Chapter 144 Earning 90 Million in a Week 08
Zhao Erliu was being forced to recite a text by twisting his head just a second ago, but now he was in a dark room. He looked at the black sword above his head, screamed, rolled his eyes, and fainted.
Jiang Yuelu glanced at the lower right corner, and the comments in the live broadcast room were refreshing faster.
It seems that his guess was correct. Since the competition did not limit the background board of each anchor, he could use his imagination to arrange it well.
This dark room in front of him was rubbed out by the pain in his scale. He couldn't use the scale on himself, but fortunately there was still a lot left after Tong Mian used it up last time. The vulnerable man had an inexhaustible supply of pain.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yuelu felt a little regretful.
If Tong Mian had followed him in, he might have been able to make the room bigger, and the iron chairs and other props more realistic, which would have been a better viewing experience. But this time, Tong Mian and Leng Wenhan did not seem to follow him in.
After the game started, he could search for other anchors. But he didn't know what screen names Tong Mian and Leng Wenhan would use, so he didn't rush to find them. He planned to let them find them themselves when the PK with Tang Ze had a burst of traffic.
After reaching the top of the list, the audience will turn their attention to this soaring newcomer, and the anchor will naturally do the same.
As long as Tong Mian and Leng Wenhan participated in the competition, they would definitely receive a push notification, so that they would not be startled when they saw the man in armor when they came in. He also deliberately left clues that could be seen at a glance when setting up the live broadcast room... But so much time has passed, and he has not received a private message from the background.
It seems that I am really fighting alone this time...
No, he actually has a partner.
"You are the trophy that my companions have worked so hard to bring to you, so you can't fall asleep easily in my live broadcast room." Jiang Yuelu snapped her fingers, and a basin of black water was poured over Zhao Erliu's head. He woke up with a gasp, and his head exploded in an instant, almost filled with pain.
"You haven't experienced much pain since you were a child, right?"
Jiang Yuelu's tone was much more deliberate than usual.
In order to attract more audiences, he deliberately adopted an exaggerated and mysterious speaking style, which, combined with the black armor wrapped around his body, made him look as terrifying as a devil in Zhao Erliu's eyes.
"I...I...don't kill me! Let me go back, my dad...my dad will give you a lot of money!"
Jiang Yuelu stared at him, "Yes."
"It is because you have a father who will wipe your ass anytime and anywhere that you can grow up without worries."
"You don't know what it feels like to be isolated and fooled, nor do you know how painful it is to lose your daughter. For you, the teacher was a little late in get out of class today, and this year's birthday present is one less than last year. This is the greatest pain you have ever endured."
He leaned over and whispered devilishly into the boy's ear, "Am I right?"
Zhao Erliu's teeth chattered. In great fear, he tried his best to hear Jiang Yuelu's words, "You lost your daughter...you, you...you!"
He did not relax because the other party was from Tang Ze's gang. Instead, he became even more scared, because this time was different from any previous times. In his previous dreams, Tang Ze could not get close to him at all, but now he could be tied up!
Maybe... maybe this wasn't a dream at all!
He glanced around frantically and finally found a glowing screen right in front of him. It was the same shape as his mobile phone screen, but several times larger. Because of this, he could see the person on it clearly even from a distance - the person staring at him was actually Tang Ze.
If Tang Ze is on the screen, who would this person in front of him be? !
"Wait - I know, I know what's going on!"
Zhao Erliu shouted, his eyes gleaming with a strange light. He stretched out his still-moving finger and pointed at the screen opposite him.
"You can't trust him, he's a liar!"
"You must have been deceived by that man named Tang Ze. He said that I killed his daughter and wife, right?"
"He had cheated people like this before, but when he was found out, he couldn't handle the pressure and jumped off the building! If he wasn't guilty, why would he jump off the building to commit suicide? He's a liar, full of lies. I never harmed his daughter, let alone knew his wife. You can go and see... You are so capable, just take a look and you will know that I am telling the truth."
"I didn't do any of those things, why should I sit here and be judged?"
Looking at Zhao Erliu crying across from him, Tang Ze seemed to be having a nightmare all over again. He seemed to be back in the court, the streets and the company. No one believed what he said. When Zhao Erliu and his ruthless father kept talking, people's eyes changed...
He once stood in the crowd but felt lonely, and wanted to seek help but could only find death. The familiar helplessness and pain once again came to Tang Ze. He suddenly realized that his ignoring everything was in vain. As long as there was no revenge, his heart would always burn with anger and resentment.
"Bang!"
His face was pressed against the screen, magnified to the maximum.
The hatred magnified in his eyes seemed to want to break Zhao Erliu's neck through the screen.
"You lied, you liar, you're still lying!!!"
"Look! He was exposed by me and is furious."
Zhao Erliu was secretly delighted and not panicked at all. His father was right. He could turn the world upside down with his eloquent tongue. Who else could do that?
His classmates were fooled by him, as were his neighbors and security guards. The armored man in front of him would definitely believe it. He was just pretending to be mysterious by wearing scary clothes. Zhao Erliu was very proud, and glanced at the motionless man holding the sword, pretending to be pitiful.
"You must be careful and don't be fooled by this man. If you really can't, you can go and grab my classmates and ask them to see if what he said is true."
"As for the school his daughter attends, you can ask someone there. His daughter was hit by a car and died because she failed the test and was walking on the road in a daze. It has nothing to do with me. You can ask the teachers at that school to see if there is something wrong with her brain that caused her to get 12 points—"
"If she hadn't been intimidated by you, how could she have scored 12 points!!!" Tang Ze screamed heartbreakingly like a beast, "I will kill you, I will kill you, kill you!!!"
While Zhao Erliu was talking, the black-armored judge in front of him laughed softly.
Such laughter made Zhao Erliu stop talking abruptly, and he was confused. But he seemed to sense the danger coming, and he shrank back and bumped into the back of the chair.
"You...what are you laughing at?"
The next second, he was picked up by a pair of rough big hands, pulled up to the highest point like pulling a carrot, and then his mouth was stuck.
"Mmmm..." Zhao Erliu struggled, but the pair of cold metal arms did not move at all. Soon, his mouth was torn open, and his mouth was forced to open as wide as possible, like the clown in the TV series.
His tongue was pulled out by the force of a wrench, and he let out a hoarse sound from his throat in pain. The tears from the corners of his eyes and the blood in his mouth were scattered all over the floor as he struggled.
Tang Ze on the other side of the screen saw this scene and slowly stopped roaring in pain.
He saw Judge No. 0 pull out Zhao Erliu's tongue and heard him ask in a low voice: "You are using this disobedient tongue to lie to others."
"You have to know that it's not because your words sound nice or reasonable that those idiots will believe you. The reason you can confuse right and wrong is because you have a rich father."
"The reason a scum like you can survive to this day is because this world is so cold-blooded and merciless that justice has not yet come."
"But from this moment on, things were different."
Everyone in the live broadcast room held their breath, and no one in the 100,000-person room dared to make a sound, until the voice of Judge No. 0 and the heavy sword fell together.
In Zhao Erliu's pupils, he could only see a growing black shadow, which fell with a "bang", as if the hammer of heaven's punishment that he had dodged long ago had hit him. Zhao Erliu, who was imprisoned in the iron chair, seemed to have been hit by a violent electric current, and his whole body twitched.
Black and red spots soon appeared on his body, and no one knew how many bones were broken.
Judge No. 0 acted as if he saw nothing and continued to carry out his arbitrary and tyrannical punishment coldly and ruthlessly.
"You bullied an ignorant girl and turned a deaf ear to the weak person's pleas for mercy and pain, so you are punished the same way. But you must know that the pain you endured is not even a fraction of what Tang Xiaoyu suffered that day."
Tang Ze stared blankly, tears slowly sliding down from his eyes.
Tang Xiaoyu is the name of his daughter.
"...Ugh, ahhhhh!" Zhao Erliu foamed at the mouth and his pupils suddenly widened and he screamed. He lowered his head in disbelief and saw countless blood holes appearing on his body covered with scars. At this moment, he was stabbed 23 times by the invisible tip of the knife.
"On the night of the 19th, you insulted and killed a mother. You could have bowed your head in front of her and confessed your guilt, but you didn't. You chose to use 23 knives to send her to the dream of reuniting with her daughter, but you got yourself indefinite imprisonment and punishment."
"Do you regret it now?"
Hearing the judge's soft, dreamy tone asking him questions, Zhao Erliu spat out blood and pleaded guilty, "I regret it... I was... wrong..."
"A good child is one who corrects his mistakes as soon as he knows them." He wove dreams in a gentle tone, "but unfortunately, it's too late."
"Ugh, ahh ...
He once joked with his younger brothers in the cafeteria about how painful it was to jump off a building, but at this moment, he experienced it firsthand in an experience he never wanted to experience again.
Jumping off a building hurts, being stabbed hurts, and being hit to death hurts even more.
He didn't know or care before because it didn't happen to him.
"If regret is useful, what is the need for a judge?" Jiang Yuelu said mercilessly.
"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the same price. Moreover, the price you pay is nothing compared to the damage that has been caused."
Looking at Zhao Erliu with his eyes rolled back, the live broadcast room was in complete carnival.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, this guy is crazy, right???"
“I can see this without paying???”
"I'm telling you straight, I didn't even dare to breathe just now. Ah, I wasn't breathing in the first place."
"A judge who curses is so handsome, curse as much as you can, curse me please, wuwuwu."
"Tang Ze is crying, oh my god, when have I ever seen him cry before?"
…
Only a few viewers mentioned Tang Ze, which was within Jiang Yuelu's expectations.
The audience actually doesn’t care whether the trial is right or wrong, they don’t care whether Zhao Erliu or Zhang Erliu is punished, they don’t care about the past entanglement between Tang Ze and this person. The audience doesn’t care about what tragic experience you have.
This is the case for the live broadcast room of the living, and it is even more so for the live broadcast room of the dead. The person is already dead, so why bother caring about the life and death of others?
As long as it feels good and you can satisfy yourself at this moment, that is the meaning of live streaming.
In this PK, Jiang Yuelu's opponents are both Tang Ze and the audience.
He wants to capture the hearts of all viewers with the perfect and powerful debut of a new anchor, making them willing to give him countless tips.
But he knew that the tips brought by 100,000 viewers were not all for tonight.
He has an audience that actually cares about the rights and wrongs of this trial.
"Tang Ze."
Tang Ze, who was standing in front of the screen, heard Jiang Yuelu calling his name. He raised his head and wiped the tears from his face with his clothes. There were so many tears that they stained his exquisite suit.
He was never one to wear a neat suit before, and after just a few days of wearing it, Qu Ling would scold him for wrinkling it again... Looking at the dirty wet marks on the cuffs, his eyes became more blurry, but he still tried his best to hold it in, making his eyes clearer so that he could see the live broadcast room opposite.
"Thank you, thank you."
"I know it's useless for me to say anything now, but thank you so much."
Jiang Yuelu interrupted his endless thanks and said, "I have something else I need your help with."
Tang Ze remembered his previous promise and said hurriedly: "I will transfer all the money to you right now. After I play a PK, I will transfer it to you once, and all my underworld money will belong to you."
"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Jiang Yuelu turned her head and glanced at Zhao Erliu who was lying on the back of the chair. "He's not dead yet. I want you to make the final move."
Tang Ze opened his mouth, as if he didn't understand what Jiang Yuelu said. But he also understood a little bit, because that was what he had dreamed of.
"Only the revenge you have accomplished with your own hands can be regarded as the highest judgment." He said: "Your daughter and your wife will be very pleased if they know about this in the afterlife."
"Can't you use blood lines to control my live broadcast room?"
Tang Ze was shocked, "Aren't you afraid...I will kill you?"
Jiang Yuelu wanted to say, you are not that kind of person. But in order to look cool, he said coldly: "I'm standing here, you can try it."
"No, I won't do that."
As he spoke, Tang Ze began to control the blood line on the ground again, but his mind was no longer on killing Jiang Yuelu. In just 20 minutes, he had become his own savior.
Tang Ze cut Zhao Erliu's throat with a blood thread without hesitation.
While he was doing this, the Inquisitor watched silently from the side, and just as he said, he did not interfere with his revenge. But Tang Ze inexplicably felt that this motionless Inquisitor was holding other blood strings in his hands, and those strings were all growing on his body, and he was performing a wonderful show like mobilizing props.
After tonight...he will definitely become famous.
Tang Ze shook his head, put the thought behind him, got up from the wreckage of his enemy, and a comfortable and relaxed smile appeared on his face.
Then, Jiang Yuelu did the same thing again, dragging the accomplices who were calling out his name in another Linya City into the live broadcast room, and after trial, handed them over to Tang Ze to be executed.
Half an hour later, three coffins rose from the black wall.
It's like a tombstone announcing to everyone that judgment has come.
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