Terror broadcast

Chapter 1075 I am the host of the show (end of book)

Come on, let's go together!

The fat man held a small flag in his hand and was wearing a dark yellow Taoist robe, commanding a group of young men and women in front of him who were also wearing Taoist robes.

Dong-dong-dong! Dang-dong-dong!

Ohh Ohh ohh!

Some people hold wooden swords, some people hold gongs, some people play suonas, some people beat drums, and some people jump around and recite mantras.

The originally messy rural Baishier music band became orderly under the guidance of Fatty. Everyone followed the rhythm of the tune and did their own thing, each performing their duties, exuding a solemn and solemn feeling, just like a symphony. A sense of déjà vu!

The fat man jumped up and down, directing every detail,

He is very attentive because this is his career and his life.

This team is everything to him.

Okay, stop!

The fat man raised the flag in his hand to signal everyone to stop.

Dong dong dong dong dong dong!!!!

The sound of the big drum began to beat rapidly, and finally came to an abrupt stop.

Everyone stopped and stood up neatly, and then everyone quickly took out a long sign from their sleeves, similar to the one held by ancient ministers when they went to court.

The fat man also took out a token from his pocket like a magic trick.

Then everyone behind him bowed in unison:

Congratulations to Mr. Zhao for being ranked among the Immortal Class!

Bah, bang, bang!!!!

There was a burst of applause from all around.

The director of the funeral home was very pleased and said to a middle-aged man in a suit beside him: Mr. Zhao, are you satisfied with this?

Satisfied, very satisfied. I hope it will be like this on the day of the funeral.

Don't worry, that's for sure. This is the main project of our funeral home recently. We Chinese still need to promote our own culture. Funeral culture is actually a kind of our traditional culture.

Yes, yes, I believe that my father's spirit will rest in peace in heaven.

Um.

The director of the funeral home motioned to the deputy director below to sign the order. He walked over to the fat man who was drinking water and resting, reached out and patted the fat man on the shoulder.

Bayi, you did a good job.

Thank you, curator. Can you give me some bonuses?

No problem, I will give you a bonus for every order you take, so I will do what I say!

The curator encouraged everyone again and then left.

Brother Bayi, you are really good. This is much more money than what we used to make by running around in the countryside doing nothing. A young man came up to the fat man and flattered him.

What are you doing now? Tomorrow we will create an Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea Formation to completely blind their eyes. The fat man seemed very casual. Indeed, compared to his previous formations of moving mountains and filling seas, now It's just that if you direct a hundred or so people to put on a show, you really won't gain much traction.

But in life, the most important thing is RMB, and the rest does not matter.

By the way, Brother Bayi, are you going to watch the fun later?

What's the excitement? This is a funeral parlor. What's so interesting about the excitement of dead people?

I heard that the body of a black man was delivered today and will be cremated in the afternoon. We have seen many other people cremated. I really want to see what color the ashes of a black man look like after he is cremated.

The young man was only talking to himself and did not notice that the whole face of Brother Bayi next to him was so frightened that he was deformed.

………………

Master, thank you for your hard work.

Master, come to my house for dinner tonight.

Master, go to my house.

Amitabha, thank you all the donors, but today's work is not finished yet.

The monk was wearing a long robe and still shoveling soil with a shovel in his hand. Behind him were a group of middle-aged people in suits and ties.

Master, does this count as accruing merit?

Yes. The monk responded.

Then I will donate more money to this village tomorrow and hire a construction team to renovate this mountain road. Is it considered a good deed?

To accumulate virtue, you have to practice it. The monk replied.

I understand, Master, I understand.

There were many dignitaries in the crowd, but they continued to do the work at hand under the leadership of Qi Lv. For them, money and other enjoyments were somewhat looked down upon. How to accumulate virtue and pray for future generations was the most important thing. their focus.

………………

The spring breeze was warm, and there were many passengers waiting for taxis under the Pudong International Airport terminal.

Yingying'er is a little thinner than half a year ago. Her figure used to be a little plump, but now she looks a little frail.

Her studies have ended, and she has just returned from the United States and returned to the Magic City.

For her, life must go on no matter what, and she does not allow herself to slack off at all. Every moment, she needs to live the most exquisite life.

Because she was worried that she didn't know when that man would appear in front of her, and she didn't want her to see her decadent and ugly side.

This is a common trait shared by every woman. No one can escape the beauty of a woman who pleases her.

Hello, do you still know me?

A man stood behind Ying Yinger.

Yingying'er turned around and saw a man wearing a burgundy suit. The man's clothes were rigorous and every detail of his body was meticulous. The most important thing was that he should have come back on the same plane as her. To be able to maintain absolute refinement after being on a plane for such a long time is enough to show the other party's persistence in such details.

Hello, I really don't know you. Ying Ying'er responded.

You used to run a clinic, right? Our company is right above yours. It's a game company. The man reminded.

Oh, I remembered, hello.

Are you going back? the man asked, Let's go together. It's not very convenient to call a taxi here. My boss is driving.

No need to bother, I have a friend to pick me up. Yingying'er refused.

Is he back?

What? Yingying'er couldn't understand.

Oh, he didn't come back. The man shook his head, If he comes back, let me know.

The man took out a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote down his mobile phone number. It was also a sign of respect that he didn't directly ask for WeChat or other contact methods.

He and I have a good relationship, the man explained.

Is it Su Bai? Yingying'er asked.

Yes, that's him. The man took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, Although the air in Shanghai is not as good as California, when I came back here, I felt that my life had power again.

Good luck with your work.

the same as you.

(California law allows same-sex marriage——Xiao Long Press)

A man drove up in a car and honked the horn.

My boss is here to pick me up, so bye.

goodbye.

The man got into the car. In the car, he talked and laughed with his boss, and even reached out to help his boss straighten his tie.

I don't know why, but seeing the actions of these two men, Yingying'er felt a little sour in her heart.

Soon, Ying Ying'er waited for a taxi. She did not go back to her residence first, but returned to the building where she used to work.

She didn't know why, but she wanted to come back here and take a look first.

There was an old firefighter at the entrance of the corridor who was checking the fire fighting equipment of the building. When Ying Ying'er came over, the firefighter smiled at Ying Ying'er, and Ying Ying'er also smiled back.

Brother Li, will your young master's funeral be held tomorrow? a colleague asked from the side.

Well, it's tomorrow, the old firefighter replied.

Then you went out to work today. Oh, forget it. Just say sorry. That's right. When people are busy, they don't have time to think.

I still have a grandson. I came back this time just to take care of my grandson.

You haven't been on vacation recently?

It's nothing, it's nothing. It's good to be back. It's good to be back. You can continue to live your life.

………………

The office has not yet been sublet, and Ying Ying'er had already returned it to Su Bai, but someone seemed to have extended the lease for five years, so the place remained the same.

Yingyinger found the cleaning supplies in the inner room and started cleaning.

I just got off a long-distance flight and am very tired.

But Ying Ying'er insisted on continuing to clean the place.

I was busy until the evening.

A little tired and a little confused.

I poured myself a glass of water and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the neon lights flashing below.

The cold city is also the cold night,

Yingying'er took out her mobile phone and opened a radio station APP.

Ten years ago, someone made statistics and found that the three major radio listening users are students, migrant workers, and drivers.

Nowadays, with the popularity of smartphones, there are two major categories: drivers and lonely people.

He said that that time might be the last time we met,

It's been so long,

He really never contacted me again.

It was as if he had really jumped into the sea of people, leaving no trace behind.

He is still the same, he only thinks of himself when he needs her, and he is still the same, every time he needs her, he clings to her uncontrollably.

One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. There is no question of who suffers and who is irresponsible.

Leaning against the window sill, Ying Ying'er's hair was spread down and resting on her shoulders.

What he held in his hand was obviously mineral water, but it tasted like wine after drinking it.

There was some noise in the mobile phone's broadcast sound at this time. It seemed that there was some problem with the signal, but it soon returned to normal, but the tone changed at this time:

Hello dear listeners.

Welcome to the program Horror Radio\

,"I,

He's the show host,

I…………

I have a name, my name is Su Bai;

Here, I want to order a song for a girl as a gift to her. I know that she has just returned from studying abroad and she must be very lonely now.

This song is Hou Xian's Beloved Concubine\

,"I hope,

She can still be happy when I'm not around her, and she can continue to live happily.

If you love her, give her the most beautiful stars and twelve hours,

That night,