It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

After the live broadcast, Song Tang calculated the income from three days of live broadcast.

The money she earned alone is not a small sum. Even if the platform takes all of it and she donates half of it, it will be enough for her to use for a long time.

As for the collection of the power of faith, although it is also growing, it is obviously not as fast as making money.

Song Tang took out the mountain god portrait he had drawn before, took a photo of it, and then posted it on his Weibo account, which was also called Mountain God Song Tang.

Repost this mountain god, and disasters will go away [Picture]

I haven't posted anything on this account since I applied for it, mainly because I was reluctant to open a VIP account. Now, for the power of faith, I have to open one with great reluctance.

There is not a single fan on the account, so naturally no one will respond to Song Tang’s Weibo.

Yu Dongxue is an ordinary office worker. He sneaked into the bathroom to watch the live broadcast for ten minutes and happened to see the part about Ma Hao.

Half an hour later, Yu Dongxue went to the toilet again under the pretext of washing cups. I didn't expect the live broadcast to end so quickly.

She was still not satisfied, so she searched for "山神宋唐" on various platforms to see what was said in the subsequent live broadcast. Unexpectedly, she actually found a Weibo account with the same name.

"Repost this mountain god, and the disaster will go away... Uh, it can't be a high-quality imitation account, right?"

How can a serious account post such a Weibo? It's like "If you don't forward this, you are not a Chinese" or "Forward this or you will be the next unlucky one."

The most outrageous thing is that this account doesn't even have one follower! Even an ordinary person like her has hundreds of followers.

In the end, Yu Dongxue reposted this Weibo and followed "Mountain God Song Tang". What if?

"Are you slacking off again?" a colleague winked at her.

Yu Dongxue didn't dare to admit it, so she raised the cup in her hand and said, "Wash the cup and go to the toilet at the same time."

She quickly ran back to her seat with the cup. At this moment, she seemed to hear some movement above her head, and Yu Dongxue looked up.

The office building their company rented was industrial-style, with twists and turns of pipes and steel frames overhead. Colleagues often complained that this environment was just right for them to screw in screws.

Oh no, they are not even treated as well as those who tighten screws.

And now this imitation steel frame fell from the ceiling with a click at lightning speed, immediately causing screams from colleagues around.

Yu Dongxue didn't know whether she was frightened or what. She just stood there motionless, watching the huge shelf fall straight down.

"Dongxue, are you okay?" I felt someone touching my face. It was a colleague from the same department.

Yu Dongxue shook her head and looked down at the shelf on the ground. The shelf was square in the middle and was originally used as a decoration for the lamp.

Now that the shelf has fallen down, but the lamp has not fallen down, a gap has been created.

And this gap just happened to pass through Yu Dongxue's body, almost brushing her arm as it fell.

"It's all okay, it must be the blessing of the Bodhisattva. Dongxue, go and fulfill your wish at the weekend!"

"Damn, this is too coincidental! It's Death that's coming, Dongxue is blessed by the gods."

God? Mountain God! She just forwarded the Weibo!

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“You said this was calculated by a host?”

Their criminal investigation team has been arguing with fortune tellers recently, right? The last witness claimed that he was saved by a lucky charm.

There was also the Second Brigade, which inexplicably received a call from a tomb robber surrendering himself. They had just caught the man, but then a middle-aged man crying and dragging them to rescue him was heard.

What happened in the end? Was it said to be a misunderstanding?

Moreover, the captured tomb robber was not quite normal. He said whatever he was asked and confessed everything his group had done, including how many people he had killed.

Finally, one of the tomb robbers was sentenced to death. Before his death, he was said to be mad in prison, crying in pain and saying someone was biting him.

They have seen many such extremely vicious criminals who tried to reduce their sentences by claiming mental illness before their deaths.

The examination showed that he was healthy and there was not even a scar on his body. He now estimated that he had reached the Naihe Bridge.

"We're not looking for you. The master said he wants to find a police officer named Zhang!" Jiang Hong snatched the phone.

"Mom..." Jiang Hong's son and daughter-in-law apologized to the police officer who received them somewhat embarrassedly.

They didn't believe it at first, but Jiang Hong insisted that she would definitely find Qun Qun.

They also read the information, which was very detailed, even describing the criminal's characteristics clearly. So the couple followed Jiang Hong to the Municipal Criminal Investigation Brigade with the mentality of giving it a try.

Jiang Hong almost memorized the above content, but she still couldn't help but read and compare it.

Finally found one that fits the bill!

"Officer Zhang!" Jiang Hong ran straight to a police officer with her cell phone in hand.

Officer Zhang had just returned from a mission and saw a woman running towards him. He quickly stopped and asked what was wrong.

"Are you Officer Zhang? The master said he wanted to find a police officer named Zhang who looks the most reliable and always smiles." Jiang Hong intuitively thought it was the man in front of her, who looked to be in his forties and looked much more reliable than the young man just now.

Officer Zhang was stunned for a moment before nodding. He took the phone and his face changed drastically.

He asked Jiang Hong and the others to wait for a moment while he went to the director's office with his cell phone in hand.

Li Yuan hurriedly followed him and asked in disbelief, "Brother Zhang, you don't really believe it, do you? Yes, everyone would be worried if a child is missing, but you can't believe the nonsense of the Internet guru."

Officer Zhang stopped, turned around, looked at Li Yuan and said seriously: "It is our duty to verify the truth of the news. Citizens do not have this obligation."

Although Officer Zhang's tone was not harsh and his expression was gentle, Li Yuan felt as if he had been slapped in the face, with a burning pain on his face.

In the afternoon, a piece of news titled “Jiangcheng police cracked a major case of trafficking in women and children” became a hot topic.

When people checked the news, they found that the crime had occurred in an arcade on the second underground floor of Jiangcheng Shopping Street.

The news mentioned that the owner of the arcade used various entertainment facilities in the arcade to attract the attention of children and young girls. After selecting the target, he looked for an opportunity to strike. After tying up the person, he locked him in a secret room dug at the bottom of the arcade, and then disguised him as a sculpture and sent him away.

When the police broke into the arcade, they found five children who had been fed an overdose of sleeping pills in a secret room. The parents of one of the children were at the scene and sent a banner to the Criminal Investigation Brigade that night.

Song Tang didn't know that she was being targeted by the Criminal Investigation Team again. She was in the vice-principal's office at the time.

She looked at the vice-principal's face and thought that apart from the fact that his granddaughter was a little unfilial, everything was going smoothly for him and he didn't seem to have run into any trouble.

"Ahem..." The vice-principal was also helpless about letting students from his own school tell fortunes.

But after decades of friendship, he could only accept it with a pinch of his nose.

"If you encounter any trouble, you can come to the school. The school is your second home." The vice-principal thought he had made it very clear.

Song Tang didn't understand a word. The confusion on her face hurt the vice-principal's precarious dignity as a teacher.

"I heard you are good at Feng Shui and numerology? Ahem, traditional culture, there is no harm in studying it more."

"The vice-principal wants to have his fortune told?" Song Tang pierced through the paper without hesitation.

But he got a glare from the vice principal. Why doesn't this kid speak in a roundabout way?

At this point, the vice president simply threw in the towel and said, "I have a good friend who is the dean of the medical school of a sister school. They seem to have run into some trouble recently, and I hope you can help them. However, this matter must be kept confidential."

"Leave it to me!" Thinking it was a big deal, Song Tang took it decisively and asked with a smile, "What about what the vice-principal said about looking for the school when you encounter trouble..."

They say that Jiangcheng University can't produce many idiots, but he still pretends to be innocent in front of him. This kid is so cunning.