Live fortune telling: Big sister will give you reincarnation at the beginning

Yan Qing looked back, curled his lips slightly, and smiled. Although the Patriarch has the world in his heart, what the believers ask for will be done within their ability, and it is not too difficult for others.

Shi Zhenxiang thanked him several times and said that he would come back to thank him after he found his son.

After hanging up the connection, Yan Qing licked his fingers, thinking that tomorrow was July 15th, and felt a little headache.

"Okay, today's live broadcast ends here. Tomorrow is July 15th, commonly known as the Ghost Festival, and the live broadcast will be held outdoors."

"You should hide at home and try not to go out at night. It is best not to go out for the elderly, children and young people."

[Master specifically told me that I won’t go out tomorrow and will hide at home after get off work. 】

[Woo, this damn company of mine has to work overtime tomorrow...]

[The master has told me that I will not let them work overtime tomorrow and let everyone go back and hide. 】

[Where can I find such a good boss? I’ll look for him. 】

Yan Qing didn't interrupt their chat, just clicked the play button, looked at the gloomy night, took a shower and started meditating.

Yan Qing has gone off the air, and the netizens on the scarf are planning to fight all night today.

burst! The financial sponsor of the popular Xiao Huabang turned out to be him!

burst! Three-time Best Actor Ling Yifeng is courting in the live broadcast room!

burst! Zheng Yiran’s parent and child were tortured to death!

burst! Sister Ling Yifeng loses her fandom!

burst! Zheng Yiran fans speak out!

Tonight is a battlefield between the best actor in the entertainment industry and the fans of Xiaohua, and they are torn to pieces.

At three o'clock in the morning, Yan Qing stood in front of the opened ghost door.

The ghosts who were wandering outside took a step back when they saw Yan Qing.

A young ghost hid behind his companions and said, "I don't want to go out. You go ahead."

"Look at your courage. Master Yan won't hit you, so what are you afraid of?"

The female ghost who spoke spoke calmly, but in fact, her voice began to tremble.

"How about we change the exit? It's really unlucky. This year we specially found a far away ghost gate. Why did we run into her again?"

Yan Qing held the derivative whip in his hand and stood in front of the ghost gate with his hands behind his back, looking at the ghosts inside who had reached the door but did not come out.

Yang Shen said: "If you don't come out, are you ready to give up this rare opportunity?"

All the ghosts gathered around and discussed for a while before sending a ghost out to reply.

"Master Yan, let's agree, can you leave us alone when we go out?"

"No, you are harassing children, scaring old people, and even some ghosts want to sneak out and find a substitute! Do you dare to negotiate terms with me?"

Yan Qing swung out the derivative whip. This time, the derivative was glowing with silver light and carrying lightning. It made everyone tremble when they saw it.

"If you want to go to the human world, come here and sign the contract."

The ghosts had no choice but to sign a peace contract with Yan Qing. They only wanted food and family, and did not scare irrelevant old people.

Naturally, there are more than one ghost gates opened in China. The ones Yan Qing can control are the few ghost gates nearby.

Originally, Yan Qing didn't have to worry about this kind of thing. Five years ago, there were suddenly a large number of ghosts that scared people to death. In addition to strict control by the underworld and sending ghost missions to tighten control on the Ghost Festival, Yan Qing also took care of it on his own initiative. This noisy thing, restrain the ghost that can be restrained.

After going back and forth to several ghost gates, not all ghosts can sign the contract. Those who are not afraid of Yan Qing will naturally not be able to sign. Therefore, on the night of the Yan Qing Ghost Festival, they also have to patrol back and forth.

After struggling all night, Yan Qing went home to sleep at dawn.

Xu Yuan made a poster about Yan Qing's outdoor live broadcast at night, hung it on the guild's homepage and recommended it, and distributed scarves.

By 6 p.m., more than 50,000 people had clicked on the notification to schedule a live broadcast.

At 6:50 pm, there were already 10,000 people squatting in the live broadcast room.

[Eating the door latch, waiting for the master to start broadcasting! 】

【? ? Eat the door bolt? What kind of door bolt can you still eat? Are you afraid that you have been possessed by a ghost? 】

[That’s the local name, just like how we eat rice noodles. 】

[Hahaha, this is the first time I heard about door bolts. Let’s eat dumplings. 】

Yan Qing stood at the intersection and clicked on the live broadcast at seven o'clock on time.

The lens rose upwards, and the scene with a radius of twenty meters with Yan Qing as the diameter center was unobstructed.

[Wow, big scene. 】

[Did you invite extra performers today? There seemed to be a lot of people. 】

[Hahaha, fairy, I’m back! 】

[Is it possible...those are not human beings? 】

Yan Qing raised his hand, grabbed the air, and the barrage was pulled in front of Yan Qing, forming a light curtain.

[I’ll rub it, it’s awesome. 】

[I now believe what the master said and have to believe in science. 】

[Fairy is still so powerful, I miss you and me to death. 】

[You would say the same thing when you are in front of her! 】

Jia Xing rolled his eyes at Zhen Teng and cursed beside him: "Can you please stop interrupting?"

......

Yan Qing curled her lips: "This friend is right. These...are indeed not human beings. They are all ghosts waiting for family members to come over to worship them, and others waiting to pick up the pieces."

【Missing? 】

[What are you missing, Master? 】

"Ghosts who have no one to offer to them can only look at where there are some that haven't finished eating, or whoever offers them, but the ghosts haven't come yet."

[So it turns out that if you offer it to your ancestors, you may not be able to eat it? 】

[Then how can you be sure that you are worshiping your ancestors? 】

"In addition to the ghosts who have descended to the eighteenth level of hell, they are not eligible to come up during the Ghost Festival, and there are also those who have been reincarnated. In this case, descendants will naturally not be able to accept the offerings."

Those ghosts stood there obediently, not daring to move at all. A few of them were piled together and were whispering.

"Tell me, who is Master Yan talking to?"

"You don't even know this. This is a live broadcast. Now young people like to watch this. I also watched this before I died. It's just that the content of the live broadcast is different, hehe." The male ghost who answered the call smiled lewdly and said Qing's eyes drifted over, and she suddenly withered.

[Haha, laugh it off, it seems these ghosts are afraid of Master Yan. 】

[It's pitiful that they are dead, why do the anchors still stand there and watch them? Not letting them move freely? 】

[Perhaps you are afraid that they will fight over food? 】

After a while, two people came over with vegetable baskets and yellow paper and incense.

Those extremely hungry ghosts stared at the basket, and when the family lit the incense, they even shed tears.

"Hopefully this is a restaurant that no one is eating so I can share some."

"Don't worry, there must be some leftover between the two families."

Unfortunately, the two families lit the incense and called out the names of the people to be worshiped. Immediately, two old men walked up to the family members with smiles, picked up the bowls, and picked up the food.

The audience in the live broadcast room was eye-opening.

[This is similar to a TV series, could it be...]

[I also began to doubt, is this really not a TV series? 】