Chapter 139 Earning 90 Million in a Week 03
The ghost who appeared on the screen was wearing a well-fitting suit, with his hair combed back, looking meticulous. He had an ordinary but unignorable face, as if it had been cut by the coldest knife in the winter, emitting a hard chill.
He could appear in any shopping mall with a briefcase and could take out a pen from his shirt pocket to sign at any time.
Instead of appearing in the entertainment live broadcast room where ghosts are playing PK.
But despite his ill-timed appearance, the suited ghost exudes a confidence no rookie anchor would possess.
It looked like he had hooked up with a seasoned veteran.
"Something bad is happening!"
"Your live broadcast luck is ridiculous. You actually connected to Tang Ze, a core member of the Corpse Alliance, on your first connection!"
A black and green vibrating dialog box popped up on the electronic screen. Each word was like a water-absorbing sponge pressed by a finger, constantly expanding and shrinking, shocking the eyeballs.
"He jumped off a building and died at the age of 32. He wandered the streets of Ghost City for half a year, known for his indifferent behavior. Before being invited by the president of the Corpse Alliance to join, he never paid attention to passers-by, as if he never noticed them passing by him every day."
"His immediate superior, the mysterious president of the Corpse Society, said this in private. Tang Ze's ruthlessness and disregard were directed at everyone, even her."
"Someone once said that Tang Ze's heart had long since died. Now he is just a dead body."
"He perfectly echoes the purpose of the Corpse Alliance, becoming a ruthless dagger, using his own unique abilities to harvest ghosts in the annual competitions."
"So far, Tang Ze has participated in the Yinsi Money Competition seven times and has maintained a terrifying record of winning streak!"
"And you are the 356th poor person who fell into his clutches!"
The gloating dialog box disappeared for a long time, and bursts of shrill laughter were heard.
This was a process that had never happened before when connecting with Mingyang and other anchors - a malicious introduction session. Jiang Yuelu realized that similar crazy interpretations would continue in every online PK.
He even felt that the sarcastic laughter that had pricked him from time to time before was far from enough to satisfy this "electronic voice" embedded in the screen. Because the underworld money competition was alive, the other party was finally able to break free and laugh wildly, watch viciously, and use its subjective evaluation to add anxiety to the host.
Tang Ze?
Jiang Yuelu couldn't see his exact number of fans, but she knew that he was very popular, more popular than anyone she had ever seen before.
The large number of visitors flocking to his live broadcast room is the best proof of this.
Just like the gloating electronic prompts, they didn't think they could win the next PK, and kept posting "Get out, pretty boy", "You're too weak", "Don't overestimate your abilities" and many more dirty words in the live broadcast room. Those remarks that would be blocked by the government in modern times were posted recklessly in Linya City.
While Jiang Yuelu was observing him, Tang Ze also looked at him with a calm gaze and made a cold judgment, "You admit defeat."
Jiang Yuelu: “?”
The elite-looking ghost remained indifferent, "I don't want to eat you. You're just a four-dollar ghost, it's no fun to eat you."
Jiang Yuelu: “…”
High emotional intelligence: Eating you is boring.
Low emotional intelligence: What a weakling.
"Four dollars is also money, why do you look down on it?"
"If one eats for four dollars a second, sixty seconds is two hundred and forty, and one hour is fourteen thousand. I can't find a job that pays fourteen thousand an hour while I'm alive."
Jiang Yuelu said: "Besides, I don't want to admit defeat."
Tang Ze looked at him for a long while, his light amber eyes without any extra ripples, and no intention of trying to convince him.
"Then get ready." Then he cut off the connection.
Jiang Yuelu already knew from previous connections that although Linya City had no rules, it had designed a set of competition regulations for the Yinsi Money Competition.
The PK duration is fixed at 20 minutes. Both parties will have preparation (vote canvassing) time before the formal PK, and the preparation time cannot exceed 20 minutes. The reward will no longer be valid the moment the PK ends. The winner is the one who gets the most underworld money at the time of settlement... and so on.
Each anchor’s pre-match interaction also has a different style.
Most of them, like Ming Yang Si Hai, inspire fans' competitive spirit with generous and heroic slogans, giving everyone the illusion that "we are a family with the same hatred and enemies".
But Tang Ze is different.
Unlike other anchors, he seldom speaks and occasionally answers questions in the barrage, but his answers are very few.
Most of the time, he was in a blank state, but even so, his live broadcast room was still full of excitement, and every audience member was excited to death. There was a sharp contrast between their madness and the calm Tang Ze, which made many Lin Ya investigators who studied the popular live broadcast routes very confused.
Only one investigator came close to telling the truth.
“They are waiting.”
As long as the wait is worth it, the wasted minutes and seconds are nothing - in the eyes of the anchors in Linya City, money and time are very precious, but in the eyes of the audience, they can easily spend large sums of money and devote a lot of time to the anchors.
"Tang Ze won't let them down," said the investigator.
Karasawa during PK time and Karasawa during free time are two different people.
The blood that flowed out when he jumped to his death helped him after his death, condensing into a wonderful magic network for him. He could crawl along the smallest threads and in the narrowest corners. At first, he only used this ability to find a place to live.
Later he joined the 'Corpse Society', and the president showed him the way.
"You can also crawl into the live broadcast room, Xiao Tangze."
From then on, Tang Ze began his lonely road of killing gods and Buddhas - he could use the threads in PK to control the host on the other side to commit suicide, and take the money, popularity and life of the other side. This is what he meant when he said to Jiang Yuelu before, "I don't want to eat you."
Jiang Yuelu didn't know this information at first.
But they were all completed one by one in the barrage of provocations from Tang Ze's fans.
"It's a bit tricky." He thought so and opened his private panel.
There was no one in his live broadcast room, so there was no need to canvass for votes.
There was a private message on the panel, which was received one minute ago. He was talking to Tang Ze at that time, so he didn't hear the prompt.
The chat interface of the new anchor Jiang Yuelu was as blank as the amount of money he had earned from the underworld, and the new private message was at the top, making its presence felt.
Jiang Yuelu keenly noticed that the ID that sent this private message looked familiar.
A few seconds later, he remembered that this ID had given out rewards when he first appeared, which increased his Yinsi money from 0 to 4. The Linyacheng live broadcast room stipulated that as long as you give out rewards, you become a fan of the anchor, so he became Jiang Yuelu's first and only fan.
"I still have fans." Jiang Yuelu was really surprised.
This number one fan sent him two messages, but he could only see the second one as an emoticon. He had to click on it and swipe to see what his previous message was.
[Linya City live broadcast room research intelligence data compressed package 1]
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Jiang Yuelu: “…”
Just as I was staring blankly, I saw a new message pop up on the private message page.
[Detailed explanation of Tang Ze's life experience and cause of death compressed package 2]
【Guess who I am? 】
Jiang Yuelu moved her fingers, "Xia Yi?"
There was silence on the other end for a while, with only "typing" displayed at the top of the dialog box.
Jiang Yuelu moved her fingers again, "Did you guess it right?"
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[Guessing too fast is boring]
Jiang Yuelu smiled, and was surprised to find that there was an option for video chat below the chat box. He dialed the number without thinking, as he had a lot of questions to ask Xia Yi.
"Are you watching my live broadcast?" As soon as the other person's face appeared on the screen, Jiang Yuelu couldn't wait to ask, "Aren't you in Linya City?"
The reason he asked this was that he had never had the opportunity to watch a live broadcast before.
In other words, participants of the Yinsi Money Contest can only become hosts but not spectators. This is why Jiang Yuelu has always been curious about who the audience is.
But it was obvious that Xia Yi could see his live broadcast, and he could even give himself rewards.
Xia Yi looked at him for a few seconds. Before Jiang Yuelu could feel uncomfortable with his gaze, he moved the camera behind him and said, "I'm not in Linya City."
Jiang Yuelu could see it without him saying anything.
Xia Yi was not staying in a cramped room, nor were there any shining screens behind him.
"Where you are..." Jiang Yuelu looked carefully, "It's very similar to the world I was in before."
Xia Yi was in a remote street, with few pedestrians behind him. He must have walked to a quiet place on his own. He seemed to be sitting on a bench, with lush vegetation and green trees behind him, surrounded by low metal fences, and tall buildings standing in the distance.
It seems like a normal city.
"You don't have much time now, let me tell you briefly." Xia Yi seemed to be particularly familiar with his situation.
"I came to the ghost capital of Cycads, but not in Scales Bud City."
"You know, the ghost city is controlled by the city masters. Each city master has sacrificed many years of hard work to create it."
"Just like the tail ship is to the golden osmanthus, the Scaled Bud Castle is also closely related to the cycad. Although he disappeared, he left many protective measures for the Yinsi Money Competition to be held as usual."
Xia Yi paused.
"Once you enter the Ghost City, you must follow the rules of the Lord. I am no exception."
"So I concealed my aura and entered the Linya City to participate in the competition like an ordinary player. But at this time, I was transferred out by a powerful force and came to another Linya City."
Jiang Yuelu had been listening carefully, and only frowned when she heard this: "Another Linya City?"
"Yes."
Xia Yi turned the camera and revealed a quarter of an extremely vast city. On the bulletin board beside the road was a copy of that day's newspaper, with the lower left section devoted to the weather forecast.
Linya City, 20th, sunny.
"Could it be that... there are two Scale Bud Cities?"
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