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

Old Mrs. Shao, who was performing the incantation technique, was immediately punished by God.

She vomited a large mouthful of blood, her face turned pale in an instant, and her whole body felt as if it was being stabbed by millions of needles.

Even the offering she submitted along with her prayer—twenty years of skills—disappeared!

Hearing a loud explosion, Shao Wei pushed open the door and saw that the temporary altar had been blown to pieces.

And his mother fell to the ground and twitched all over!

Shao Wei ran over in panic to help his mother up, and then heard an even more shrill cry from outside the house: "Dad, ah——help——"

It was not right for Shao Wei to leave his mother behind immediately, nor was it right for him to go out to see his daughter.

When he helped his mother sit on the sofa and went out to see his daughter, his daughter had instantly changed from a sixty-year-old to a hunchbacked centenarian, her skinny body curled up.

"Tianyue!" Shao Wei quickly picked up Shao Tianyue and found that she was dead with blood coming out of all seven orifices.

Her eyeballs were bulging and bloodshot, as if they were about to fall out of their sockets, as if she had seen something extremely frightening before she died. She had also bitten off her tongue, leaving only a little flesh and blood still attached.

She inserted her ten fingers into her palms with force, and all her well-maintained nails broke. Her palms were bloody and her bones were clearly visible.

What kind of torture did his only daughter, whom he held in the palm of his hand, suffer before her death to leave her in such a dead state?

Shao Wei's eyes were bulging with anger, as if fire was coming out of them, and his teeth were chattering.

He swore to heaven that he would never let go of the man who killed his daughter and severely injured his mother!

Shao Tianyue naturally suffered inhuman torture.

Just before Shao Tianyue died, the retribution for her abuse of the art of borrowing luck also arrived. All the pain, injuries, negative emotions and other tortures that she had never experienced came to her in an instant.

She was tortured to death by these things!

The law of nature is clear. The evil you have done will one day come back to you double!

Song Tang didn't know that just because he refused a piece of prayer paper, it would lead to such a bloody incident.

She returned to the villa at this time, and Yanyan and Roy, who were already full of energy, were also here. Especially Yanyan, she had to stay here for a while.

Otherwise it would be impossible to explain why she was in critical condition just one moment and was full of life and nothing happened the next moment.

"Wow, your house is so big!" Yanyan and Roy were like two freshly baked bumpkins, jumping around to visit the villa.

Song Tang sat on the sofa, watching Wei Kangyu quietly cooking with two little paper figures.

Dean Zhang was originally here, but he took a phone call and left. I don’t know whether he went back to the hospital to deal with the follow-up or had other matters.

"Are you still doing live streaming?" Roy looked at the pile of professional live streaming equipment placed near the window in the living room, and took a look at them curiously.

"Yes, we will start the live broadcast after dinner. I may ask you to keep your voice down, or you can go upstairs to play. There is a study room upstairs with books and computers."

I still have to earn a living, and I don’t know if the money for road construction is enough. Is it possible not to live broadcast?

I have made a lot of money, but when it comes to spending it, I always feel like it’s not enough!

Song Tang sighed. If he had known earlier that he should have secretly stolen the magic weapon of the God of Wealth, he might have become wealthy now!

After dinner, they asked Song Tang the name of his live broadcast room and decided to go upstairs to play.

Before leaving, he warmly invited Wei Kangyu.

"Cousin Wei, let's go upstairs and play. Don't disturb your sister's live broadcast." Roy waved at Wei Kangyu, "I know you are curious, but your sister has classes during the day and live broadcasts at night to make money to support the family. It's very hard. You have to be obedient."

Wei Kangyu: “…”

He looked at Song Tang silently, picked up Song Tang's old laptop, and obediently followed the two "sisters'" friends upstairs.

Song Tang smiled as he watched his freshly-caught cousin go upstairs. This boy was really lucky. She was even older than the first page of his family tree.

Now I can just call you sister and I’m getting a great deal!

As soon as Song Tang came online, a large number of fans flocked to him instantly.

At the same time, Mr. Shen was also asking Ah Wu to fiddle with his phone and watch the live broadcast. He walked around the room with his cane, urging Ah Wu to hurry up.

Ah Wu himself doesn't often play with his phone. He finally downloaded the Shark platform APP, but found that he couldn't enter the live broadcast room. After fiddling with it for a long time, he couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he quickly called a young security guard who was only in his early twenties to come in.

"I should have known I wouldn't have let that bastard go! What a heartless guy, he left me, an old man, alone, pitiful." Old Shen banged his cane. His grandson, who only had a job but no grandfather, took a phone call after lunch and went back to work without stopping.

What a sin! He is an old widower and he can’t even watch a live broadcast.

Sometimes, not liking live streaming isn’t necessarily a personal problem.

Song Tang watched as the number of online users continued to rise to over one million, and when it was about to reach two million, the growth slowed down. Song Tang thought it was about to end, and was about to start again.

Suddenly, the number of people increased sharply again, and this time it directly exceeded five million!

The department of the Shark platform that is specifically responsible for Song Tang’s live broadcast room was scared. Yes, just for this one live broadcast room, their entire department was on high alert.

In the words of their boss, this is the highest courtesy, and they must ensure that Master Song’s live broadcast is smooth.

Anyone who deliberately spams the screen to cause trouble will be kicked out.

If there is a day when the gifts are insufficient and not worthy of their noble Master Song, their department will be responsible for making up for it with small accounts.

Fortunately, Song Tang's fans are all loyal, and ordinary fans will give small gifts to show their appreciation. There are also countless local tyrants who don't tell fortunes, but just come to the live broadcast room to make themselves known.

They were watching the people on the gift list with their own eyes. One group came on today, and another group would squeeze in tomorrow. It was so lively!

"What's going on? I saw that the number of users in the backend was about two million, but how come there are five million people online? Is there a bug? Let the technical team check it out."

Their department has now become the most envied department in the entire company. Except for being busy when Song Tang is broadcasting live, most of the time they are helping to edit videos.

Master Song doesn’t know how to package himself, but they do, so he just does it!

They even received a reward of three months’ salary from their boss, which made them very happy. Now every live broadcast is full of fighting spirit.

"Boss, Qiangzi and I have checked, there is no problem with the backend data and the number of online users." Qiangzi is the strongest programmer in the company. He has lost weight and looks much more handsome because he has not worked overtime for a long time.

The most important thing is, the bald spot on my head finally grew a thick patch of new hair due to proper rest and medication!

"There's a data difference of nearly three million, and you still dare to say there's no problem? Are we seeing a ghost?" The department head got angry instantly.