The production team had really put in a lot of effort to come up with such special effects!
Just based on this scene, I'm definitely going to follow this season's show!
The funds were burning! The funds were burning!
It's so realistic that it's comparable to a Hollywood blockbuster. I almost believed it!
Wake up, guys, this is a live broadcast. You can't photoshop!
Wait a minute? Were these lightning bolts real?
F * ck! Kneel down!
………
He realized that this phenomenon was not a special effect added by the program team in the later stages, but really after.
The audience was dumbfounded.
Why did a sudden clap of thunder occur out of nowhere?
Moreover…
And all of them landed on the tombstone?
What was even more puzzling was…
The village chief said that the ancestor was about to leave the mountain.
Leave the mountain?
Could it be that the Zhang Clan's ancestor under the tombstone was really not dead and was about to be born?
Was he a human or a ghost?
The audience's thoughts were scattered, and in an instant, they thought of a bunch of content.
At the same time.
The popularity of the live broadcast room was also rising at an extremely exaggerated speed.
From the one million online viewers at the start of the broadcast.
Now, it was three million.
It was as if he was riding a rocket.
The director of the production team was still rejoicing that he had good taste and had chosen such a place.
The program was full of effects as soon as it started.
A few minutes later.
Only then did the terrifying phenomenon slowly disappear.
The sky became clear again.
It looked as if nothing had happened. Only the tombstone under the locust tree had disappeared.
"Let's go."
Village Chief stood up after kowtowing one last time.
"Village Chief, didn't you say that the ancestor had left the mountain? Why didn't we see anyone?"
Sister Zifeng looked at the quiet tomb and asked.
"The old ancestor is a god. How can we see his tracks?”
"If we are fated, we will naturally meet.”
The village chief said frankly.
His explanation fell into the ears of a few people.
It made people feel even more.
This old man who had lived for more than a hundred years.
It might be a little strange and abnormal.
The four of them followed the village chief back.
"Your place is over there. I still have something to do, so I won't send you over.”
The village chief pointed at a few tile-roofed houses not far away.
This was the residence he had arranged for Teacher He and the others.
It looked a little shabby.
However, the surrounding environment was still very good.
There were many green bamboos and green willows planted around.
Not far behind the courtyard was a winding clear stream. In front of the courtyard was a large open space that had not been reclaimed.
Everyone nodded and thanked the village chief before walking towards the tile-roofed house.
"Teacher He, do you think what the village chief said just now is true?”
Peng Peng saw the village chief leave.
Then, she walked to Teacher He and asked.
"Of course it's fake. Peng Peng, we have to believe in science!”
Huang Lei interrupted.
"How do you explain the lightning and the vortex? I have a feeling that this place is not simple!”
Peng Peng asked relentlessly.
"Do you think that the ancestor has really woken up and left the mountain?”
Peng Peng said with an excited expression on his face.
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Mr. He reached out his hand and gently knocked on his head, signaling him to stop.
Peng Peng let out an aggrieved "Oh" and did not say anything else.
Everyone walked and chatted as they walked to the door of the tile-roofed house.
After getting closer.
He was surprised to see an old man sitting on a rattan chair at the door of the tile-roofed house, leisurely basking in the sun.
The old man was wearing a black tunic suit. His silver hair was neatly combed. His eyes were slightly closed, and his face was calm and comfortable.
Strange?
The village chief said that no one lived in this tile-roofed house.
Why did an old man suddenly appear out of nowhere?
Everyone looked at each other.
He looked puzzled.
Only when sister Zifeng looked at the old man on the rattan chair.
For some reason, a familiar feeling surged up.
"Old man, why are you here? Are you lost?”
Teacher He walked forward and asked with concern.
He guessed that the person in front of him should be an old man from the village.
Maybe she got lost and came to them.
"I'm here to look for you."
The old man opened his eyes and looked at Teacher He with a smile.
"To be precise, I'm here to see this girl.”
The old man raised his finger and pointed at Sister Zifeng who was standing behind him.
Sister Zifeng was at a loss after being pointed at.
He did not know this old man at all.
Where did this fated talk come from?
This old man couldn't be a swindler, could he?
I'm familiar with this line. Next, I have a martial arts secret manual here. Since we're fated, I'll sell it to you for ten yuan!
The old unlucky fellow upstairs!
Tsk tsk, he had scammed the production team?
He probably saw that our sister Zifeng was kind and cute, so he deliberately picked on her!
Teacher Huang and Teacher He were both smart people. He wondered how this old man would fool them next!
I'm already looking forward to the expression on this old man's face when his scam is exposed!
.........
The audience in the live broadcast room instantly reached a consensus.
They treated this old man as a swindler and were furious.
Huang Lei and Teacher He.
That was also his guess.
After all, the other party's opening remarks were really like those scammers.
However, before they could respond.
Peng Peng, who was behind him, spoke first.
"Old man, since you said that you and sister Zifeng are fated, then can you calculate what kind of fate it is?”
Peng Peng asked with a silly smile.
His suggestion made Teacher He and Huang Lei's eyes light up.
This was a good idea!
If the old master couldn't say anything, they would send him away.
If he could say it, how could he say it?
Could there really be someone in this world who could predict something?
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