Chapter 153 Earning 90 Million in a Week 17
"You didn't see Mom's expression after Dice said this."
"She didn't even want her child anymore. The bones were scattered all over the ground. I guess her live broadcast room must have been filled with wailing. The number of tips was as ugly as her face."
Ximujin couldn't stop smiling.
"When you are doing a live PK, you should avoid being manipulated by others. You must not follow the opponent's routine. Although she quickly returned to normal, in the eyes of the audience, it was the dice that intimidated her."
"Dice also took advantage of this opportunity and said some harsh words to the dull mother, which increased the rewards in his live broadcast room. This is all thanks to you."
Ximujin kept talking, "To be honest, I also want to know how you know so much about my mother's private life. Did you know each other before?"
The judge shook his head. "I don't know him."
"That's strange."
Ximujin counted the live broadcast rooms on the screen and found that 6 of them were gray.
Including him, Tangze, the judge, and the guy who is currently PKing with his mother, there are still 4 left.
"Ah." Ximujin's face was reflected brightly on the screen.
As he spoke, Tongzi's live broadcast room went dark.
“…It’s been less than ten minutes.”
His deployment of troops was to concentrate the manpower in the second half. Logically, the longer it went on, the longer they could hold out, but now the time was getting shorter and shorter.
In other words, my mother went crazy.
"Are you nervous, President?"
The overly deserted live broadcast room was not even half as lively as before the battle. The judge's voice seemed to have an echo. While preparing for the PK, Ximujin replied, "Of course not."
"In this situation, I am most worried about you."
"Did you see the number on the upper right?" Ximujin gestured.
[Team Battle] wins or loses based on the total amount received from ten PKs. After each game, the number on the upper right will accumulate and increase, and every anchor participating in the PK can see it.
Jiang Yuelu's pupils also reflected this number: 5345023
"Five million? That's a bit too little."
"Young?" Ximujin was so angry that he laughed, "You may have some misunderstandings about our Corpse Society. Do you know who in our Society can make the most money?"
Jiang Yuelu sensed his hostility and guessed, "Tang Ze?"
"Yeah! You're the one who makes the most money, and you still beat him."
As if he couldn't hear them talking, Tang Ze, the protagonist of the conversation, was lying in his live broadcast room, not saying a word. Ximujin glanced at him unhappily.
"Forget it. You are the great hero. Without the information you provided, we would never be able to intimidate Mom and win rewards again and again." Speaking of this, Ximujin always felt very curious.
In PK, testing each other's bottom line is actually a very common tactic.
But this trick can only be used once.
Because the panic caused by revealing confidential information can easily make the other party mentally prepared. For example, when the mother learned about "Zhang Xinmin", she vaguely realized that the corpse would get her private information, and then she would be on guard.
But Jiang Yuelu kept pulling out information, such as how her mother's three children had grown up, where they were studying, and what they had eaten last week... Every time she did this, she broke down her mother's psychological defenses and was shocked by it.
Jiang Yuelu gave him another one just now.
Where on earth did he get this information from...
"It doesn't matter whether you are nervous or not. Actually, I am not nervous anymore. Just follow the script we demonstrated before." It's nothing more than pouring out the information when being beaten by my mother. Then I just need to read it according to what Jiang Yuelu gave me.
"But have you ever thought about how crazy she will become after being stimulated like this?"
Ximujin's expression was serious.
This is no joke.
"She's getting faster and faster, and I feel like she's eliminating candidates. After Tang Ze and I are done, she'll soon realize that you're the one holding the intelligence. She'll come after you with nine rounds of pent-up resentment, anger, and curiosity, and she'll definitely get a result out of you."
"This is exactly what I want." The judge said expressionlessly, "You should leave now."
"If you talk nonsense for one more second, you are wasting my time."
Ximujin laughed instead, waving his fan gently, "That's good, I thought you were scared. If you were scared, we wouldn't have any fight tonight."
"President, I wish you good luck."
"It's not easy, Tang Ze. I'm about to leave and you're willing to speak now?" Ximujin looked relaxed and waved his hand.
"Don't worry too much about me. My mother and I are good friends. She won't do anything to me even if she's angry... Oh, it's been a long time since we had a proper PK."
Ximujin entered the live broadcast room calmly and gracefully.
Twenty minutes later.
…
Tang Ze looked at the screen in silence, "..."
"He'll go crazy."
Tang Ze, who is usually very calm, couldn't help but break the mask of pain when he saw the president stroking her belly and humming a baby song on the screen.
"When he wakes up tomorrow and sees this playback... the president will go crazy."
He turned his head quickly.
"If I get affected by this later, please kill me before it becomes like this!"
The Inquisitor refused: "I can't kill you."
"Yeah..." Tang Ze finally realized, "You don't have the ability to go to other people's live broadcast rooms."
Perhaps because the Inquisitor brought the coveted prey to the underworld, Tang Ze believed that he was omnipotent and subconsciously made this request.
Among all the anchors present, he was probably the most shocked.
Bringing the enemy who he could not get close to here or telling him the information about his mother, of course the former brought a greater shock. He could not describe how he felt when he saw Zhao Erliu appear that day.
"Will you...will you carry out the same trial?" Tang Ze asked carefully.
"You're all just as curious."
The judge's words were like a sigh.
Tang Ze subconsciously asked, "We?"
After hearing his words, the Inquisitor laughed softly, "Your mind is not on the game at all... Is it because you fulfilled your wish last time? Just go out and take a look, and listen, and you will know what the audience's attitude is towards tonight's team battle."
He paused.
“…All I can say is that there are a lot of people who want me to win.”
“There are more people who want me to lose.”
…
"Come on, come on, take a look."
In the live broadcast room, an anchor wearing a tall hat and dressed as a waiter was shouting.
He kept taking out colorful flower cards from his hat. Strings of flower cards circled in front and behind him, like flying red and black ribbons.
And right in front of him was the biggest chip of the night.
"On the second night of the tournament, a desperate team battle ensued!"
"We won't play flower cards or guess the points tonight. We'll bet on who will stand out in the team battle.
"Is it Ximujin, who has the longest PK time and has bravely passed several rounds of competitions, or is it the mother who is a one-man army with a mysterious origin... Let's wait and see!"
At his shout, two blank cards grew longer in the wind and stood upright, and on the left and right, they transformed into the president of the Corpse Club waving a golden fan and his mother with a gentle smile and a slightly bulging belly.
The flower cards surrounding them were stacking up as the bets increased, as if forming a tall building of flower cards.
"Ah my, mom is still in the lead at the moment. It's already the third to last PK match. The Corpse Society has to give us some support."
"Otherwise, you won't be able to catch up."
New comments keep appearing——
"If you don't understand, just ask, can the anchor earn tips by doing this?"
"Hasn't this already been bet on in the pool?"
"Upstairs, do you think he is stupid to do a losing business?"
"He has always relied on live PK guessing to attract traffic, and specifically targets those popular anchors."
"Usually there are 20 to 30,000 people in the live broadcast room, and today the number of people watching the team battle has doubled. Just the tips given to him by these people alone amounted to a lot in one night..."
…
"Hey, this audience has sharp eyes. They can see through your live broadcast routine."
In the backstage group that only the anchor can see, someone complained, "Gao Hat, why don't you block him?"
The anchor who was called Gao Mao Zi was shouting and whispering in the group.
"Why should I block them? I cherish every single viewer. If you know the tricks, just know them. Don't think the audience is so stupid. What we want is money, and they know it very well."
"Okay, you're also open-minded."
"It's not that I'm too optimistic, it's just that this is the environment."
"I'm not like Tang Ze's mother and the others, who died in strange ways and used their abilities to open up new territories for themselves after death." Gao Maozi smiled, "I died an ordinary natural death, and now I have chosen the most suitable way to make money according to the situation."
"Look, there are so many anchors who look down on us, saying that we are just parasites who only know how to take advantage of the traffic of big anchors and live on the PK of others... It's easy to say, if we don't take advantage of the traffic, are we going to die?"
Gao Maozi looked at the soaring rewards in his live broadcast room with great joy, "Thanks to the Corpse Society and my mother, this is enough to sustain me for a long time tonight."
In Linya City, anchors like Tangze and Ximujin are a minority. There are a large number of powerless anchors at the bottom of the pyramid. In order to protect themselves, they chose another safer way -
Discuss with others before connecting.
In this way, the hosts who are connected are all well-known.
Before the PK, they would agree to split the profits in half, and then each do their own thing when there is no PK. If someone has good eloquence, they can tell stories; if someone has a nice voice, they can connect with the audience; if someone has good operation skills, they can play a few games... Parasitic on the soil of Linya City, the ghosts quickly adapted to the new way of survival.
Like Gao Maozi, anchors who broadcast PKs between other big anchors in their own live broadcast rooms and let the audience guess who will win and lose in the end have also united into a group and gained a place in Linya City.
He has a good eloquence and the audience enjoys watching him. Some anchors think that he is not as capable as themselves but is popular among the public, so they always gossip about him behind his back, saying that he is just repeating what others say and is a vampire of the big anchors... Gao Haozi did not take these insults too seriously and he put himself in the right position from the beginning.
Just say it, it won’t hurt you.
Isn’t it enough as long as we make money?
"You are really smart. You never say the final word every time. The audience can't figure out who will win, so they keep it until the end." The guy in the group sighed: "It's really the most suitable way for you to flatter."
"So, who will win tonight?"
Gao Mao thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say."
"Is it hard to say? Ximujin has already lost. As long as my mother kills Tangze, it won't be a problem to deal with the little anchor in the end. I think the answer is obvious..."
"On the contrary, I think that compared to Tang Ze, the one that mom is most afraid of is the new anchor."
"Oh? Tell me more about it."
People like them who "parasitize" on big anchors and suck their blood usually love to study big anchors the most. Because only by understanding them better can they predict their live broadcast routines and speak more colorfully when explaining in the live broadcast room.
When everyone heard Gao Maozi talking about the emerging new star, they became interested.
Gao Maozi thought: "He only did a live broadcast once, so it's hard to tell what he is good at, but I guess he must be very capable."
Everyone was speechless: "You are talking nonsense..."
"Don't worry, I haven't finished yet."
"Even the strong ones can be divided into different levels. I think his ability may be stronger than his mother's."
"…Isn't that a bit exaggerated?"
Thinking of their mothers’ abilities, everyone felt a little scared, as if a maternal soul had floated to their side, waiting to parasitize them and turn them into loving “mothers”.
"My mother's ability is outrageous. How can a new anchor be better than her?"
"I have my own sources..."
Gao Maozi smiled and said, "According to some gossip, the three people who appeared in the Inquisitor's live broadcast room last night were not ghosts, but living people."
"What?"
Everyone was shocked. "Don't talk nonsense. How could there be a living person in Linya City?"
"Believe it or not, this is the information provided by my informant. It says that those three people were Tang Ze's enemies before his death, and the mortal enemies who killed his wife and daughter."
"He killed them right in front of Tang Ze. How could Tang Ze not be grateful? I also heard that Tang Ze transferred a thank-you fee of one million to him privately."
One million is a lot...sometimes they can't even reach that number.
Someone murmured, "I thought... it was his black sword that affected Tang Ze. He was like a completely different person. I didn't expect... it was because he saw his enemy. That makes sense."
"etc--!"
He shouted.
"It can bring living people... Isn't this too scary?!"
"This is the ghost city, this is Linya City! It's full of ghosts, there's not a single living person!"
"Haha, you just realized it." Gao Maozi grinned, "When I first heard the news, I thought this kid was outrageous. Look, Ximujin arranged him to be the last one tonight."
"Who would dare to put a newcomer who joins the club on his first day and competes for the last match? If there is nothing fishy about this newcomer, then Ximujin is crazy."
He spoke so convincingly that he almost fooled everyone.
Someone reacted, "That's not right... You're praising him so much, why don't you place a bet yourself? You're trying to trick us into giving you money again!"
Gao Hat quickly said that he was innocent.
"I'm just guessing, can you take it seriously?"
"...You don't say a word of truth, go away!"
They were too lazy to pay attention to the compliments, but the compliments were clear in their minds, thinking: I paid for the information, so why should I tell you for free? You can be happy after hearing a few of them, but I have to keep the rest to myself.
He hadn't told them just now that he had already understood the Inquisitor's live broadcast routine.
As the Inquisitor said, he was administering justice.
Thoroughly analyzing the lingering evil spirits like Tang Ze, digging out their mental knots, and then bringing their enemies for execution... not only makes the audience in the live broadcast room feel good, but also relieves the obsession in the evil spirits' hearts.
When the obsession dissipated, the resentment that maintained the evil spirit also faded.
They were not a difficult crisis for the Inquisitor to deal with.
This operation not only earns rewards, but also impresses the anchor, which is killing two birds with one stone.
"From the team battle just now, we can be sure that he plans to do the same this time."
He broadcast the team battle all night and watched it more carefully than anyone else.
From the dice to Tang Ze, from "Zhang Xinmin" to "Your parents are buried in Cuishan Cemetery", each scene throws out a little information, like a hook to fish for my mother's appetite. When she appeared in the court, the judge was ready to bring in my mother's enemies...
But the question is, if he can think of it, can't his mother think of it?
…
White bones flooded Tang Ze's face, and there were traces of broken ceramics on his face. He couldn't help but touch his belly. Because he didn't want to hum nursery rhymes, he struggled to get rid of his mother's control.
But it was all in vain.
His hand still trembled as it moved towards his abdomen. Just as the first syllable rang out involuntarily in his mouth, he suddenly heard his mother's voice, and the maternal glow that filled his mind disappeared.
"How did you know about me?"
He tightened his mouth and turned his face away.
Mom snorted coldly, "Even if you don't tell me, I know it's the new guy who beat you."
She raised her head and looked behind Tang Ze thoughtfully. The live broadcast room had boundaries, but she seemed to be able to see into the distance through Tang Ze's room.
"He's waiting for me at the end of this road."
"Wait for me to be judged." Mom smiled.
"You might think I would be very angry, on the contrary, I am very happy."
"Tonight, I listened to a lot of old stories... I almost forgot those stories and names. Someone actually found them and played them for me all night. Can you imagine how happy I was?"
She said pleasant words, but Tangze let out a painful groan.
"Don't think you're the only ones who check people's backgrounds..."
She stopped looking at the unconscious Tang Ze and jumped straight to the next PK.
The screen reflected a completely dark room with three coffins hanging on the wall, just as she had heard. The righteous judge holding a sword was quietly waiting for her.
“Are those who enforce justice really as just as they imagine themselves to be?”
The judge said coldly: "I don't understand what you mean."
Mom laughed instead.
Seeing her calm expression and the raised corners of her mouth, Jiang Yuelu suddenly felt something was wrong. At this moment, he heard his mother slowly speak.
"Come to think of it...Aren't you also the suspect who watched your brother and sister burn to death in the fire without doing anything? What qualifications do you have to interrogate me?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
