The seventh national census is in full swing.

Gubei Town, western Hunan.

A female anchor is broadcasting the census work live:

"Hello, everyone, viewers from all over the country, welcome to Jiaojiao Shark Live Broadcast Room.

Next, we will conduct a census registration for this funeral items store in the town!

Xiangxi has been mysterious since ancient times.

It just so happened that local personnel can popularize the funeral culture and corpse driving customs in western Hunan for us, hehehehe!"

As the camera turns, an old funeral shop appears in the camera.

There were several white wreaths at the door, and several colorful paper men.

"Will there be zombies in the funeral shop in western Xiangxi?"

"No, I heard that the funeral shop is full of yin energy, doing business during the day and driving zombies at night."

"I have seen several posts recently saying that some unknown creatures have hurt people around the world. Do you think there will be ghosts?"

"It's all bluffing, believe in science."

"Believe in Science 1"

“…”

The female anchor looked at the barrage that was flooding the screen and pretended to be hypocritical:

“Yes, we have to believe in science.

Now please follow my camera and let’s go to the funeral shop first.”

The female anchor waved her hand and walked straight into the funeral shop with the live broadcast tool.

As soon as she entered the house, the female anchor smelled a strong smell of paper money.

The room was filled with incense, candles, paper money, and the empty white paper man made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Nanfeng, who closed his eyes and rested, heard someone entering the house and greeted him casually:

"Incense, candle, paper money, spiritual tablets, I will choose..."

The female anchor looked at Nanfeng.

He is about twenty years old, with a good facial features and is a handsome guy.

The ups and downs of mood stabilized.

"Brother, I'm here to live broadcast the census process. Before the census, say hello to the audience in the live broadcast room!"

Nanfeng was indifferent and raised his hand perfunctorily.

"The funeral guy is so cold?"

"Will selling dead people make life shorter?"

"Hey, why is there a ceramic doll enshrined behind him?"

"Is it Xinma Taigumantong?"

The female anchor responded enthusiastically when she saw the live broadcast room, and smiled charmingly and said to Nan Feng again:

"Little brother, the audience in the live broadcast room are very curious about the things here.

Can you popularize funeral knowledge and culture to the audience in the live broadcast room?”

Nanfeng was not in a bad mood at first, but when the young anchor approached, he felt something.

He looked up slightly and looked at the female anchor in front of him carefully.

Snake face, artificial nose, thick internet celebrity makeup, a perfect plastic surgery face.

However, Nanfeng saw something else on her face.

The dense black clouds cannot transform into turbid air and are about to change their bodies.

His face suddenly became solemn, and he frowned:

"Beauty, stop broadcasting live, you're dying!"

The female anchor was stunned at first, then said angrily;

"You, why are you talking? You're so stinky that you're almost dead!"

This female anchor had a bad temper and was suddenly cursed and her attitude naturally became worse.

If it weren't for live broadcast, she would have scolded Nanfeng's ancestors for the eighteen generations.

Nanfeng was not angry, but instead took out a black talisman from the drawer seriously:

"Beauty, I didn't lie to you.

You are contaminated by evil substances, so I advise you to put this spiritual power card on and maybe you can live for two more days.

Otherwise, by noon, your body may mutate or even die…”

The female anchor couldn't listen at all, and she was so angry that she was itchy.

What can you do if you are good at it?

Do you want a beautiful woman like her to wear such a broken brand with black painted black?

The female anchor didn't give Nanfeng a chance to continue talking.

Change the sweet smile in the live broadcast room before, showing a mean and angry look:

"Don't talk nonsense, it will ruin my mood.

You think I'm on the live broadcast, so you dare not scold you..."

The female anchor was holding a selfie stick while scolding Nanfeng's stinky pen.

He even threw the spiritual talisman heavily to the ground and stomped it on his feet.

Nanfeng wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

I can only shake my head and sigh, life and death are destined to commit suicide...

The live broadcast room was already in trouble;

"666, the live broadcast room is in trouble."

"Is the septic tank? Still contaminated?"

"Hahaha, inter-census fortune telling scene."

"Hurry up and help me get up, I'm so jokingly laughing..."

The female anchor saw the live broadcast room feeling high and continued to raise the atmosphere and induce others to give gifts...

The female anchor didn't shut up until several census staff arrived.

He was the only one in Nanfeng’s household registration book, and the census work was over soon.

Walking out of the funeral shop, the female anchor said to the live broadcast room with resentment:

"This stinky pen is crazy, full of nonsense, I'm spoiled!

Thank you Brother Diao for the plane, Brother Diao Moumo..."

"Have you ever thought about it? What if he said it is true?"

"That kid is a lunatic. If he is really standing upside down, Chi Xiang!"

"That's right, what can Langjiao have to do? He really thinks he's Mayi's calculating?"

“………”

The female anchor was depressed, but she looked at the gifts.

The number of people in the live broadcast room exceeded 3 million, and I felt much more relieved.

I only regard encountering Nanfeng as a joke.

Pollution? Mutation? Will it die? How is it possible...

But the next moment, a dazzling sunlight shone on her body.

The female anchor suddenly felt a little dizzy and headache.

Subconsciously, he rubbed his forehead with his hands.

After rubbing, I found a big bag bulging and it was still a little painful.

It seemed like there was a bead inside, hard and round, growing up...

In the live broadcast room, it was completely exploded.

"Damn it, Langjiao's forehead is getting bigger!"

"I'll go! It's so big a bag."
To be continued...