Surprise! Mrs. Xie is setting up a fortune-telling stall on a tricycle again

The director stared at the humanoid skeleton in front of him with eyes wide open, in disbelief, and said to himself, "This prop is so lifelike and amazing, it can even speak human language."

Shangguan Wudi: "Let go, I don't want to play this."

The director was still touching Shangguan Wudi's bones, saying, "Strange, since he can talk, he should have a voice generator installed on his body. Where did you install the voice generator? Why didn't I see it?"

As he spoke, he put his head close to Shangguan Wudi's chest, looked down through the ribs, and saw the head at a glance...

When he didn't see anything, the director started to get a little nervous.

This is impossible.

In order for a prop to be able to make a sound, it must be equipped with a sound generator.

With trembling hands, the director took off the hat on Shangguan Wudi's head, trying to find the sound generator.

However, no.

The moment the director didn’t see the sound generator, his eyes rolled back and he fainted again.

Jiang Cha patted his forehead, and the director slowly woke up. When he opened his eyes, he heard Bones complaining about him, "This human just took advantage of me. Is he a pervert? He didn't even let an old bone like me go?"

director:? ?

Jiang Cha pressed the acupuncture points on his tiger's mouth, using the pain to prevent the director from fainting again.

The director pointed at Shangguan Wudi, his hands trembling, and was about to say that there was a ghost.

Jiang Cha quickly drew a few strokes on the back of his hand.

The director suddenly couldn't see Shangguan Wudi anymore.

He blinked hard and rubbed his eyes with his hands, but still saw nothing.

Jiang Cha deliberately asked: "Director, what did you do just now?"

The director swallowed and whispered, "I think I saw something dirty."

Dirty thing Shangguan Wudi: ??? ?

Shangguan Wudi said depressedly: "I collected rainwater to take a bath last month. Why is this person so rude?"

The director couldn't hear Shangguan Wudi's voice this time.

Jiang Cha changed the subject, "Director, what do you want to say?"

The director rubbed his hands and quickly said to Jiang Cha: "Jiang Cha, can you come over here? I need your help with something."

The director called Jiang Cha away.

When he left, he ran alone in front, running very fast, as if there was a fire burning his butt behind him.

The head of the data group quickly told Jiang Cha that there were many more viewers in the live broadcast room.

Jiang Cha knew what had happened at a glance.

"Can you give me my phone first?" Jiang Cha asked the director.

The director now wished he could treat her like an ancestor and of course he would not refuse Jiang Cha's request. He immediately asked someone to get Jiang Cha's things.

The first thing Jiang Cha did when he got the phone was to open it and send a message to Hei Wu.

【Ginger-tea】: Are you watching my live broadcast?

【Black Friday】: How did you know?

[Ginger-tea]: Are you still promoting my live broadcast in the underworld?

[Black Friday]: You even know this?

[Ginger-tea]: You also posted the live broadcast link on the largest forum in your underworld?

[Black Five]: It turns out that I can't hide anything from you.

[Black Five]: You are now a celebrity in our underworld, and everyone is gearing up to vote for you as the most popular guest.

[Black Friday]: These past few days, the magazine department has also released your magazine, which was just released and sold out in less than three seconds.

Jiang Cha raised her eyebrows slightly. No wonder she felt that she had gained too much power of faith in the past few days.

【Black Friday】: Do you mind? If you mind, I can stop them.

[Ginger-tea]: There is no need to stop. Ask them to give you a share of the profits. From now on, you will be my agent in the underworld. All my things will be in your hands. You only need to select the necessary ones and report to me.

Black Five was so excited that he nearly fell off the boat into the River Styx.

[Black Friday]: Good, good, good.

【Black Friday】: I will definitely work hard.

Black Friday brings good luck and fortune, and you are so happy that you want to offer ginger tea at home.

[Ginger-tea]: First, find a few programmers and ask them to work overtime to create a live broadcast APP exclusively for the underworld. From now on, I will broadcast my live broadcasts there using your account, and then let the ghosts below watch through your live broadcast room. Otherwise, there will be too many of them, which will easily cause panic in the world.

[Black Friday]: That’s no problem. There are many programmers who died suddenly. Recently, several of them have passed away. They were all young, but they had no hair.

[Ginger-tea]: I will pay enough. Overtime will be paid three times the salary. I will arrange people to pay for it.

【Black Friday】: Boss, rest assured, I will do my best.

Black Five was so excited at this moment that he wanted to jump into the River Styx and swim from one end to the other.

Jiang Cha solved the problem, returned the phone to the staff, and said, "It's OK."

The director was standing nearby and couldn't help but ask, "Okay?"

Is it okay to just play with your phone for a while?

Can a cell phone solve this problem?

Isn't it necessary to kill a few chickens, roast a few pigs, light some incense, and then fight with the peach wood sword?

Not even necessary to perform shaman dance?

The director had a lot of things in his mind, but he was still sensible.

I held back and didn't ask.

After a while, the head of the data group came to him and said, "It has been handled well. Now the number of viewers in the live broadcast room has returned to normal, and the number of viewers from unknown sources has disappeared."

The director wiped his forehead, waved to the team leader, and then whispered, "How do you think the cell phone makes those gui..."

He even lip-synced, but he was still afraid to say the word, so he changed his mouth and said, "Non-humans, can mobile phones communicate with them?"

Team leader: "Director, you asked the wrong person."

Director: "Forget it, as long as the problem is solved, where are the other three guests?"

Team leader: "Still inside, seems to be lost."

The director felt a headache again.

……

Jiang Xitong was lost.

These past few days, even though she had the lucky bag given by the master, she was still very unlucky.

The next day I was hit by a monkey.

On the third day, she encountered a giant snake that almost swallowed her. Fortunately, she used the life-saving talisman given by the master in time.

On the fourth day, she fell to the foot of the mountain and was only ten centimeters away from hitting a big rock. Fortunately, she used a life-saving talisman before she almost hit it.

On the fifth day, I encountered a brown bear and used a life-saving talisman when I was being chased.

On the sixth day, a large branch suddenly fell and hit his head.

Today is the seventh day, the last day.

But her life-saving charm has run out.

All that was left in my pocket was the lucky bag.

Jiang Xitong kept holding the lucky bag in her hands, and the uneasiness in her heart was growing.

It's been seven days.

Not only did she not meet Jiang Cha, she also did not hear any news about Jiang Cha's accident.

It seems that the person arranged by my grandfather either failed or could not find an opportunity to take action.

During this period of time, Jiang Xitong has always felt that the koi luck that originally belonged to her was becoming increasingly unstable.

The more unlucky she is, the luckier Jiang Cha will be.

Koi luck will also tend to protect ginger tea.

Jiang Xitong gritted his teeth, touched the bandaged wound on his forehead, and was extremely angry.