Chapter 035 My mother asked me why I typed with my feet
"Brothers, I heard that there are 12 newborn babies in Lin Province today!"
"One of them is my sister, and she gave birth to a daughter."
"Province H has reported that there are 20 newborn babies here, and 3 of them have not yet been born."
"Brothers 666, when the time comes, I will be responsible for identifying the relatives."
"What did I, the rich second generation , say? Those who want to be recognized as relatives should get in line later."
“…”
Looking at these comments, Jiang Lin was thinking about a question.
What do humans eat nowadays?
Whether you want to support Lord Yama or become a relative of Meng Po...
How bold is it to think like this?
Jiang Lin shook his head and didn't dwell on this issue.
He said to the live broadcast room: "Meng Po's mission has ended, and the mission reward has been paid."
"Get ready. We will distribute red envelopes later. Anyone who has contributed to the Mengpo mission can get one."
Meng Po's mission involves too many causes and effects.
He decided to send out red envelopes directly in the live broadcast room.
Those who work harder will naturally have better luck.
If you don't put in any effort at all, naturally you won't get any points.
Of course, the red envelopes were all taken out of the storage bag given by Meng Po.
"Red envelopes? Shocking! This underworld live broadcast room can actually send red envelopes!"
"I'm already curious about what red envelopes in the underworld will look like?"
"Hellish stuff, I'm already starting to get numb."
"My seven brothers and eight sisters are all ready, host, please start."
"The internet speed has been checked! Eighteen years of being single, the hand speed is in place!"
In just a few minutes, the popularity of the entire live broadcast room soared.
Even many media outlets are helping to promote the event, encouraging everyone to rush and grab the red envelopes.
The popularity of the live broadcast room has exceeded 30 million.
Seeing that the fans were almost ready, Jiang Lin started to distribute red envelopes.
A ten-second countdown appeared on the screen.
Ten, nine, eight...
With three seconds left in the countdown, the popularity of the live broadcast room suddenly increased by another ten thousand.
...three, two, one!
Countless red envelopes were scattered in the live broadcast room, like a red envelope rain.
The netizens went crazy for it.
Two hands fell alternately on the screen like heavy rain.
Crackling.
He felt like he wanted to smash the screen, afraid that he would fall behind for even a second.
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“Ahhhh I got it, I got it!”
Huang Zihuai is also a member of the Mengpo mission investigation team.
Whatever information they collect will be made public.
Let brothers from all over the world analyze it together.
For example, which books their group is responsible for, and which time period of history other groups are responsible for.
After searching, report online to avoid everyone looking for the same books repeatedly.
Maximize staff utilization.
This makes Meng Po's mission simpler and saves a lot of time.
After learning that those who contributed would receive red envelopes, Huang Zihuai's adrenaline levels soared.
First, I checked the internet speed.
I turned off my grandfather's TV series and stopped my mother from watching Douyin.
When I turned around, I found that my relative's child was playing games on the computer.
Without further ado, turn it off!
Off! Off! Off!
Turn off everything that may affect his ability to grab red envelopes!
It’s no use for a naughty child to roll on the ground and cry!
After ensuring the Internet speed, Huang Zihuai found his sister's makeup cotton pads.
Spray some alcohol on the phone screen, and then use a cotton pad to give the phone screen a good cleaning.
Looking at the glowing phone screen, which had never been so clean, he felt relieved.
Get ready and prepare your hands for the speed of his eighteen years of being single.
Everything is in place!
The next second, the countdown in the live broadcast room ended!
"Ahhh my my!"
Huang Zihuai shouted while clicking the screen frantically.
A red envelope was opened by his subordinate.
"Congratulations, you got the red envelope from the live broadcast room: +10 ghost money."
"Congratulations, you got the red envelope from the live broadcast room: Medicinal Materials +1."
"congratulations……"
On the side, the family members who were about to make a fuss were stunned because their internet was shut off.
The naughty kid didn't even roll on the ground. He just widened his eyes and hid behind Huang Ma.
Papa asked, "Aunt, is my brother crazy?"
Huang's mother, who was holding a feather duster and preparing to punish her son, was also dumbfounded.
There was a slight "click" sound.
The phone screen cracked after being whipped repeatedly.
at this time.
The red envelope rain in the live broadcast room has just ended.
Huang Zihuai let out a breath and collapsed on the sofa.
This time I really don't want to move even a finger.
When I looked up, I saw the whole family gathered around.
Startled, "Are you guys watching monkeys here?"
Huang Ma asked cautiously, "Son, are you okay?"
Huang Zihuai was even more confused than them, "What can happen to me?"
Similar scenes occurred simultaneously across the country.
In this three-minute red envelope rain.
It was as if they had used up all their internal energy over the years and were outputing like crazy.
Then he became weak and collapsed to the ground.
Someone just finished snatching something and was slapped by his mother, who asked him why he was snatching such a damn thing.
Some people used their friends' mobile phones to grab red envelopes, but accidentally slipped and the phone flew out.
There was also a man who looked exhausted after snatching something in the dormitory. His roommate who had just walked in saw it and silently closed the door for him.
The live broadcast room was quiet for ten seconds before the barrage of comments began to float up.
"My hands cramped at the critical moment."
"You're lucky. My screen was broken and I only got three red envelopes."
"Please stop being so pedantic and show some concern for those of us who only got one red envelope."
"I just sent my brother to the ambulance. My mother asked me why I was typing with my feet."
After recovering from the weakness and hand cramps, the netizens gradually resumed their speaking frequency.
"Brothers, let me reveal the secret. What do you get when you open the red envelope? I only have some ghost money."
"This is a medicinal herb. Can you eat it?"
"I have nothing. Is this red envelope rain poisonous?"
"Didn't the host say that only those who put in effort in the Meng Po mission can get it? Those who want to get it for free can leave now."
"Don't panic if you find ghost money, throw it into the merit box."
"I suggest that brothers who have obtained the medicinal herbs can put them into instant noodles, which will taste amazing."
“…Thanks for the invitation. I’m afraid of seeing the host at the grave.”
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After communicating with the viewers in the live broadcast room, Huang Zihuai began to check what he had grabbed.
As for the broken phone screen?
So what!
The screen can be changed, but if you miss the host’s red envelope, you may lose it!
It is clear at a glance which is more important.
Using his old mobile phone, Huang Zihuai opened the backstage of the live broadcast room and saw three red envelopes.
Two of them are ghost money and one is medicinal material.
Just click it and you can see the information of the item.
【Hell Money】: Currency in the underworld. The favorite of ghosts.
Commonly used for: sending to the deceased, giving to ghosts.
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[Soul-binding Grass]: Medicinal herb. It can connect with living souls and help them to breathe again.
Commonly used for: people who are dying, have lost half of their soul, or have been missing their soul for no more than a week.
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"Soul-holding grass..."
After reading the information about this medicinal herb, Huang Zihuai was stunned.
People who have lost their souls for less than a week...
He suddenly raised his head, startling the whole family who were looking at him cautiously.
"mom!"
"Hey!" Huang Ma responded quickly, hiding the feather duster in her hand behind her without leaving a trace.
Although she didn't know what was wrong with her son, she couldn't provoke him anymore at this moment.
Huang Zihuai turned over and sat up. "Fourth aunt's son fell into the water two days ago. How is he now?"
Huang's mother replied subconsciously: "He hasn't woken up yet. Don't you think it's good for the child to take a bath at home? Why does he have to... Hey~"
“…”
Huang Zihuai's heartbeat began to speed up.
Looking at the [Soul-Bearing Grass] on the phone, I suddenly had a sense of mission.
"Mom... maybe, probably, I can save my cousin."
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