I'm a Funeral Streamer, and I Became Popular Online by Predicting the Future

After dying young in her prime, the master of the Xuanmen sect, Yan Jiu, transmigrated to a parallel world and became an unfortunate soul whose luck had been stolen. She inexplicably bound herself ...

Chapter 322 The Endless Playground, No Skill, One Box of Ashes

She watched the eerie creature roaming freely in the darkness. What puzzled her most was that while the ghosts were there, the creature behind the resentment hadn't come out. Was it still asleep?

Yan Jiu bent one leg and sat on the suspended peach wood sword. She took out a compass and cast a divination.

She had only been calculating for less than a second.

The surrounding environment has changed again.

What was once an endless runway has been transformed into a mass grave where crows circle and wild dogs bark.

The mass grave, sealed for a century, is filled with the bones of crows and wild dogs.

There were no living people around, only corpses with severed arms and legs.

Yan Jiu was in high spirits. Since the thing hidden behind the playground wasn't urgent, she wasn't in a hurry either.

While the red-dressed doll remained alert to its surroundings, Yan Jiu started a live stream with a smile.

Some netizens hadn't recovered from Yan Jiu's indulgence of fans "persecuting" innocent people when they were suddenly struck by the beautiful scenery, and they all started to curse in their hearts.

【Holy shit.】

Is this Ninth Master's response?

[Haha, the scene is too beautiful to bear looking at.]

Okay, I know what Master Jiu is trying to say. Those who just parrot others should be scared.

Many people were waiting for Yan Jiu to explain, but instead they got a live broadcast. They wanted to curse, but instead they ended up kneeling in despair.

The chilling tearing sound was so close that netizens dared not look at the source of the sound, for fear of witnessing a nightmare they would never forget.

[Thrilling and exciting, even more thrilling than "The Yin-Yang Judgment"!]

[This is the first time I've wanted the administrators to ban the live stream immediately.]

Is there any way you could leave the live stream by yourself if you had hands? (Just kidding.)

[I'm terrible at the game but love playing; I'm afraid of things but love watching—that perfectly describes me.]

[Ninth Master, please don't shake your phone! Hold me steady, I'm really scared!]

[Urinary hesitancy is cured.]

[It's cured, but there's still some incontinence~ I understand!]

[The egg was so crumbly! *covers face*]

[Clam? What kind of egg?]

[Why is there physical damage involved in watching a live stream?!]

[In a place like this, the capable get covered in dust, the incapable get a box of dust.]

When comments kept popping up in the live stream room.

Yan Jiu took out a bag of melon seeds and said while cracking them open, "Welcome to Yan's Script Murder Mystery."

Red Dress Doll: "..." Seriously, you're being a little disrespectful to the horror of this place.