At this moment, the tall and thin man finally discovered Jiang Chen's existence, and the fans were completely laughing.

"Hahaha! I just want to ask, does this face hurt? The applause is really loud!"

"Men in sunglasses: Do you actually have a sky eye? Is the sky eye completely blind that sky eye?"

"Tall and thin: anchor, please listen to my explanation!"

On the beach.

Jiang Chen walked forward and said lightly: "Is your talisman paper really as effective as you said?"

As soon as he raised his hand, a piece of talisman paper flew in front of him on the stall.

"I, I...this, that...ahee!"

The tall and thin man was speechless and his brain was completely short-circuited.

There was only one thought left in my mind. He finished it and he finished it... Thinking about it, I really couldn't even clear my way to jump to the Yellow River this time. This was a person I shouldn't have messed with.

"Mr. Jiang, I know I'm wrong. Please spare me this time! I will never dare to do it again!"

That premonition of death made him dare not look up at Jiang Chen, and he knelt on the ground and kept getting stuck.

"I will never dare to do it again. Lord Jiang spares my life. Lord Jiang, just think I'm a big deal and let me go!"

I saw that Jiang Chen didn't even go to see the person kneeling on the ground, so he picked up the talisman paper and shook it into the live broadcast camera and continued: "I know that defense is indeed a good thing, but I advise everyone not to buy this fake talisman paper in the future."

"Abide by the order!"

"learn!"

Fans immediately responded in the live broadcast room.

The anchor certification will definitely not be wrong, and some even cry and some laugh.

On the barrage.

"Here, I just bought a piece of talisman paper two days ago, and the small vault is gone! Alas! It's fake after a long time! It's so sad."

"Upstairs, don't talk about you, I'm about the same. My evil-proof jade pendant might be fake."

"No! You are so talented, and someone is really going to buy his talisman paper!"

In fact, since Lord Jiang’s live broadcast room became popular, many people have begun to look for items or pendants to ward off evil spirits and prevent ghosts.

No matter whether you have money or not, since you have encountered this kind of life-saving thing, you must naturally buy it.

At first, when we first saw the anchor coming, these people thought about whether they would buy two pieces of talisman paper, but they never expected that the anti-counterfeiting would come so quickly!

"Don't sell extra things under my name in the future!"

Jiang Chen waved his hand gently, and all the talisman paper in his hand and on the stall burned, and it turned into ashes in a moment. In Jiang Chen's mind, making money can be understood, and even selling fake goods has nothing to do with him.

However, he must not use his live broadcast room to lure others to buy fakes. In this way, the meaning is different. He does not want to be hurt by anyone who bought fakes because of him.

"Yes, Lord Jiang said, don't worry, I will never dare again!"

The tall and thin man responded in a hurry, and his forehead hit the beach one after another.

"I will never dare to do it again, and I will never dare to do it again!"

Jiang Chen ignored it, looked at the barrage in the live broadcast room, but remembered something, turned around and opened the underworld passage, and walked directly into it.

However, as soon as Jiang Chen left, the abnormality here was immediately exposed to the beach, attracting the attention of many tourists. They looked at the stall and then at the person kneeling on the ground in a long robe during this scorching summer with subtle expressions.

"Mom, what is that uncle doing? Why is he kneeling on the ground!"

The passing child held his mother's hand and asked curiously.

"Shh! Don't look at me, let's go!"

The mother seemed to realize something and hurriedly took the child away, fearing that the child would learn bad things.

Hearing the voices of these people, the tall and thin man slowly came to his senses. The invisible sense of oppression gradually disappeared. He looked up carefully and looked at the cell phone that fell on the sand next to him.

At present, the live broadcast room is still playing. After confirming that Lord Jiang has returned to the underworld, he breathed a deep breath and gasped.

The clothes on his body were soaked with sweat. Thinking about the situation just now, fortunately, Lord Jiang was easier to talk to, otherwise he would have been scared to death.

When his legs were slightly relaxed, he hurriedly got up and left, and even wanted the stall, leaving directly. Otherwise... if Lord Jiang thought of something, he would probably not even be able to come back to the world.

Underworld.

Jiang Chen sent the old lady's soul to Huangquan Road. Instead of quickly turning off the live broadcast room, he turned around and came directly to the ghost market.

In the live broadcast room, fans were still discussing the selling of fake talismans just now. Some were continuing to fight, and some even asked where to buy real goods?

At the same time, some people noticed Jiang Chen's movements.

"Is the anchor here to take us to the ghost market?"

"Ah! Ghost Market! I like Ghost Market, and I like the things inside, but it's a bit of a pity. The things here can't be bought with money."

"Upstairs, please pay attention to your words. Don't you want your head anymore?"

"Hey! Just forget it!"

Seeing the barrage in the live broadcast room, Jiang Chen explained: "I'll buy some things, you can take a look."

Regarding the fake talisman paper just now, he saw the inner needs of his fans and also remembered the fan benefits mentioned earlier.

It’s just right to take this opportunity to do this!

Jiang Chen looked at the balance in the live broadcast room backstage and withdrew a part of it to buy things.

The live broadcast room followed Jiang Chen, showing the appearance of the ghost market. The streets were as lively as ever. Even though the Ghost Festival had passed, there were still many hawking sounds.

Among them, the most new and new ghosts are the ones with the most hawking voices.

"Selling the head! Fresh head! Sale it! It's a big sale!"

"Brother, do you want to have a 70-year-old bloody clothes? I see that you have beautiful eyebrows and beautiful bones, and you deserve it!"

Soon, the trapped ghost pointed to his unrecognizable face. Before he could speak, he heard the seller say, "Why would you rather change your eyes first?"

The newbie instantly became speechless and stopped talking.

The eyes were searching for the next target on the street. It would be best if we could find the seniors. But, those old fried dough sticks don’t know their ideas?

After all, it’s not just a waste of time to spend thousands of years here.

The old seniors either stay at home to eat the inventory obtained from the Ghost Festival, or they will not go to the Ghost Market for the time being. They are not fools in their hearts. How can they buy things they have finally sold?

They don’t have much money! When they hear these voices, all the fans in the live broadcast room will smile.

The fun of Ghost Festival appeared in my mind again, and I couldn't help but laugh if I thought about it.
Chapter completed!