Live Broadcast: What Does It Have To Do With Me If The World Of Cultivation Has Become A Piece Of Sh

The disciple's residence in the eastern district of Wuguang City was next to the only large cesspit.

Chen Feng's left hand held an iron chain made of spiritual power, and the other end of the iron chain was put around the necks of each ghost.

It's just that there are thorns like steel nails on the iron lock. Every time he pulls the iron lock, the ghost in the neck will let out a wailing sound like a dog barking.

Chen Feng straightened the manure pit and said, "Your sentence in hell is one thousand four hundred years. Now I will give you a chance to reduce your sentence. If you go there, eat a pound of feces and you will lose one year."

"..."

The ghosts looked at each other, and finally shook their heads.

After all, eating one kilogram only takes one year off, which is too little compared to the total number of 1,400 years. It is better not to eat, at least to retain dignity.

Chen Feng was not angry, but smiled: "Okay, you won't eat either, right?"

The leader Yuren said angrily: "We... have the spirit of Martial Warrior, how can we eat shit!"

Others also echoed: "Shi Ke cannot be killed but cannot be humiliated. Just kill us!"

"Yes! We won't be insulted by you even if we lose our souls!"

"It's just hell, haha..."

[Go, these real cabinets dare to be so arrogant. ]

[Laughing to death, they actually think they can reject Mr. Yu based on their strength? ]

[backbone? Your bones have been ripped off, let’s see where you got your backbone. ]

"I'm afraid you didn't understand the situation."

Chen Feng sneered: "Since you respect shit and don't eat shit as a punishment, then I will give you ten pounds of shit each! And the sentence cannot be reduced!"

The lockers immediately panicked when they heard this, and then they remembered that they had no right to choose at all, and they wasted an opportunity to reduce their sentences.

"What?!"

"how could you do this!"

"No! Don't!!"

In fact, Chen Feng had known for a long time that they would refuse. He initially said that he would reduce the sentence, but it was just a small foreshadowing before forcing them to eat shit.

The purpose is to make them feel regretful and regretful, and their souls and hearts will be tortured at the same time.

[Brother Feng! Brother Feng! Can you recruit my grandfather to feed them shit? He hates setting up cabinets the most! ]

[Hey, wouldn’t it be great to summon our heroic spirits to greet them properly? ]

[F*ck! What a great idea! ]

[Shake me, I'm going to die now. ]

[Good guy, that's cool...but there's no need to be so excited. ]

Chen Feng originally planned to let the paper man appear, but after seeing the barrage in the live broadcast room, he thought it would be a good idea to let the heroic spirits come.

"Your suggestion is good. It just so happens that many positions in the underworld are currently lacking people. When the heroic spirits come, they can take up the positions of Yinshi and Minotaurumamian."

[Brother Feng! Brother Feng! Give me a city god! I introduce my twin nieces to you! ]

[Good fellow, you are using your niece as a reward. With your character, you still want to be a city god? Choose me, Brother Feng. I helped the old man and was blackmailed for five thousand yuan. ]

[You upstairs are not good either. What age are you in? You can still help an old man but are being blackmailed. Your IQ and EQ are not good. ]

[Mr. Yu: It’s a gift to let you be cows and horses. I still want to be a city god. I’m laughing so hard~]

[If you still want to be a city god in the Immortal Cultivation World if you don’t have the strength, you will either die in charge or kill the Immortal Platform without doing anything. ]

Chen Feng shook his head and said: "You all should be fine, it's more practical to do more good deeds and try to get a good pregnancy in the next life."

"Okay, I'm going to start shaking people..."

After Chen Feng finished speaking, he took out the Soul-Calling Soul-Gathering Flag and waved it. He happened to check the relevant information when he was watching 800.

So he remembered the names of many heroic spirits, and as for the image, he only needed to vaguely lock on the military uniforms of that period.

The world would know who he wanted to summon anyway.

Soon, as he called and waved the flag, more than a dozen heroic spirits were summoned.

When Chen Feng saw the bright red on their collars, he knew that he had summoned the wrong soul, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

After the heroic spirits took shape, they looked at Chen Feng in confusion. When they looked at their surroundings, they saw the ghost of Liben, who was chained like a dog.

Among them, a few people, such as Yuren and Okamura, were wearing kimonos, so they were recognized directly.

"Cabinet! Made! Is this my big knife!?"

"What more big swords do you need? Just hit them with your fists!"

Two of the more fierce-tempered ones rolled up their sleeves and rushed to beat Heavenly Sovereign. The others also rushed forward after hearing this.

However, he was stopped by a comrade with a bookish temperament wearing broken glasses.

"Comrades, don't be impulsive. This seems to be the underworld. Don't rush into the immortals."

"What's wrong with the immortal? Even if I go to hell, I will still beat these idiots!"

The one with the most violent temper immediately started yelling, and the others nodded.

"That's right, let's fight again!"

Comrade Glasses had no choice but to shout: "I am Zhengwei, you have to listen to me, otherwise when your leader comes down, I will let him kick your ass."

"ah…"

When everyone heard Zheng Wei's body instinctively reacted, they stiffened, and then when they heard the group leader kicking their butts, they calmed down with some confusion.

"..."

Chen Feng looked at it and was really dumbfounded.

[Good guy, gods are not as effective as Zhengwei. ]

[Because they are soldiers. ]

[tears...]

[What a lovely group of reckless people. ]

[Comrade Zhengwei probably never dreamed that he would have to worry about these big soldiers even after he died. ]

[ah? How to say? ]

[Because they are afraid that if they are ignorant and make mistakes in front of the gods, they will be punished. ]

[Hiss, it turns out that’s what it is...]

Seeing that the comrades had calmed down, Zhengwei immediately tidied up his dirty clothes and came to Chen Feng.

"Immortal, I'm really rude. These little bastards haven't received a good education, so they act more casually. Please forgive me..."

"Yes, I understand. If you want to beat me up, you can. I'll give you fifteen minutes."

Chen Feng said with a smile.

"???"

Before the soldiers behind him could react, Comrade Zhengwei had already turned around and rushed over, hitting Yuren's cabinet with a flying kick.

Because he knew that if he was dressed so well in death, he must have had an extraordinary status in life.

While Zhengwei was riding on Yuren, he turned back and roared to the stunned soldiers:

"Damn it, why don't you come here and beat them to death! Fifteen minutes is quick!"

"oh oh!!"

The other soldiers finally reacted and immediately swarmed forward.

"Hahaha! Come on, brothers!"

[Zhengwei is awesome! ]

[As expected of a scholar with both civil and military skills, his reaction is quick. ]

[This flying kick shows that he is an expert at first glance. ]

[Are there any Sakura netizens out there? Please come over and take a look at Heavenly Sovereign. His grandpa is being face-ridden. ]

[Upstairs, you are really a loser! ]

[Unfortunately, I can’t record the screen...]

[Who says it can’t be recorded? Look at what Brother Feng is holding. ]

[Hey guys, here comes Mr. Yu’s video recorder that records various famous scenes! ]

[Hahahaha, after Brother Feng uploads it to the little yellow car, I will hang the video on the big screen in Times Square, New York, and play it for a day. ]

Chen Feng saw that the heroic spirits were a bit heavy-handed, so he reminded from the side: "Don't beat them to death, you will have to feed them shit later."

"?!!!"