I Live Broadcast The Establishment Of The Underworld To Help You Reincarnate

Lin Yan looked at the scene in front of him at the moment, and even had the urge to start the live broadcast immediately to give these red souls reincarnation.

He wanted to take these red souls home.

However, he quickly suppressed his urge.

He first lifted the ghost pupil he cast.

Just now, he was already overloading this magical power.

Continue, I am afraid that the eyes will suffer irreversible damage.

Wait a little longer, and in a few hours, I will pick up these red souls and go home.

This is already the third day that Lin Yan arrived in Liaodong and began to investigate the entire Heeluo River.

At eight o'clock tonight, he and CCTV made an appointment to start the third round of live broadcasts.

Lin Yan clenched his fists.

And just as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed that it was some distance from the Heeluo Square, but it was on the bank adjacent to the Heeluo River.

There was an old man, holding a cane at the moment, who was arguing with a group of men who looked like bastards.

Behind the old man were dozens of high and low graves, which looked extremely unsightly.

But the old man was holding a cane in his hand and sitting in front of a grave. Although his face was full of age spots and wrinkles, he had an indescribable look of contempt.

Lin Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

After becoming a ghost.

Lin Yan's physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people.

This physical quality includes Lin Yan's own five senses! ! !

Although he was a little distanced from the old man, he could still hear the conversation between the old man and those bastards. Lin Yan instinctively raised the phone...

Drifting down the river, among the bastards, a bald bastard with a golden chain, a stout body and a dragon tattoo on his arm, scolded.

"Old Pudeng, you are sick, aren't you!"

"People's big consortium is going to invest in Linjiang Xianshi, a small and broken fifth-tier city. If they want to build a commercial street by the riverside, they have already obtained a land acquisition permit, so you have to stop it!"

"When the commercial street is completed, it will benefit the entire Linjiang Xian City. Lao Pudeng, you are so shameless!"

"You're not afraid of death, are you! What about your son, your daughter, and your granddaughter? Are they afraid of it!!"

The old man sitting in front of the lonely grave raised his eyes slightly, and then he spoke quietly.

"Consortium?"

"It's Maozi's company! How can there be any consortium in Daxia?"

The bald boy's eyes twitched a few times.

"No matter where he came from, if someone invests, it is already a face for us in Linjiang Xianshi."

The old man frowned.

"face?"

"Daxia's face, Liaodong's face! When was it given?"

"These dozens of solitary graves belong to my brother, and the tombs of his comrades!!!"

"When the battle started, my family lived by the Xieluo River! It's by the Xieluo River, in the small mushroom village..."

"Little Mushroom Village, because of that battle, thirty-eight people joined the army, and as a result, only two came back, and only two came back. Because of my young age, I couldn't make it!!!"

"Among the thirty-eight people, there is my brother. Before they left, one of them left a single coat, saying that he couldn't come back, so it was treated as a tomb of clothes, so that the family would not miss them in the future, without even a single thought! "

"No one dared to move these dozens of tombs when we built the Huoluo Square, why do you move, why!!!"

"Now times have changed, you can take the first subway in the morning and go to work, you can start your farm machinery and drive to the fields, you can drink a cup of hot tea and exercise in the park in the morning, you can pick up the keyboard and leave a bunch of Laozi watching on the Internet. If you don't understand something, you can dance freely on the street!"

"You think this is normal, don't you? It's so-called normal. Seventy years ago, it was my brother, fellow villagers, and other fighters who were in the air raid shelters, in the trenches, and in the snow and ice, eating fried noodles and snowing. , with sweat, blood, and life in exchange!"

"They crossed that river just so that the war would not break out on the land of Daxia like the previous incidents!"

"They eat fried noodles with snow, just for the people on Jiang's side, and they don't need to eat fried noodles and drink snow water. Their cats are in the tunnel, just so that people on Jiang's side don't need to hide in the air-raid shelter."

"They crossed this river, but they didn't have a chance to come back."

"They never knelt down like that. Now how much money they gave you, you knelt down? Can't his grandmother be so rude and support his knees! I'll kill you little turtle grandsons!!!"

The old man raised the cane in his hand, and was about to smash those little bastards.

Although most of those bastards are scumbags, they are strong enough to dodge with one sideways.

There was a scoundrel in his eyes, and he glanced at the bald scoundrel beside him.

"Brother, are you still doing it?"

The bald bastard glared at him.

"Do what? Do what?"

"Do you understand what society is now! If you kill someone, you go in, I don't care about your mother!"

"Damn it! Go first!"

"Old Pudeng, if you have the ability, you have been guarding these dozens of graves!"

At this moment, the old man sat back on the stone of the grave, panting. He looked at the bastards, but smiled coldly.

"If you want to move these graves, step over me first!"

At this moment, behind the old man, the river was dragged down, and the river was surging.

The old man was obviously shriveled, and half of his body was about to be buried in the ground.

But he was sitting in front of those graves, but he had a strange aura... Jin Ge iron horse, swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger...

And no one noticed.

This scene was all filmed by a young man with a mobile phone.

The young man originally thought that if the old man had an accident, he would help himself.

In the end, I didn't expect that the group of bastards just looked fierce.

Daxia's anti-black campaign seems to be very effective.

As for the video shot by the young man, the final image is the image of the old man sitting alone in front of the grave.

He sent this video to Zhang Xinyi!

"Get ready! This video will be used as a pilot short before the live broadcast at night!"

At this moment, the group of gangsters who were planning to leave also found Lin Yan who had just taken a picture with a mobile phone.

The bald boy's expression changed.

He angrily walked towards Lin Yan.

"Little Pudeng, what are you doing?"

At the same time, a soft smile appeared on Lin Yan's face.

It's just that his eyes turned red.

"Several, I invite you to come and act as a group performer for me!"

At the same time, among the six realms of ghosts, the realm of hungry ghosts... Nightmare Prayer, activate!

That is to use magic to confuse the opponent with illusion, and the magician is like a nightmare!

At this moment, those few bastards froze in place!

As they were dragging down the river, they started to cry weirdly. What's more, their pants were wet.

They saw countless corpses, severed limbs and stumps, saw artillery fire in the sky, saw blood flow into rivers... They saw blood-stained heights, and they saw the dark red dragging river.

It was already 5:30 in the evening, and there were still two and a half hours before the start of the third live broadcast.

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