Chapter 143 Earning 90 Million in a Week 07
In the live broadcast room on the other side, Jiang Yuelu was dealing with Tang Ze.
"Tang Ze. Do you still remember Miss Qu?"
After saying this, Tang Ze paused.
The black floor was crawling, and the blood lines that were clearly visible were no longer moving. Tang Ze, who had participated in many PKs, finally had a focus in his eyes. He moved his mouth and said, "How did you know?"
"Qu Ling was stabbed 23 times. She died with her eyes open. Don't you want to avenge her?"
Tang Ze looked at him with a scary look, "You even know this. You're just a newcomer."
"The Underworld Money Contest doesn't care whether you are a newcomer or an old player. It only cares about who can earn more paper money. You and I are both lucky because we have gained rare abilities in exchange for our deaths."
"Your ability is to harvest lives, and my ability... happens to be able to know the secrets of your past."
Tang Ze heard the hidden meaning in his words, "Can you see my past?"
"Haha. You're very smart."
The laughter rang out in the dimly lit room, and through the misty fog, it seemed even more unreal and ethereal.
Tang Ze couldn't see where Jiang Yuelu was at all. On the one hand, he believed that he was just a riddler who was deliberately mysterious. On the other hand, he was disturbed by "Miss Qu" who had not been mentioned for many years after her death.
He was distracted by the barrage of comments in his own live broadcast room, such as “Kill him now,” “Oh my God, why are you hesitating?”, “These two are chatting”... and he locked his access without mercy.
No one can speak in his live broadcast room anymore.
The scene of "newcomer's sudden death" did not happen, but the traffic of this live broadcast continued to grow. The mere news that "Tang Ze started chatting with someone" would shock the audience who were familiar with him.
They came in from various live broadcast rooms, but were coldly stopped outside by Tang Ze, so they had to turn to the room of [Judge No. 0].
For a time, Jiang Yuelu's popularity reached its peak.
"You think I've never thought about revenge?"
Tang Ze's voice sounded like his soul had returned to another place.
"I tried, many times. I went into the dream of that little bastard. Not only him, I also wanted to kill his father, the judge, the perjurer, and everyone who helped him commit atrocities. I wanted to chop them all into paste, eat them all in one bite, spit them out, and feed them to the dogs..."
"but."
His voice was heavy and obscure as if it contained iron.
"I can't do that."
"I can say the heroic words of killing them all, but I become powerless in my dreams. The first time I saw him in my dream, I was so happy that I smashed his head with my fist, but after smashing it for an hour, his head didn't break and my hand didn't bleed. Only my heart and eyes were bleeding, because it was just a dream of a living person."
"Later on, he wasn't even afraid anymore. He provoked me and insulted me and my family in my dreams... I could only watch helplessly."
"Even my long-cherished wish of revenge can only be realized through my enemy's dream. It's so sad, isn't it?"
"When the dream is over, they will all wake up and still be able to get up and go to work as if nothing happened, and see the sun the next day. But I will return to the dark land of the dead, letting the cold temperature corrode me, gritting my teeth in hatred but unable to do anything."
"And my children and my wife, they died without a complete body, and their souls have gone to who knows where. If they knew that I was also dead, and those people were still alive and well, how would they feel?"
The blood seemed to return to Tang Ze's face and slid down his cheeks, like tears of blood.
"I miss them very much, but I am afraid to see them. When I think about them asking me why I haven't helped us get revenge... my heart is bleeding."
"Only by not thinking about anything can you find peace. The president is right. Not thinking about anything is indeed a good method. If you hadn't said Qu Ling's name and hadn't accurately said how many times she was stabbed, I might have continued to ignore it, ignoring my opponent, the audience, and Linya City. Ignoring everyone. Including you."
The voice of the mysterious inquisitor sounded again. He had been staying in a secret corner and listening quietly.
Not only the voices in the live broadcast room, but also the calls from another city in Linya. He had been listening all the time.
Jiang Yuelu asked in his deliberately lowered voice.
"So, you decided to change?"
"No." Tang Ze shook his head, "I won't change."
"I will still kill you and take your underworld money. You are an unexpected newcomer. If you were luckier, you might be able to go far in this year's competition. Unfortunately, you met me."
Jiang Yuelu held his ears and heard intermittent calls from afar. He didn't know what Xia Yi was doing over there. The person calling the name of the Lord God sounded very painful.
He also had to pay attention and respond to Tang Ze carefully.
"Why? You've seen what I'm capable of, and you want revenge so badly, so why do you want to kill me?"
"Your answer just reveals that you are a newcomer." Tang Ze judged mercilessly.
"Although you have acquired fairly good abilities, you are still a newcomer. If you had stayed in Linya City longer, you wouldn't have said such arrogant words."
"How is it possible to go into reality and kill someone?"
"You can only go into that person's dream like I did. And because of that damn rule, you can't do anything that threatens the life of a living person, otherwise you will be judged as having negative points, and you will be driven out of this city forever, and you will never come back."
Jiang Yuelu suddenly realized something.
"So what if you're kicked out... Do you really want to stay here? You've lived in other ghost cities before. In other places, the rule of not killing living people no longer exists. You can go for revenge... Unless, if you leave this city, you will also be affected by the rules?"
Tang Ze frowned. He felt that Jiang Yuelu talked too much.
"What you said is only part of the reason. I stayed here because of the president. He helped me a lot. With my help, the Corpse Club was able to win first place. And the first place in the competition..."
He slowly raised his head.
"It is said that the first place in the competition can get double the money from the underworld. If you don't want the money, you can also use the money to offer to Cycas, the Lord of Ghost City, in exchange for a wish. Then..."
Even though he didn't say it, Jiang Yuelu knew what wish he would make at that time.
"Then you don't have to wait until then, you can make a wish to me now."
Tang Ze was stunned, "To you?"
"Yes, I allow you to chant my name. As long as you pay a lot less money than the first place in the competition, I can fulfill your wish for the Lord. It's a good deal, isn't it?"
After hearing his words, before Tang Ze could react, the barrage of comments had already gone crazy.
“Is he crazy????”
"Who is Su Tie? How dare a small anchor like you to touch porcelain?"
"Others were able to build Linya City, but you can only talk big!"
"Am I the only one who believes he can do it? He's so confident, maybe he has a trump card."
"Haha. Whoever believes me will be laughed at."
…
"If I'm not mistaken, your live broadcast room is full of people scolding you." Tang Ze said, and paused, as if he was thinking about something seriously.
"You have been stalling for time since a while ago. Logically, if you really have the ability to help me get revenge, you would not sit still. I really can't think of a reason for you to do this. I can only doubt your ability, and your words are no longer credible."
"But."
"Even so, I still want to give it a try."
Tang Ze collected all the blood and turned it into a blood-red knife. He cut his Adam's apple and took out a bone. "I swear on this. You and I, heaven and earth, and all the ghosts will bear witness to this."
"If you can successfully avenge me, all the underworld money I, Tang Ze, have earned in this competition will belong to you."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire screen was in an uproar.
"He's crazy!"
"Tang Ze is...he is selling his life. I am crying!"
"Is there any knowledgeable brother who can tell me if what he did violates the rules?"
"It won't violate the rules, but it might offend the Corpse Society."
"Think about it, this is his first PK, and he doesn't have much money from the netherworld. He said that all the paper money he got in this game... he will play in future games, and the money won't belong to him or the Corpse Society, but to this new anchor."
"Tang Ze, he really gambled all his wealth on this."
"Fuck you, anchor, if you can't be tough, I'll tear you apart for Tang Ze first!"
"Anchor, take revenge!"
"Revenge, revenge, revenge. If you don't take revenge, I'm going to get anxious!! I'm going to get anxious!!"
For a moment, the audience was ready to go, all staring at the screen. If this [Judge No. 0] showed any sign of timidity, they would immediately pounce on him like wolves and devour him, making him unable to raise his head in the underworld money competition - Linya City - or even in the entire Ghost City!
The dark live broadcast room became even quieter because of Tang Ze's words.
"Look, someone shows up!"
Countless pairs of eyes closely followed the heavy footsteps. A judge wearing a mask and black armor appeared in the solemn and cold room. He held a sharp black heavy sword in his hand. Every step he took made the floor of the room vibrate, and every step dragged the heavy sword on the ground to produce sparks.
Even though there was a screen between them, everyone was shocked by the deathly aura he brought.
His dark heavy armor with hard lines almost blended into the entire room, and the audience was surprised to find that when he breathed, black lightning-like cracks appeared on their screens, which were so realistic that they were so frightened that they even threw away the electronic screens involuntarily.
If they calm down, they will remember that this is not a real screen shattering, but the anchor's own special effects skills.
But in front of the live broadcast drama where atmosphere, scenery and characters are superimposed together, everything becomes highly immersive. They all become characters personally participating in the drama. They are all immersed in the play, following the host's every move with their eyes moving back and forth, as if they are following a conductor to start a grand and realistic performance.
This is the live broadcast of the ghosts of Linya City!
From——Inquisitor No. 0!
The intimidating black-armored judge came to the front of the screen, his tall figure blocking the iron seat behind him. He was the supreme ruler of this space. He stretched out his hand, and the three words "Crime and Punishment" on the wall flew into his hand. He threw three characters into the sky, but paper rain fell down, as if a solemn elegy was being played.
The Inquisitor's voice seemed filled with sorrow at the death that followed.
"I accept your promise."
No one noticed that he tilted his ear slightly in the rain of papers and uttered words softly, as if echoing someone in the distance.
Everyone, including Tang Ze, was waiting for his next announcement.
"Judgment—"
He turned around, his voice authoritative.
A foot was exposed from the iron seat behind him, wearing the most common sneakers worn by students. Tang Ze's eyes gradually widened, and he took a few quick steps to the screen, wanting to take a closer look at the face.
"Um... Um..." Zhao Erliu's eyes widened, and he kept struggling on the seat. He saw a man raising a black sword towards him. The posture reminded him of Tang Ze, who was punching him when he first saw him in his dream.
A fear that I hadn't felt for a long time once again filled my heart.
Even so, he could hear the cold and emotionless verdict -
"It's officially started."
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