Chapter 141 Earning 90 Million in a Week 05
"Don't worry, the opponent can't beat us this time. It's not like he died of some strange cause or has super powers. He's just an ordinary dead ghost. Just wait for my signal. When I say fight, start throwing money. In the last five minutes, I'll make him pay a lot of blood..."
The anchor lifted up the skirt that was tied around his chest and stopped speaking in a hoarse male voice, but instead spoke in a strained female voice. This was a consistent feature of his live broadcasts.
While putting on makeup, he sensitively noticed that the barrage of comments was coming in large numbers and very quickly.
"What happened? Why are you so excited?"
"...You said there's a new guy here who's not afraid of death, and he wants to compete with Tang Ze from the Corpse Society?"
The anchor laughed and waved his hands, "What's so interesting about this kind of live broadcast? Isn't the result obvious? Tang Ze will definitely win."
"Hey, you guys are flooding the screen with messages like this. It makes me curious."
"What's the new anchor's name? I want to go and see what's going on."
The barrage of comments refreshed faster, and the host had to look carefully to find the name of the popular science.
"…Inquisitor No. 0?"
Chuckling.
"What a crappy name."
…
There is no better tool for spreading news than live broadcast barrage, and soon the news spread throughout Linya City.
Everyone knows that a newcomer with extremely bad luck died at the beginning of the game, and in the first match he ran into Tang Ze, who was known as the "Bloodline Reaper".
This PK with a huge gap in strength successfully stood out and became the most interesting first episode.
The first shot of the underworld money competition was fired.
Jiang Yuelu didn't know that his live broadcast room, with the help of an unknown data algorithm, rushed to the top of the list, and a large number of viewers flocked to book the upcoming PK between him and Tang Ze.
But most of these people took pleasure in his misfortune.
No one gave him a gift, and few left any follower messages.
They all came here to see how he was bullied by Tang Ze.
Some people even opened betting in advance to see how long Jiang Yuelu could last.
Among them, the most people bought one minute, followed by those who bet on death at the start, and those who bet on five minutes were rare but there were some. As for the lunatic who bet on his victory, there was one, and he was laughed at by everyone for a long time.
"My friend, your ID looks familiar. Did you just come from the Blood and Tears Woman's live broadcast room?"
"Hey, the guy upstairs, didn't we just meet in the homeless guy's live studio?"
"Everyone, don't think about recognizing your relatives for now. Please pay attention to the anchor. Look at this poor guy. There is only one person in the fan club..."
"Don't say anything, Holy Mother above. As soon as I went out today, I was blinded by the Buddha's light."
"Yes, yes. I thought I came to the new anchor's live broadcast room, not the big Buddha statue."
"By the way, isn't that person in the fan club the idiot who bet on him to win?"
"We booked 10,000 people for the live broadcast, but in the end, the number of fans didn't increase by much... I'm heartbroken. Whose husband and son is this? It's really heartbreaking to watch."
…
As the PK countdown began in the live broadcast room, the noisy voices finally died down.
No one knows how this new anchor will die, and everyone’s hearts are so excited that they are about to stop beating—if these dead ghosts have heartbeats.
"10, 9, 8..."
"5, 4, 3..."
The black and green numbers in the center of the screen flickered regularly.
It gives the absurd live broadcast room a sense of solemnity.
Just as it went from "2" to "1" and then flashed from "1" to "0", the inky black color split into two, like a black velvet curtain pulled open from both sides, allowing the live broadcast room to slowly appear in front of the audience.
This is the scene of the upcoming execution!
Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and crane their necks to look closer at the screen.
Wisps of gray fog made everything shrouded in mystery. Through the hazy vision, everyone saw a room as dark as ink.
Three sides of the room were dark black, even the floor.
The left and right sides are empty, and the only thing the audience can see directly is three bloodwood coffins on the back wall, with the lids opened and placed symmetrically on the floor. The contrast between black and red is very strong, which hits the eye to the maximum extent.
The three coffins were all empty, which inevitably aroused people's curiosity and made people wonder who they were prepared for.
Apparently no one had expected to see this scene, and everyone fell silent.
It took a while before the first bullet comment appeared.
“…That’s not right.”
"Why are there three coffins? Isn't Tang Ze the only one who is PKing with him?"
"You're not going to connect two people in the live audience, are you? You're going to take two people down with you even if you die... Don't do that!"
"Wait. Look, there's something on the ground!"
Not far from the coffin, closer to the front of the camera, a beam of dim white light appeared, quietly covering an iron chair on the ground.
The chair seemed to have grown out of the floor. It was quiet and solemn. It was pitch black with a cold metallic texture and exuded an eerie chill.
The white frost covering the back and base of the chair made me want to retreat away from it. There was no doubt that I would be stuck to it the moment I sat on it, and I would have to tear off a layer of skin to get rid of it.
The audience speculated on the functions of the chair and the coffin.
During this period, many people discovered other details - right above the coffin in the middle, there was a yellow blood talisman with three big words written on it: Crime and Punishment.
Some people also saw two metal rings on the armrests of the iron seat.
There is also a black leather ring hanging from the back of the chair.
There are two metal chains under each seat, extending along the floor into invisible corners.
…
This is the live broadcast room of “Judge No. 0”.
No one objected to Jiang Yuelu's alternative style of broadcasting. Linya City did not require the broadcasters to broadcast in front of four screens. In that case, wouldn't all the broadcasters have the same background? The broadcasters couldn't show any characteristics, and the audience would be bored.
However, not everyone can have a live broadcast room with such unique characteristics.
The anchors will set up their own unique live broadcast style based on their respective abilities.
And this ability was gained through the death of the anchor.
Only ghosts who died in a very tragic way and have deep resentment can gain powers.
For example, Tang Ze jumped off a building and died. The blood on the ground became a weapon. Compared with dying naturally, it is easier to gain special abilities by committing suicide.
Like Ajin that Jiang Yuelu met, the huge umbrella he was holding foreshadowed the cause of his death, which must be related to the umbrella.
This is why ghosts who died with their eyes open are more likely to succeed in revenge. It is not enough to just have resentment, but they must have the ability to combine with resentment. People like Li Zhaodi have the will but not the strength to achieve revenge.
But then again, if this ability is not used in the live broadcast of Linya City, it will only be a skill to run rampant in the Ghost City.
The live broadcast of Linya City has freed it from its constraints and developed more novel ways of playing, some of which you can’t even imagine, but can be realized here.
For example, Tang Ze could make strands of blood crawl along the screen to Jiang Yuelu's live broadcast room, control him like a puppet, manipulate him into committing suicide, and thus take over his live broadcast room.
Are there such absurd and bizarre operations anywhere else in Ghost City?
Linya City makes the impossible possible.
It seems to completely disregard whether the imagination can be realized. Its only criterion is whether the underworld money competition can be held perfectly. Therefore, as long as the host broadcasts well and the audience enjoys watching it, it doesn't matter.
In the previous Yinsi Qian Competition, the biggest source of "cool" and "good looking" was the host PK until one side died tragically. There is nothing more cool than the weak struggling or the weak fighting back, but the former is cool from the perverted sadism, while the latter is the coolness of substitution.
After killing the anchor and taking over his live broadcast room, his underworld money and fans will also become his own.
This was the fastest way to make money before.
Almost all the first place winners in the Yinsi Money Competition have succeeded in this way.
Similarly, other anchors can also avoid Tang Ze's control or even complete a counterattack according to their respective abilities. Generally speaking, this requires a more tragic death and more miserable resentment, so there are very few anchors who can defeat Tang Ze now.
More anchors are using their abilities in other areas, and the layout of the live broadcast room is a common one.
Therefore, the audience could accept that a new anchor had such a mature and unique live broadcast room. They thought that he had made preparations before participating in the competition and that his death was novel.
But they don’t know that this anchor has never been dead, he is a real living person.
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Ten minutes ago.
Xia Yi listened to Jiang Yuelu's plan.
"You want the live broadcast to be held in Linya City where I am? In your words, it's like a live broadcast on location."
Xia Yi only thought about it for a moment and understood what he meant.
"The biggest difference between you and other anchors is that you have the eyes of another Lin Ya City. You don't have to choose to fight with Tang Ze. You only need to find out his life in the real Lin Ya City to find out his weaknesses."
"Then I will find the person he wants revenge on and negotiate a deal with him...it is indeed feasible."
Jiang Yuelu thought, "It's just that time is a little too late."
"I guess what he hates the most is that kid. We can find him first, then his dad who has always been there to protect him, and then..."
As he calculated this, he felt a little more confident.
"It's okay. Even if there's not enough time, I can still delay it for a while in the live broadcast room."
Xia Yi watched him making plans with ease. Not only was he not unhappy because Jiang Yuelu sent him on his own initiative, but he was extremely happy because Jiang Yuelu subconsciously thought of him as a companion and had no doubt that he would help him.
Even the voice of inquiry sounded much gentler.
"I can find the person for you, but how are you going to transfer the connection? You can't transfer the video with me."
Jiang Yuelu rejected it without even thinking about it, "No, that's too vague."
It’s like taking out a mobile phone and zooming in to show it to the audience during a live broadcast. The image quality will probably be so blurry that you can’t recognize it.
"Don't worry too much about that. I have an idea."
Jiang Yuelu looked confident, "I have a shrine, you should know that."
Jiang Yuelu explained how he had accidentally become the God of Examinations and had more than 3,000 followers. Xia Yi's expression became very subtle.
"I already know that you have communicated with Li Zhaodi. In addition, there has always been a force in you that resists me... However, I didn't expect the cause to be so outrageous."
"Ah, I kind of regret it now... Fortunately, those kids in Shugao don't have a very devout faith in me, and they don't usually pray to God for me, so I don't often have headaches or anything like that."
"Ah! Time is running out."
Jiang Yuelu said quickly: "After you find them, let them believe in the God of Examination and call my name, and leave the rest to me."
"good."
Xia Yi smiled and said, "I want to know how much you can win this time. If it's too low, you can't afford to hire me."
He had already promised me, and he was just teasing me by saying this.
Jiang Yuelu pretended to be serious.
"Is Tang Ze's entire fortune enough to treat you?"
"Sounds okay."
"Okay." Jiang Yuelu urged him, "Go quickly."
Without further ado, after hanging up the call, they each took action.
Jiang Yuelu first carefully arranged the live broadcast room. Thinking of the character that might appear in the future, she gave it a slightly childish name, "Judge No. 0".
It has to be childish enough to attract traffic.
The layout of the live broadcast room was taken from his luck scale that measured people's suffering. When Linya City accepted him to participate in the competition, it seemed to automatically count this weapon as his ability.
With just a little bit of pain, the whole room would turn pitch black as if it had been on fire.
Before the show started, he subtly discovered that he was actually at the top of the list and had quite a few reservations.
He had always intended to make his brand a big hit, and now the opportunity came just in time.
So, the right time and place are all right, except for one person.
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"Tangze Tangze, the host on the other side has prepared three coffins for you."
Tang Ze saw this comment, but acted as if he didn't see it, and entered Jiang Yuelu's live broadcast room with a calm mind.
As always, he did not react to the dark room and the three coffins. In his view, these were just extravagant things that were meant to attract attention.
It is the relic of a dying person.
He did not show any courtesy just because the opponent was a newcomer and immediately launched an attack.
Bloody threads spread out from his hands and face, and for a moment the barrage of comments was filled with screams, as if their own eyes had been pierced by these threads.
All obstacles disappeared. He controlled the blood line and came to the dark room opposite. He felt the white mist rising up, blocking his vision in vain.
It's useless.
My eyes can see it.
Wuqing said this in his heart, but heard the question from the anchor.
It was a faint sound that echoed in the dark, foggy room. It seemed to come from the distant underworld and touched his cold heart.
"Tang Ze. Do you still remember Miss Qu?"
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