"Hey guys, take a look! How come this statue of Changchun Temple was posted on Douyin?" Li Yanjie's hand trembling as he held up the selfie stick, and the live broadcast room suddenly became the top trending topic. Little did this street kid selling fakes in Shenyang Antique City know that the "consecrated Pixiu" in his lens was actually the last seal holding down the dragon veins of Changbai Mountain.
A line of bloody words suddenly floated across the barrage: "When the Xianfan contract expires in 2049, the first person to die is Uncle Wang, who sells grilled cold noodles next door to you!" Li Yanjie shook his hand, and the sausage fell off his crotch and was so hot that he jumped - the stone lion in the background had blood and tears oozing from the corners of his eyes.
He has been able to see "popularity" since he was a child, but now he is so busy every day: performing "old iron-style exorcism" on the evil Internet celebrity girl, exchanging Northeastern dialect with the Southern Feng Shui Tiantang live broadcast, and having to guard against the 90-year-old Grandpa Chumaxian who kidnaps him to dance in the middle of the night. The most amazing thing is that Wong Tai Sin is asking for a job. He squats in the toilet and chats with the imprisoned Wong Pizi: "Can I let you be the security captain of Shenyang Metro? Five insurances and one gold will be included!"
When the ice sculptures of the Harbin Ice and Snow World were dancing together in the middle of the night, Li Yanjie picked up the shaman drum and started broadcasting: "Family members, fire up! Today I will show you what the 'Flower Hands in the Zhuxian Formation' is!" But he did not expect that behind this farce was a shocking conspiracy of a southern Feng Shui master to cut off the dragon veins of the Northeast - and his eyes that can see through people's destiny are the final trump card to rewrite the contract between immortals.
Keep chasing!