Brothers, I heard that there were 12 newborn babies in the neighboring province today!
(Dog head) One of them is my sister, she gave birth to a daughter.
Reporting from H Province, there are 20 newborn babies here, and 3 of them haven't been born yet.
Brothers, 666, when they are found, I will be responsible for recognizing them.
Did I, a rich second-generation, say anything? Those who want to recognize relatives, line up behind.
Looking at these bullet comments, Jiang Lin was pondering a question.
What on earth have humans eaten to grow up like this?
Whether it's wanting to raise the King of Hell or wanting to be in-laws with Meng Po
How bold does one have to be to think like this?
Jiang Lin shook his head and didn't dwell on the question.
He said to the livestream room: "Meng Po's mission is over, and the mission reward has been issued.
Prepare yourselves, I'll be sending out red envelopes later. Anyone who contributed to the Meng Po mission can grab one.
Meng Po's mission involved too much karma.
He decided to send red envelopes directly in the livestream room.
Those who contributed more would naturally have better luck.
Those who contributed nothing would naturally not grab anything.
Of course, the red envelopes were all from the storage bag given by Meng Po.
Red envelopes? Shocking! This underworld livestream can actually send red envelopes!
I'm already curious, what will underworld red envelopes look like?
Underworld items, I'm already numb.
My seven brothers and eight sisters are ready, streamer, you can start.
Internet speed has been checked! My eighteen years of being single and my hand speed are ready!
In just a few minutes, the popularity of the entire livestream room skyrocketed.
Even many media outlets were helping to promote it, urging everyone to grab red envelopes.
The popularity of the livestream room had broken through the 30 million mark.
Seeing that the water friends were almost ready, Jiang Lin began to distribute the red envelopes.
On the screen, a ten-second countdown appeared.
Ten, nine, eight
When the countdown reached three seconds, the popularity of the livestream room suddenly increased by 10,000.
Three, two, one!
Countless red envelopes were scattered in the livestream room, like a rain of red envelopes.
The water friends went crazy grabbing them.
Two hands alternated on the screen like a downpour.
Crackling.
As if trying to shatter the screen, afraid of being a second late.
Ahhhhhh, I got it, I got it!
Huang Zihuai was also a member of the Meng Po mission investigation team.
The information they collected would be released to the public.
So that brothers from all over the world could analyze it together.
For example, which books their group was responsible for, and which time periods of history other groups were responsible for.
After finding them, they would report them online to avoid everyone repeatedly checking the same books.
Maximizing personnel utilization.
This also made the Meng Po mission simpler and saved a lot of time.
Upon learning that everyone who contributed would receive a red envelope, Huang Zihuai's adrenaline surged.
First, he checked his internet speed.
He turned off his grandfather's TV and stopped his mother from scrolling through Douyin.
He turned around and saw that the neighbor's child was playing games on the computer.
Without a second word, turn it off!
Turn off! Turn off! Turn off!
Everything that could affect his red envelope grabbing was turned off!
Even if the brat cried on the ground, it was useless!
After ensuring the internet speed, Huang Zihuai found his sister's cotton pads.
He sprayed some alcohol on the phone screen and then gave the phone screen a thorough cleaning with a cotton pad.
Looking at the glowing, never-before-so-clean phone screen, he felt relieved.
He got into position, ready with his eighteen years of single-handed speed.
Everything was in place!
The next second, the livestream countdown ended!
Ahhhhh, mine, mine!
Huang Zihuai shouted while frantically tapping the screen.
A red envelope was opened under his hand.
Congratulations, you have grabbed a red envelope from the livestream: Ghost Money +10.
Congratulations, you have grabbed a red envelope from the livestream: Medicinal Herb +1.
Congratulations you
Beside him, his family members, who were preparing to cause trouble because their internet was cut off, were stunned.
The brat also stopped rolling on the ground and stared with wide eyes, hiding behind Huang's mother.
He said fearfully, "Second Aunt, has my brother gone mad?"
Huang's mother, who was holding a feather duster ready to discipline her son, was also dumbfounded.
With a slight click.
The phone screen, which had been repeatedly hit, cracked.
At this moment.
The red envelope rain in the livestream room had just ended.
Huang Zihuai let out a sigh of relief and slumped onto the sofa.
Now he really didn't even want to move a finger.
When he looked up, he saw his entire family surrounding him.
He was startled, "What are you guys doing here, watching a monkey?"
Huang's mother cautiously asked, "Son, are you okay?"
Huang Zihuai was even more confused than them, "What could be wrong with me?"
Similar scenes were happening all over the country at the same time.
In this three-minute red envelope rain.
It was as if they had exhausted all their inner strength from the past few years, outputting frantically.
Then they were powerless, slumping to the ground.
Some were slapped by their mothers right after grabbing red envelopes, asking why they were grabbing those underworld things.
Some took their friends' phones to grab red envelopes, and accidentally slipped their hands, and the phones flew out.
Others finished grabbing in the dormitory, looking exhausted. When their roommates came in, they silently closed the door for them.
The livestream room was silent for ten seconds before bullet comments slowly floated up.
"Damn it, my hand cramped at the crucial moment."
"You're lucky, my screen broke, and I only managed to grab three red envelopes."
"Please, upstairs, don't show off. Care about us who only grabbed one red envelope."
"I just sent my brother next to me to the ER. My mom asked me why I was typing with my feet."
After recovering from their sore and cramped hands, the water friends gradually resumed their speaking frequency.
"Brothers, reveal what you got after opening the red envelopes? I only got some ghost money."
"I got a medicinal herb, can I eat it?"
"I got nothing, is this red envelope rain poisonous?"
"Didn't the streamer say that only those who contributed to the Meng Po mission could grab it? Those who want to get something for free can leave."
"Don't panic if you get ghost money, throw it into the merit box."
"I suggest that those who got medicinal herbs can put them in instant noodles, it'll be delicious."
"Thanks for the invitation, I'm afraid I'll see the streamer at the grave."
After exchanging situations with the water friends in the livestream room, Huang Zihuai began to check what he had grabbed.
As for the broken phone screen?
What of it!
Screens can be replaced, but the streamer's red envelopes might not come again if missed!
It was clear which was more important.
Using his old phone, Huang Zihuai opened the livestream backend and saw three red envelopes.
Two of them were ghost money, and one was a medicinal herb.
Upon clicking on them, he could see the item information.
[Ghost Money]: Underworld currency. A favorite of ghosts.
Commonly used for: sending to the deceased, gifting to ghosts.
[Xianhun Cao]: Medicinal herb. It can connect the living soul and help them regain a breath.
Commonly used for: people on the verge of death, those who have lost half their soul, or those who have lost their soul for no more than a week.
Xianhun Cao
After reading the information about the medicinal herb, Huang Zihuai was stunned.
Those who have lost their soul for no more than a week.
He suddenly looked up, startling his entire family who were cautiously watching him.
"Mom!"
"Yes!" Huang's mother quickly responded, discreetly hiding the feather duster in her hand behind her back.
Although she didn't know what was wrong with her son, she couldn't stimulate him further at this moment.
Huang Zihuai sat up, "How is my cousin's son who fell into the water a few days ago?"
Huang's mother instinctively replied, "He hasn't woken up yet. Why did this child have to take a bath at home instead of at home? Sigh~"
Huang Zihuai's heart began to race.
Looking at the [Xianhun Cao] in his phone, he suddenly felt a sense of mission.
"Mom, maybe, probably, I can save my cousin."