Chi Yan lowered his head into the stand-up collar of his dress and said in a very aggrieved voice, "I heard people say that stealing other people's luck will cause backlash."
Zheng Jie glared angrily, "Even if you are going to be revolted, you have to go to me! I raised you so damn much, spent so much money on your debut, and gave you resources. Do you think I am doing charity?"
"I'm afraid you have forgotten who saved you when your mother was a drug addict and tortured you! And who knelt in front of me and said that she would repay me even if she was a cow in this life?"
"Sister Zhao... I'm scared." Chi Yan stammered.
"What are you afraid of? Isn't she just a fifty-year-old fat woman? What's there to be afraid of? If she likes me, I'll go there myself! Where can it be your turn?"
Zheng Jie twisted his thick neck, pointed at Chi Yan and cursed, spittle flying everywhere.
At this moment, a very dazzling light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and Zheng Jie subconsciously covered his face with his arms.
When he moved his arm away again, there was a sudden roar of people in front of him. Countless cameras were shooting at his face, and entertainment reporters immediately took the microphone to give live commentary.
"Dear viewers, I was in the dressing room backstage at the Golden Microphone Awards. Half an hour before the awards ceremony was about to start, a shocking news suddenly broke out! Chi Yan's stepfather Zheng Jie, on the surface, is a good father. Behind his back, Chi Yan was allowed to get close to a rich woman and treat him as a cash cow, and it also involved such appalling methods as using mystical means to steal people's luck. Let us continue to pay attention to the progress of this matter."
Chi Yan sat on the chair in the dressing room, looking at Zheng Jie in shock as if he was possessed.
Just now, Zheng Jie said he wanted to sleep for a while.
Then, he stood in front of the mirror and practiced the song and dance he would perform at the closing ceremony of tonight's award ceremony.
Later, the official host of Golden Microphone entered the dressing room and said that he would start preparing for tonight's exclusive interview with father and son.
At this time, Zheng Jie was like crazy.
Suddenly he jumped up from the recliner, first ran around the dressing room, and then ran around on the red carpet where other guests were taking pictures.
Finally I ran back to the dressing room.
He cursed angrily at the lens held by the photographer.
He revealed all the shameful things he did in private.
From Sang Luo's live broadcast room to the live broadcast room of Jin Microphone's official account, I happened to see this shocking scene, and they all left messages on the screen in the live broadcast room.
【Fuck! Is he possessed? What about the Monkey King running around alone on the red carpet? 】
【Fuck! Why does he keep cursing at the camera? From this angle, it seems like he is scolding me]
[Immersive scolding]
[Could it be the effect of Master Yunze’s talisman? 】
[Master Yunze has something! 】
Chi Yan's fans felt distressed when they saw the aggrieved and shocked Chi Yan sitting on the chair, and they all picked up their phones and called the Civil Guard Bureau to call the police.
There was a branch of the Civil Protection Bureau on the street where the Golden Microphone Award Ceremony was held, so within five minutes after netizens called the police, they rushed to the scene and arrested Zheng Jie.
At the same time that Zheng Jie was arrested, people from the Civil Protection Bureau also took Chi Yan away to record the hearing.
This drama is over for now.
When netizens saw that Chi Yan and Zheng Jie were taken away, they did not stay in the official Golden Microphone live broadcast room to watch the award ceremony, but returned to Sang Luo's live broadcast room.
Sang Luo looked at the number 2 displayed in the upper right corner and smiled. It was Shen Wuyang and Wuyou who were sitting in the dining hall to cheer her up.
Wuyou checked her phone in the middle of the night and saw the overwhelming black material on Sang Luo on the Whale Platform, as well as the sunspots running around. She was a little worried that Master would be scolded after the broadcast started.
So she took her senior brother to work for Master in the live broadcast room as the live broadcast room manager, as well as a flatterer and a cheerleader.
Just in the blink of an eye, the number of people in the live broadcast room increased from 2 to 100,000+.
[The master is so awesome]
【It is indeed a good show】
[Master, what kind of talisman was that you just made? Amazing】
[More powerful than the soul-fixing talisman]
Sang Luo saw that some netizens in the live broadcast room were curious about the talisman she had just burned, so she replied: "My name is Taixu Talisman."
[Tai Xu Talisman? 】
[What is the use of this talisman? Can it make people crazy? 】
[Reminds me of Jia Baoyu’s sleepwalking in Taixu Fantasyland]
"The word Taixu first appeared in "Zhuangzi". It is a philosophical concept that represents an emptiness and mysterious realm." Speaking of this, Sang Luo paused for a moment, "You can just understand it as an illusion. .”
[So the host’s talisman can make people fantasize? 】
【It's a good thing】
[It is similar to the poisonous mushrooms in my hometown]
After Xiao Xiangxiang announced what happened to Chi Yan to the Yanba fan group, she also returned to the live broadcast room.
After connecting with Sang Luo online again, she first expressed her gratitude to all the fans, and then gave Sang Luo a few Hearts of the Sea.
"Okay, that's it for today's live broadcast. See you next Friday."
After Sang Luo said goodbye to the audience in the live broadcast room, he closed the live broadcast room.
After the broadcast, she went to various temples to investigate.
As a result, only one pilgrim was offering incense.
Since the last time the Ministry of Health and Civil Affairs personally went out to refute the rumors, the good image she had managed to establish has collapsed again.
Many netizens once again regarded her as a liar, a Taoist queen, and a drama queen.
She found that except for the incense in the God of Wealth Hall, which was still quite strong, the other halls were basically empty.
Sang Luo offered incense to each temple one by one.
After putting on the incense, she received another long-lost text message:
[Your debit card account 9996 spent 10 million yuan on August 30 to dredge the Wangchuan River. The balance after the transaction is 200,000 yuan. 】
"On August 30th, wages will be paid again soon." Sang Luo frowned.
If the temple was as prosperous as before, she wouldn't have to worry. But now there are fewer and fewer people coming to the Taoist temple to offer incense, and the money from the live broadcast is simply not enough to pay the wages of thousands of ghosts in the underworld.
Shen Wuyang saw Sang Luo's frown and hurriedly ran over and asked, "Master, why are you so frowning? What happened?"
Sang Luo ignored him and walked to the view, holding his chin in his hands and sitting in a daze.
The sky was gloomy, with dark clouds rolling in the sky, and a heavy rain was brewing. The smell of muggy heat in the air made her even more worried.
"Master, what should I do to make you less annoyed?" Shen Wuyang also sat next to Sang Luo.
Sang Luo glanced at Shen Wuyang casually, "Having money can solve ninety-nine percent of your worries."
"Don't you make a lot of money from your live broadcast?"
"That little money is only enough to pay the wages of a hundred ghost servants." Sang Luo turned away, "But do you know how many ghost servants I have?"
(End of chapter)
