The point is not what the old man Xian Wang has become or how powerful he is, but that the old man Xian Wang has ensured that anyone who opens his coffin will die!"
See this discussion.
A group of sand sculpture audience: "!!!!!!"
"Awesome! You are indeed the old king next door!"
"It's no wonder that the driving skills are so superb. He was able to hook up with so many young ladies without being beaten to death. It turns out that his brain is easy to use!"
"learnt!"
"Worship online!"
"Old man next door, do you want to accept apprentices?"
"......."
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in the tomb.
Ding Ze didn't watch the live broadcast, so he didn't know what Lao Wang next door said.
Otherwise, he should be more or less surprised.
After all, the speculation of the old Wang next door is already very close to the truth.
Ding Ze didn't make a sound.
The fat man and the three were silent for a moment.
In the cemetery, there was a moment of silence.
There was silence for a few seconds or so.
Gollum.
The fat man opened his mouth, breaking the silence, and asked in a nervous tone, "Old Ding, Lao Hu, what should we do now, suddenly there are three more longevity candles, and the ghost blows the lamp again... this is too evil !"
Ding Ze heard, "Fatty, the longevity candle is a coincidence, don't be so cowardly. As for the ghost blowing the lamp..."
After speaking, Ding Ze turned to Hu Bayi, "Old Hu, what do you say?"
The interesting question of ghost blowing lights has to be answered by Hu Bayi, otherwise, a lot of fun will be lost.
Hu Bayi didn't answer immediately, and was silent for a while. After about two seconds, his mouth moved and he heard a voice, "Light it up again!"
Four simple words, passed into the air.
Ding Ze: "o(∩_∩)o~"
Shirley Yang: "..."
Fatty: "(⊙o⊙)..."
"Old Hu, is this okay?" The fat man asked in a complicated tone, "Although I don't believe in these broken rules, but the candle suddenly went out, I'm afraid this place is really haunted, I don't know what to do Dealing with ghosts..."
Hu Bayi shook his head, "Fatty, don't be cowardly! In my opinion, it wasn't a ghost who blew out the lamp just now, but there was a gap somewhere here, and a draft came over, which just blew out the candle. It's a coincidence that there are three longevity candles suddenly appearing next to it! It's definitely a coincidence!"
"So we light the candles again, it's not a broken rule... Even if it is really a broken rule..."
"Speaking of it, we have already broken the rule of 'the cock crowing lamp is off and you don't touch gold'. If you repeat it again, the problem shouldn't be a big problem... Moreover, I believe that this time, the patriarch has a spirit in the sky, knowing that Muchen Pearls are related to our lives, and we will definitely consider our difficulties!"
Hearing this, Ding Ze couldn't help but shook his head with a smile, thought for a while, and joked with Hu Bayi, "Old Hu, the patriarch of Captain Mojin, if he hears such preposterous remarks from you, he probably I was so angry that the coffin boards couldn’t bear it.”