If you are asked to live broadcast fortune-telling, will you compete with the King of Hell?

The middle-aged man counted on his fingers.

Their family is not too big, there are three sons in his father's generation.

In total, there are 5 in his generation.

Counting inside and outside, there are now 6 nephews, the youngest is a girl, only 6 years old, and he himself has two sons, the eldest son is in college, and the younger son is still in elementary school.

During holidays, these children would get together to play, and they all had a good relationship.

Speaking of which, middle-aged men believe that the prosperity of a family depends on its cohesion.

Every time his brothers talked about it, they were very satisfied with these children. The hope of the family lies in them.

Su Chen nodded: "They played together during the holidays. Do you know where they went?"

The middle-aged man blurted out: "Running all over the mountains and wild fields, everywhere."

After saying that, I suddenly felt something was wrong. I suddenly got excited and asked uncertainly: "Did you come here?"

Su Chen: "Not every time, but after coming here, your ancestors will not be able to live in peace."

The middle-aged man's expression changed: "Did they dig the grave?"

I remember coming here once and seeing that the soil above seemed to be new.

It looked like someone had put a new one on it, but when I opened it, there was nothing there.

So he felt that the smoke was very strange.

Su Chen shook his head: "It's not that extreme. They are just afraid that their ancestors will be bored. They usually come here to chat with their ancestors and act in plays when they have nothing to do. I hope that their ancestors will be happy and bless them with 100% marks in the exams."

The middle-aged man was confused: "Chatting is understandable, but what is acting? What is acting?"

"But does this have something to do with the smoke coming from the ancestral graves?"

Su Chen said slowly: "When gods descend to earth, they will emit green smoke."

"Do you still remember that when the Monkey King appeared, there would sometimes be smoke-filled scenes?"

This show is a household name, and there should be no one who hasn’t seen it.

Many netizens immediately responded to this question and remembered it.

Some vaguely guessed something.

Su Chen: "Then there are gods and monsters appearing, a little smoke is not too much, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, netizens couldn't hold back any longer.

Middle-aged man: "..."

[Hahaha, I’m laughing so hard, it’s not too much, not too much at all. 】

[Youth has no price, just be open to your ancestors. 】

[The child who lacks great virtue needs to be taken care of. 】

[If I were his ancestor, I might be quite happy to be recognized as the entrance to Nantianmen. 】

[Hahaha... No wonder his ancestor had such a good temper. 】

[Why is there a hint of reasonableness in the comedy? That’s why your ancestors didn’t ask you to spank your children in your dreams, maybe it’s just for fun. 】

[Ancestor: You are so filial to me! ! 】

[Ancestor: I’m sorry, all you family ghosts are laughing at this, our family is in misfortune! 】

Looking at the comments from netizens, the middle-aged man felt a little depressed.

He couldn't understand how these little bastards dared!

"Then where did their smoke come from? It can't just change out of thin air, right?"

"And I took people to check it, and there was nothing in the grave soil."

After hearing what he said, netizens were not stunned.

[Good boy, it turns out you have a hand in digging graves. 】

[Ancestor: I am really tied to Q. My calamity was actually given by my descendants. 】

[Ah, this...is really a great act of filial piety. 】

[If my ancestors had a good temper, if it were me, they would all die! 】

[Hahaha...hahaha...it's true that you can make a fortune by laughing. 】

[Newcomer just arrived, is this a metaphysics live broadcast room? 】

[Newcomers, this is a funny live broadcast room. Don’t miss it if you pass by. You are worth coming in. 】

I saw the ridicule from netizens.

The middle-aged man immediately said: "What I mean is that I found the master and asked the ancestors for instructions before I translated it."

When he opened his mouth, netizens found it even more funny.

In short, everything he says now is funny.

Su Chen looked at his anxious look and said, "Do you know about dry ice?"

The middle-aged man was stunned.

"dry ice?"

It's not that he doesn't know.

He was just shocked, how did these kids get this thing!

"No, Master, they are just teenagers, how can they get this thing?"

PS: Thanks to the little angel Luoying·Fusheng for the reward.

Thanks to Ying·Fusheng, Flame Forest, Guozi, Poor Xiao Longyu, Book Friends 121414020306069, Shui Wei Liang, Book Friends 20240827638-ED, Yan Xi, Hua Li, Huamao-ab.

Chapter 147: Dancing on the grave? ! (Please subscribe and vote)

2024-10-07 17:26:25 Author: The grapefruit is yellow

Su Chen said with a smile: "These children just wanted to simulate the effect of clouds and fog, and let the children of the grocery store owner sneak out a lot of dry ice."

[Good boy, he is still very smart and knows how to apply what he has learned! 】

[When I buy cream online, or when the ice cream is delivered, there will be dry ice bags in it, and I often play with them in the summer. 】

[Fire extinguishers are used as well as in acting and stage effects. It seems that these children still understand it very well. 】

"They got the dry ice and went to their ancestors' graves... um... to perform masterpieces such as Descendants of the Gods and "Butterfly Lovers"."

"As for why there is "Butterfly Lovers", it is because there is one of the most classic scenes in it."

Su Chen paused when he said this, and the middle-aged man suddenly had a particularly bad feeling.

Sure enough, he heard him say: "In the ending of the story, Zhu Yingtai came to Liang Shanbo's tomb to pay tribute and cry after getting married. The sky was moved and blew a strong wind instantly. The tomb suddenly exploded, and Zhu Yingtai jumped into the tomb without hesitation. Then it turned into a picture of butterflies flying out."

"They went to buy firecrackers and wanted to perform this explosion scene. But because the firecrackers they bought were too small, they failed, which made them somewhat regretful. If you don't find me now, then during the Chinese New Year this year, they are likely to buy large firecrackers while the firecracker tubes are loose. By then, your whole family may be able to see this classic tomb explosion."

"Because the older ones were afraid that the tomb would collapse, the youngest girl was asked to play the role of dancing on the tomb because she weighed the least. Well...so these children are more or less aware of safety?"

After Su Chen finished speaking, the entire live broadcast room was quiet.

Even Yun Yao, who was under the same roof, looked speechless while watching the live broadcast.

After a long while, netizens reacted and the barrage was crazy.

[What? Dancing on a grave? Please allow me to laugh a few times, hahaha.]

[Fuck, your child is really trying hard to act.]

[If my son dares to do this, I will make him see his ancestors to apologize!]

After hearing this, the middle-aged man couldn't calm down for a long time.

He went to the utility room silently and got an electric saw.

This scared the netizens.

You can be angry, but you can't really let the children see their ancestors!

Those who were watching the show a second ago immediately began to persuade:

[Uncle, it's not that serious, don't do stupid things.]

[Yes, we can discuss it if there is anything. You can just beat them half to death. There is no need to escalate to that level.]

[The naughty child: Thank you, you are a good person.]

[Brother, are you persuading or fanning the flames?]

[Killing is against the law, brother, calm down, I know you feel bad. So many people are watching. If you really dare to kill, we are all witnesses. 】

Then.

Su Chen and his netizens saw a clump of bamboos planted across the cement road facing his front door.

The middle-aged man walked up and looked for a while, then put his phone on the ground and fixed it at an angle.

Then he swung the electric saw and sawed a thick bamboo. When the bamboo fell, he carefully selected a few straight thin strips.

Seeing this, the netizens who had advised him just now changed their minds again.

Good guy.

It turned out that he was here to get a handy weapon. It seems that this bamboo shoot fried meat meal can't be avoided.

After the middle-aged man waved each one tentatively several times, he finally selected the most satisfactory ones.

Then he asked: "Master, I have one last question."

Su Chen nodded: "Go ahead."

The middle-aged man took out the alcohol and gauze he had just taken out of his trouser pocket and asked: "If I apply alcohol to the bamboo sticks, does it count as disinfecting while hitting?"

Su Chen was really asked this question, and said uncertainly: "Well, in theory, I think it's OK... right?"

[Host: You stumped me. 】