What happened to the anti-superstition campaign? The live studio is full of police officers

As soon as these words were spoken, netizens immediately lost their composure.

[What? Gunpowder in tea!? No, old man, are you speaking Chinese? I don't understand!]

Maori-san [Is this true? Is it so magical?]

Kindaichi-san [Idiot, of course that's impossible! The old man might be lucky, but if you try, you'll definitely vomit and die.]

[Yes, a friendly reminder: the main ingredients of gunpowder are sulfur, saltpeter, and charcoal. The potassium nitrate in saltpeter is poisonous and can irritate the respiratory tract if ingested. Excessive amounts can cause pulmonary edema, respiratory dysfunction, and even death. So don't try it!]

[The old man drinks every day and is fine. Doesn't that mean his ancestors and descendants must have knocked their heads together in the underworld until they were smoking, just to save his life?]

[This is hilarious! My ancestors in the underworld have been shaking hands with all their connections, while their children and grandchildren are kowtowed to them, praying that the old man will stop drinking gunpowder tea. But the old man is fine, drinking a cup every day. It's refreshing and invigorating.]

The corners of Bai Ningyu's mouth twitched. She did know the reason for the old man's longevity, but she really didn't expect this to happen.

The old man scratched his head and said, "If it's not this, I really can't think of what it is."

Bai Ningyu sighed and asked leisurely, "Do you burn paper money for your children and grandchildren every day?"

The old man nodded and said, "That's right. I have nothing to do every day, so I go to burn paper money for them and talk to them."

"The problem is burning money."

[Host, you're being a bit misleading. What's wrong with burning money? I also burn paper at my grandparents' graves. Does that mean I can live longer, too?]

"But you won't burn money for them every day. The old man burned money for his descendants every day, so they thrived in the underworld. After tasting the sweetness, they came up with an idea to bribe the underworld officials to ensure your longevity."

[Is there such a good thing? I will worship my ancestors more often next time and ask them to bless me.]

[That would require your ancestors to have connections.]

The old man suddenly realized something and snorted coldly, asking, "Host, do you have any ideas? Should I just cut off their financial resources?"

Then I heard the old man cursing to himself, "Those bastards, just wait for me! I'll chop their heads off when I get down there!"

Bai Ningyu looked at the lovely old man in front of her and said, "Don't worry. I'll give you five days to prepare. Then you can die peacefully, okay?"

"That's great! If I were to live any longer, I'd be afraid those experts would treat me like a monster and capture me for research. Thank you, host!"

As he spoke, the 110-year-old old man gave a treasure box as a reward and then ended the live broadcast contentedly.

[Don't say that, this online name of "Old Man" is so appropriate. Your uncle is still your uncle.]

[Anchor, does the method I mentioned today really work? Will anyone follow my example and burn paper for their deceased loved ones every day in the hope of achieving immortality?]

Bai Ningyu took the teacup handed to her by Ma Ling, took a sip of the tea and said, "Don't worry, everyone. The underworld has its own set of rules. Cases like the old man's almost never happen. Even if it does happen once or twice, the borrowed life must be repaid."

[The host is right. Things gained through opportunistic means will eventually return to the laws of nature. Let's not dwell on them.]

[But speaking of which, host, when did you get this beautiful girl next to you? Why don't you introduce her to us?]

Ma Ling's appearance attracted the attention of many netizens in the live broadcast room.

At everyone's request, Bai Ningyu briefly introduced Ma Ling, but did not explain her identity and background to everyone, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.

Ma Ling, who has always been lively and cheerful, became shy in front of the camera, which was unusual for her.

Immediately afterwards, the second lucky bag was sent out, and a person with the ID Shangshanruoshui grabbed the lucky bag.

After the video was connected, a familiar face came into the eyes of netizens.

[Hey, isn't this the brother Kun who went to the wrong grave and got chased and beaten by his grandmother? What's going on? Did he cry at the wrong grave again?!]

Soon, old fans recognized this returning customer.

Despite netizens' teasing, Brother Kun was not angry. He smiled and said, "No, I definitely didn't go to the wrong grave this time. I even dreamed that my grandmother praised me. This time, it wasn't me who was in trouble, it was him."

As he spoke, Brother Kun handed the phone to a young man next to him.

The man's facial features were strong, forming a sharp contrast with Brother Kun standing next to him.

He just doesn't look very mentally sound, and has dark circles under his eyes.

The man took the phone and was very reserved in front of Bai Ningyu. At Brother Kun's urging, he slowly spoke: "Hello everyone, my name is Awen."

[This guy has a nice appearance, but why does he sound so pathetic when he speaks?]

I'm a little skeptical whether he can explain things clearly.

[Be more tolerant of the above. Everyone gets stage fright sometimes. Ah Wen, take your time.]

Seeing the comments, Awen's face flushed red, and he scratched his head embarrassedly. He felt that what the netizens said was right, he was indeed a coward...

Brother Kun couldn't stand it any longer, so he took the phone and said, "Host, can you check if Awen is haunted by a ghost?"

"Why do you think so?" Bai Ningyu asked.

Although the ghost has not been seen for the time being, the ghostly aura is still there, which proves that Brother Kun’s feeling is correct.

"It's like this. Awen met a girl on a blind date two months ago. She's good-looking and comes from a good family. Logically, she shouldn't be interested in Awen."

【Awen felt a 10,000-point critical hit.】

[Brother Kun, please be more reserved in your speech. Do you understand the art of language?]

"Oh, it's reasonable suspicion, but that's not the point. The point is, recently that girl disappeared after asking for Awen's birth date and time. And then, Awen has been having the same dream every day!"

When Brother Kun said this, Awen lowered his head.

Now, netizens began to be curious about the content of the dream.

Maori-san [This kid is not having some erotic dreams! ]

[-_-||Mori-san, I initially thought your reasoning was messed up, but I didn't expect you were also a nymphomaniac.]

[That's right, you also mentioned a sweet dream. If it's a sweet dream, why would he be afraid? It's obviously irrational.]

Just when netizens were denying Maori-san's words, Brother Kun actually said: "This friend is right. At the beginning, it was just like what you said, a sweet dream. This guy was still complacent and didn't take it seriously. As a result, recently, he dreamed about it again..."

"The gray and white willows clear the way and carry the coffin, the leather fox acts as a matchmaker and welcomes the bride." While Brother Kun was organizing his words, Bai Ningyu had already spoken these words.