The light of the right way,

Shining on that big butt,

Light up all the road to the underworld.

The system mother took me through the boundaries of space and came to the live broadcast room she specially arranged for the third time. This live broadcast room was very different from the previous two decorations. It was not in the wilderness, nor did it have black and white photos or urns. It tended to be commercially decorated to be more like an office, but the furniture was a little simple.

There are three items covered by red cloth on an office desk. There are illuminated machinery in front of the table and a mobile phone supported by a mobile phone stand. The phone has not turned on yet. A small wooden frame is hung next to the desk, and there are props in the wooden frame, such as small wooden hammers, small horns, sunglasses, etc.

I stood on the inside of the desk, looking at the items covered with red cloth, and could easily guess that this was the item my mother needed to bring to prepare.

Damn!?

Can't I make two urns for me to sell!?

Oh my god!

If I really sell urns, even if I am the idol of the underworld, these ghosts will have to tear me away! This is a bare discrimination!

"Host cute, are you ready!?"

The system mother put a backup BGM mobile phone on the table, and the live broadcast was about to start my doubts.

"Can I say there is no?"

How melancholy I was at the moment: "What do you want me to sell?"

"It can be sold except the airplane cup!"

The system mother was vaguely not wanting to tell me, and then she didn't care whether I wanted to conceive the next line, so she turned on the phone directly.

The live broadcast room is opened for the third time.

In the middle of the night, I lay in bed and did nothing and had no intention of sleeping. I refreshed the live broadcast platform of "You Got to Die in the Third Update" again and again, and finally discovered a brand new world under the last refresh.

The homepage of the live broadcast platform "You Go to Die Three Updates" has been pushed into the women's clothing that is so familiar that it is so familiar that it is so familiar that it is so familiar that it is so familiar that it is so familiar that it is so familiar that it is so familiar that it is so familiar that it is so familiar that it is so familiar that it is so familiar that it is so familiar that it is so familiar that it is so familiar.

Zhao Dapao!!!

Zhao Dapao was broadcast live!

Oh my god, he finally broadcasts it!

Another content that can attract the curiosity of the ghosts is that the last time Sima Tongzhao held a live broadcast of Zhao Dapao concert at Naihe Bridge. At that time, Zhao Dapao had obviously drunk Mengpo soup.

The ghosts living in the top ten main urban areas of the underworld naturally knew the effect of this Mengpo soup, so too many people were afraid of losing the live treasure of Zhao Dapao at that time.

Some fanatical fans even lived in fear.

I never expected it!

Zhao Dapao actually broadcast live today.

Did you drink Mengpo soup in the first place for the performance?!

Is this too hard?!

The ghosts clicked into the live broadcast room with all kinds of moods.

In less than a minute, the audience of the live broadcast room, the ghosts rose to seven figures.

"Family, welcome to Da Cannon's live broadcast room!"

Maybe because the content of this live broadcast was for the sale of goods, the system mother did not dress me in a weird style, and her suit was quite straight and had the charm of an industry-leading gold collar. I held the summoned Internet Cloud Microphone and greeted the live broadcast room audience intimately: "I'm meeting my family again!"

"Good evening on cannon!"

"Dao Cannon's outfit is quite handsome tonight!"

"How can handsome be used to describe Zhao Dapao? He is obviously beautiful, but he looks like a beast in a fuzzy dress! How beautiful!"

"Ahem...you should pay attention to your quality upstairs~"

"It's a grave to dance~ it's a grave to dance~"

"What are the cannons going to do tonight?"

"How did Dapao feel after drinking Mengpo soup?"

...

The barrage in the live broadcast room was instantly sensational. I looked at the barrage that occupied the entire screen, with a professional smile on my face, and said in the warmest tone: "Family! The monthly salary earned by Cannon is really limited. Every time I broadcast the set or purchase props, I spend a lot of money. So this time Cannon live broadcast is actually to bring you a certain amount of benefits while disobeying the conscience. This live broadcast is called **heart donation! In order to bring you a better live broadcast to everyone in the future, Cannon will sell some economical things to earn some extra money."

"Absolutely, please believe me."

All this said was disgusting to me.

As soon as these words were spoken, the barrage in the live broadcast room was in full swing again.

"Oh! Even the cannons have been commercialized. Unlocked and stopped watching, it's boring!"

"Remove the clearance! You must be clearance!"

"Selling things!? Then it will definitely be next time!"

"Don't be anxious, see what the cannon says!"

"Yes, yes, look at what cannons sell!"

"The Cannon Fan Support Group is here to support Cannon!"

...

The ghosts are not all mentally retarded. Many of them start to shout to get out of the way, some of them want to support me, and some of them watch coldly if the thing they sell is suitable, they will choose to buy two.

After all, the monthly salary of the Nether Ghost is also worthy of the Nether Ghost.

People even cherish money, let alone ghosts?

Otherwise, how could the stingy guy be called?

"Family, don't worry, what the cannon brings to you is good things, direct sales from manufacturers, absolutely no fakes or high-quality imitations!"

I felt guilty when I said this. Looking at the items covered by red cloth, I wanted to see them clearly so that I could think about how to fool the ghosts.

Unfortunately, things went against my wishes.

The barrage in the live broadcast room is a bit awkward. If you can't produce real materials, you probably will have a bunch of professional naval troops tomorrow.

Just throw it apart!

I took a breath and calmed down my mind, and suddenly turned into a look of red eyes and anxious eyes. I reached out and lifted the first red cloth of the item, and shouted in surprise: "Family! Now I will reveal the first item to you!"

The entire live broadcast room barrage stopped at this second.

My body movements came to an abrupt end. The items covered by the red cloth appeared in front of me. It was a small model of a single bed, which was so ordinary that it could not be more ordinary. Even if the title party was allowed to promote it, it would not be possible to find a suitable slogan! And the price was clearly marked: 888 pieces of dark money.

What a fuss?!

Can a single spiritual bed be sold for such a high price?!

This is really a fool!

I'm definitely a fool!

This guy is not easy to bring!

"That's it!?That's it!?"

"Tsk, I thought it was a good thing!"

"(?????) Cannons can't surprise us anymore!"

"Can a broken bed still sell 888? Are you crazy about money??"

"Unlock the clearance! Unlock the clearance!"

...

Not only was I confused, but the barrage of the live broadcast room exploded.

No matter what age, if capitalists want to cut leeks, they will definitely not let them know that they are leeks, and they must make them think that they are God.

This will better promote the desire to buy.

Now this attitude directly treats leeks as roadside dog tail grass. The biggest joke in the 21st century is that people can buy you.

The barrage became more and more intense, and the number of viewers plummeted to freezing point.

No, if this trend continues to evolve, my reputation will be in my own hands. What is the role of a single spiritual bed besides sleeping?!

It’s better to sell airplane cups!

Very anxious, I suddenly noticed a moment in my mind, and immediately picked up the Internet and cloud microphone to sing to the camera: "I want to have a home~ a place that does not need gorgeousness~ When I am tired, I will think of it~ I want to have a home~ A place that does not need much~ When I am frightened, I won't be afraid... The same age~ a different mind, I want to have a home~"

What can a bed represent?

Can represent home.

What are the ghosts living in the underworld missing?

The most lack of is the warmth and care of home.

The barrage finally calmed down. With the help of the residual heat of the singing, I continued to say: "This bed may look very expensive, but I hope this bed can bring warmth and care to the family members you purchase, just like we are still alive. At least when lying on it, it will no longer be numb and cold and ruthless."
To be continued...