Mobile phone store in Xiangcheng city center.
The salesperson took a sip of water, breathing heavily, with some impatience on his face.
"Sir, I've introduced you to all the mobile phones in the store, but you haven't liked any of them? Are you sincerely buying mobile phones, or are your colleagues here to cause trouble?"
The salesperson rolled up his sleeves, put his hands on his hips, and frowned tightly, as if he was about to get angry in the next second.
Sang Luo's face also fell. She looked at Shen Wuyang coldly and asked Shen Wuyang in a cold voice: "What kind of mobile phone do you want? Can't you use the original one?"
Originally, when Wu Quxingjun saw that Shen Wuyang had been rescued, he planned to return the mobile phone that Sang Luo had temporarily lent him to Shen Wuyang.
Who would have known that after Shen Wuyang learned that his cell phone had been temporarily lent to Wu Qu Xingjun by Sang Luo, he immediately said that he didn't want that cell phone and wanted to get a new one.
So Sang Luo took Shen Wuyang to the mobile phone store in the city center to buy a mobile phone.
But the sales staff recommended all the mobile phones in the store, but Shen Wuyang still said he didn't like them.
"Hey, Mr. Xing is my savior after all. How can I have the nerve to ask for the phone you gave him back?" Shen Wuyang explained with a smile.
"Then what kind of mobile phone do you want to buy? None of these thirteen models do you like?"
Shen Wuyang picked his head, "Hmm... I want a mobile phone that can play games quickly. When I was locked up in the dungeon, there was a prison guard who played a game called King of Pesticide outside my cell every day. I watched it for a few days and learned how to play, and I want to play too.”
"He's not using this phone. He seems to be using an Orange phone. It looks good to me. I want to buy an Orange phone."
The salesman who had been tense just now softened immediately when he heard that the man in front of him had just been released from prison.
He grinned widely, "So you want an Orange phone? Unfortunately, we don't sell Orange phones here. You have to go to an Orange store to buy one!"
The salesperson walked out of the counter and pointed to the road outside the gate, "When you go out, go straight along this road, turn left at the traffic light, and walk more than a hundred meters to the Orange Mobile Store! Now it's It’s 6:40 pm, Orange Mobile closes at 7 pm, you have to go quickly, otherwise you won’t be able to buy anything today.”
The salesman couldn't wait to get rid of this hot potato. He was really afraid that he would accidentally anger this brother who had been in prison, and then he would destroy the store.
"Is this so? Then we have to leave quickly, Master!"
After Shen Wuyang heard the words of sales, she rushed out the door and walked towards the Orange mobile phone store without any hesitation.
***
Shen Wuyang got his wish and bought his favorite Orange mobile phone.
Sang Luo also sent Wu Qu Xingjun back to the hotel he had booked for him before.
Sang Luo took Shen Wuyang to Jiang Wuchen's house.
Shen Wuyang lowered his head and played with his mobile phone happily. After adding the King Pesticide that he had been longing for, he opened the whale short video.
"Master, I've been away for so long, don't you have anyone to help you control the comments? Are there still many black people in your live broadcast room?"
In the past, he and Wuyou worked together to help Sang Luo control reviews and do some positive publicity. After he had been away for so long, he was really worried that his master would be scolded by Xiao Heizi.
As a result, when he opened the whale platform, what he saw was an evil ghost being punished in the Hell of Sword Mountain.
A deserted hillside was covered with sharp knives. A male ghost in his twenties who had just entered the underworld took off his shoes and socks and was tied up and forced to go up the mountain of knives. Every time he stepped on it, a drop of blood would spurt out, accompanied by screams.
When the male ghost wants to stop and take a rest, the two flying bird ghosts following him will fly forward and peck his head and gnaw out his eyes.
The male ghost did not dare to stop for a second, and continued to climb up the knife mountain on the tip of the knife.
After watching the video, Shen Wuyang dug his toes tightly, as if he was the ghost stepping on the mountain of knives. Then he looked at the caption of the video:
This is an evil ghost who is being tortured in the seventh level of the Knife Mountain Hell. He was sentenced to the Knife Mountain Hell because he blasphemed the gods and trampled on Buddha statues many times with his feet. You don’t have to believe in gods, but you can’t blaspheme them either! Otherwise, after death, you will be sentenced to the Hell of Daoshan and tortured for 54 billion years!
"Hiss~", Shen Wuyang's body trembled, and he began to be extremely grateful that he had not done anything harmful to nature during his lifetime, otherwise he would be the one being tortured in Daoshan now.
Immediately, he moved to the next video.
A female ghost was sitting by the Wangchuan River, pointing her cell phone at herself and recording a video.
The woman looked about twenty-seven or eighty-years-old, with dark circles almost reaching the corners of her mouth. She smiled and greeted the video, "Dad, Mom! I miss you so much. How are you doing in this world? I have been here since my sudden death. After the company, we will go to the underworld and line up to be reincarnated."
"Except for the prices here being a little more expensive than above, everything else is pretty good. If you see my video, remember to burn more paper money for me!"
Shen Wuyang couldn't hold himself any longer when he saw this. He handed his phone to Sang Luo and asked, "Hahaha! Master, look at this short video of a blogger imitating the underworld's ghost hair and asking his parents for paper money! It’s so funny! No, I have to give it a thumbs up!”
With that said, Shen Wuyang took back his phone and double-clicked on the screen to make a small heart.
"Master, I've been away these days, but I didn't expect that your promotion of the Underworld is so good! It feels like there are a lot more bloggers helping to promote the Underworld. I give them all a thumbs up. The more people believe in this, Master You will have more money for incense~"
Sang Luo looked at the female ghost on the screen of Shen Wuyang's mobile phone, looking a little lost. Why did she think this female ghost was real? It doesn't look like acting.
Due to the intelligent algorithm recommendation mechanism of the whale platform, after Shen Wuyang liked several underworld-themed videos, he scrolled down several more. They were all taken by ghosts from the underworld, and the number of likes was not low. Most of them Some of them have two to three million likes.
"Are all these videos on the whale platform now?" Sang Luo asked.
Shen Wuyang nodded, "Anyway, after I opened the Whale Platform, I flipped through five or six videos in a row, all of which were underworld-themed. It seems that this is a new hot spot now! Master, how soon can you take me to the underworld? I will also shoot some underworld videos, maybe I can get a lot of fans."
"After I increase my followers, I can make money. Once I make money, I can leave it to you to raise those useless ghosts in the underworld!"
Sang Luo also quickly took out his mobile phone from his bag, opened the whale platform and saw all the messages from netizen Aite.
When she took a look, it turned out that netizens were asking her to verify whether those underworld videos were real.
Then, she clicked on the whale hot search list and found that several hot search terms were about the underworld.
#Eighteen levels of hell are the eighteen levels#
#If you don’t respect ghosts and gods, you will go to Daoshan Hell after death#
#undergroundinflation#
Many netizens also joked: 5G network speed is very fast. This year’s Ghost Festival has been advanced by half a year, and all ghosts have come out of the underworld to surf the Internet.
(End of chapter)
