When he thought of this, Liu Dali couldn't help but feel scared.
He looked at the photographer with a horrified expression.
The photographer who was so scared that he peed his pants before was now so excited.
This huge contrast made him even more convinced that the two people in front of him were 100% mentally ill.
Then he silently distanced himself from the two of them.
However, when he saw Sister Zhou walking out of the thick fog, her feet suddenly stopped in mid-air.
"This, this. This is..."
Liu Dali looked at Sister Zhou with a shocked expression, and was speechless for a moment.
She has phoenix eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, and a pretty face full of spring.
She is petite but charming, and she is as delicate as a naughty doll.
Now even if he told the woman in front of him that she was a certain celebrity, he would probably believe it.
Sister Zhou stood between the two parties and was suddenly stunned when she saw Liu Dali's terrifying face.
Before he could react, Lu Chen pulled him into his arms.
"This, this is my girlfriend I picked up on the roadside!"
Lu Chen looked at Liu Dali and smiled honestly.
Then he hugged Sister Zhou and backed away.
When Liu Dali heard this, he was stunned.
Girlfriend picked up on the roadside? ? ?
Why haven't I picked it up on the roadside? ? ?
Moreover, could such a beautiful girl be found on the roadside?
No, do mentally ill people have girlfriends now? ? ?
Liu Dali felt a little dizzy, so he covered his head and sat down.
Although he also coveted Sister Zhou's beauty, he naturally cherished his life more than his own life.
I don't intend to touch the opposite sides of these two mental illnesses.
Sitting there silently, waiting for the passage of time.
Sister Zhou curiously looked up and down at Liu Dali in the distance, and asked Lu Chen doubtfully:
"That...is a human, right?"
The photographer who is so afraid of ghosts is sitting here calmly. Sister Zhou naturally doesn't think it is a ghost.
Besides, Liu Dali just spoke.
"That's mental illness. Let's pretend to be mentally ill when the time comes, so we won't be attacked by him..."
Lu Chen quietly leaned into Sister Zhou's ear and told her the previous plan again.
"Remember, our task now is to delay the time until the staff of the mental hospital comes here to pick him up. Don't have a head-on conflict with him. Although he has a bad mind, he used to be a mercenary. If he really fights, we will fight him three times. You may not be able to beat him!”
Lu Chen took a look at his accumulated popularity points and found that he had enough to upgrade his fighting skills.
But he was still a little reluctant to just use up the popularity points he had saved for half a month.
Moreover.
The person he has to face is a mentally ill person. If he really pisses him off, no one can tell what will happen next.
If I upgrade my fighting skills, I can protect myself, but the photographer and Sister Zhou don't have this ability.
To be on the safe side, Lu Chen chose to outsmart him.
Liu Dali, who was across from him far away, smiled and said:
"The weather is quite nice today, and we are destined to gather in this feng shui treasured place. How about I tell a joke to liven up the atmosphere?"
Liu Dali raised his head and glanced at the mist floating in the sky, and then looked at the tombstone in front of him that was overgrown with weeds and had not been taken care of for a long time.
The corner of his mouth twitched and he said bravely:
"Yes! It is indeed a Feng Shui treasure land..."
Sister Zhou looked at Liu Dali with a strange expression, always feeling that something was wrong.
"Is it normal for him to look like this?"
"What's normal? My brother deliberately said it was a Feng Shui treasure land and the weather was good. He's still there. How could he be a normal person!"
Sister Zhou wanted to say something more, but was forcefully interrupted by the photographer.
"Besides, what normal person would go to someone else's grave in the middle of the night and pretend to be a ghost to scare people! He wanted to stab me before, and he even said he came from the Third Mental Hospital!"
The audience in the live broadcast room also felt an indescribable sense of violation at this moment.
[I feel like this person is indeed a bit weird, but he doesn’t seem to be mentally ill. He looked quite normal before? 】
[How is it normal? Is it normal to hide in a grave in the middle of the night and scare people, or is it normal to stab someone with a knife? 】
[Mental illness only makes people crazy when they are ill. At other times, they are actually not much different from normal people! 】
【Shh! Don't make any noise, Brother Lu is going to make a joke, you'll find out later! 】
【……】
Lu Chen cleared his throat and took out his joke from the bottom of the box.
"Ahem! Do you know why Zhao Yun didn't participate when Liu Guan and Zhang San became sworn brothers?"
Liu Dali thought for a while and then replied: "Because there was no Zhao Yun at that time?"
"It's not because if Zhao Yun becomes a sworn sworn brother, he will be called Zhao Si!"
Everyone: "..."
The atmosphere present suddenly solidified.
Lu Chen quickly winked at Sister Zhou and the photographer beside him, and reminded him in a low voice:
"Smile, have you forgotten to pretend to be mentally ill?"
After being reminded by Lu Chen, the two of them had stiff smiles on their faces, a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Hehe! Hehe!"
The two began to sneer.
When Liu Dali, who was sitting far away, heard the laughter of the two people, he became even more frightened.
If you can laugh out loud at such a joke, what else could it be but mental illness? ? ?
Unexpectedly, that pretty girl with very pleasant appearance was also a psychopath.
I can't offend these three psychopaths.
Liu Dali reacted quickly and laughed in agreement.
"Ha! Haha..."
In the distance, Lu Chen heard Liu Dali's laughter and looked at the two people in front of him with extremely horrified expressions.
"Did you hear that? You can laugh at such a cold joke. This is not mental illness. What else could it be!"
At this moment, the two of them completely believed that Liu Dali, who was sitting far away, was mentally ill, and then they laughed even louder.
Just like that, the three of them burst into laughter.
An eerie, cold and strange laughter echoed over the entire cemetery.
Cao Chengren and the photographer, who had already fled to the gate of the cemetery, were frightened to the point of losing their footing when they heard the strange laughter.
The photographer stumbled and fell to the ground.
Cao Chengren looked at Cao Chengren in front of him with a bleak expression, and said without tears:
"Brother, I think I need to change my pants!"
Without saying a word, Cao Chengren directly carried the photographer who peed his pants on his back and comforted him:
"Run first, it will be bad if the ghost catches up!"
As time passed, the laughter died down.
Lu Chen continued to speak to stall for time.
"One day, Nuwa was pinching someone and laughing very happily. Pangu asked Nuwa out of curiosity, what are you laughing at?"
"Nuwa replied, the most important thing in life is to be happy!"
After a brief silence, an insincere sneer sounded in the cemetery.
Lu Chen wanted to continue speaking, but was stopped by Sister Zhou and the photographer behind him.
The two of them looked at Lu Chen with firm eyes and painful expressions.
"Brother! If you can't let me go out and do it to him, I will die if I continue to listen..."
"You are not acting mentally ill. If you keep listening to this, I will become mentally ill!"
After hearing these two jokes, Liu Dali's face was very distorted.
Silently he took out the switchblade from his pocket. He couldn't bear to be humiliated by a few mentally ill men.
(End of chapter)
