Chapter 157 Earning 90 Million in a Week 21
Five million!
Jiang Yuelu almost couldn't keep her composure and was about to blurt out "Thank you, boss!"
But there is still finishing work to do, and he finally moved his eyes away from the bold black and green bounty prompt. The amount of five million will scroll in the live broadcast room for ten minutes, and the barrage of comments is full of worship. This number is very explosive for a new anchor.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
Compared with the carnival here, Jin Ruyi's live broadcast room became deserted.
Live PK is cruel in itself. The ghosts in Ghost City are not like humans in the world. They will not develop feelings for you just because they have followed you for a period of time. Loyal old fans do not exist.
Jin Ruyi glanced at the empty live broadcast room and smiled self-deprecatingly, "No more."
“It’s true that there is no more…”
"You win, newbie." She tucked her hair behind her ear. "The last time I lost, I was competing with her. I miss it so much. It's been so long."
"Wang Linrong?"
She heard a different tone, "You don't seem very surprised?"
The Inquisitor nodded.
"What a surprise... I think this is the first time I've mentioned her, and even old friends like Ximujin don't know about her. Well, never mind, you seem to know everything."
"Well... this is indeed what Ximujin told me."
Jin Ruyi's eyes widened, "Him?"
The judge explained: "Do you remember when we pulled someone in just now? Originally, I was not thinking about this old blacksmith, but Wang Linrong's ghost. Combined with Ximujin's ability, searching for a ghost and bringing it to the front may be possible. If it can be realized, the effect will definitely be better. It's a bit of a pity."
Listening to him speak frankly about his plan, Jin Ruyi felt a little strange.
"I see. Ximujin does have this ability, and it is with this that he can secure his position as the leader of the Corpse Society."
"But Wang Linrong is different..."
"I have been looking for her all these years, but after she won first place, she disappeared in Linya City and has not appeared anywhere else."
She smiled weakly, "Then I thought, maybe she was hiding from me. She must have been tired of the crazy pursuit of a coward like me after his death, so she ran away."
"Well... maybe not."
Jin Ruyi looked at him. The judge shook his head and said, "Some things are inconvenient to talk about here. I'll talk to you after the PK is over. I think there may be some hidden story behind this."
She said nothing, just nodded and disappeared from sight.
"Mom just quit." The voice of the Corpse Society's president cut in, "She didn't even want to participate in the PK tonight. It seems that this failure has dealt a heavy blow to her."
The Corpse Society won, and even the president's voice sounded light and fluttery.
Inquisitor: "Perhaps not a failure."
"Um?"
The blow of failure was far less shocking than the appearance of the people who had seen them that year. And she recognized her own heart at that moment, and it took a long time just to digest these chaotic emotions.
"Ximujin, how long have you been dead?" he suddenly asked.
"Well, it's too early. I was stillborn. I never lived."
"Ghosts like you, have you long forgotten what it was like to be alive? The excitement of winning a game, the joy of eating something delicious, the desire to have your wishes fulfilled... they must have all disappeared in the rotting afterlife."
"Why are you saying that? You're so weird..." Ximujin was very puzzled. "Besides, you're also a ghost, but you're talking as if you're not one."
"But...your words remind me of Master Jin Muxi."
The judge was helpless, "You are here again."
"No, you didn't tell the whole story. There are different types of ghosts. For example, Lord Jin Muxi and I are different. The strength of ghosts is inversely proportional to the emotions they possess. In other words, the stronger the ghost, the further it is from the scope of humans. Have you seen Lord Jin Muxi? Do you think he looks like a human?"
A golden figure and a bloody Guanyin standing tall appeared before my eyes.
"What exactly is happiness?"
…
He curled his lips, "Not like that."
"Yeah, I'm more like a human." Ximujin said regretfully, "But if given a choice, which ghost wouldn't want to be a big evil ghost like the Lord of Ghost City? What's good about being like a human? People have weaknesses and are hypocritical. If mom hadn't been soft-hearted just now, you wouldn't have been able to beat her at all..."
The rest of the words disappeared automatically, and Jiang Yuelu thought of something else.
Since the higher you go, the more ruthless it becomes, what about the Ghost King whose strength is even higher than that of the City Lord?
Sitting high on the throne of the Twelve Ghost Wizards, the young man with red eyes has maintained the same appearance for a hundred years. He is ruthless. Does he understand human emotions?
He also claimed that he was a false god who had fallen from the deification ritual... and was already close to being a god.
Such an existence claims that he is his only friend.
"We still have to find it back." Ximujin was startled by his sudden words, "What are you looking for?"
He used to just want to find his younger brothers and sisters, but now he has a goal of his own. He wants to regain his lost memories, to know how they met and how close they were... and why this memory disappeared.
"Without further delay, come first——"
Jiang Yuelu rubbed his hands and said, "Let's see how much we made tonight!"
"Hey, hey, where are you going?" Ximu Jin said anxiously: "We are planning to hold a celebration banquet. You can't be absent. Don't forget that you are our corpse now-"
Before he could finish, Jiang Yuelu's screen went out.
Xi Mujin: "..."
The PK was over, and it didn’t matter if it wasn’t broadcast live. Jiang Yuelu thought for a moment and then left. A group of spectators who had just gotten excited were immediately kicked out.
If it were any other anchor, he might lose followers, but he was a cold-blooded judge, so it didn’t matter.
"Will the judge continue to settle accounts? Mom's accomplices might be in trouble?!"
"Is there anything we can't see?"
"Inquisitor, come out! Don't hide in there and keep silent! I know you are at home!"
…
Everyone thought that the Inquisitor, who was going to do his job, rubbed his hands and clicked on the krypton gold bar for tonight.
The dividends he got from the Corpse Club were more than he had imagined, because he was the last one to appear, and he was also able to attract some viewers from other anchors of the Corpse Club. They also transferred money at the last minute, and although the amounts were small, they added up to a considerable amount.
All the rewards he received in the last PK belonged to him and he did not have to share them with the Corpse Society. This was the rule of the team battle and was also what Ximujin had agreed on from the beginning.
"The total is 4.5 million. Wow, much more than yesterday. Is this the charm of a big anchor? But the risk of PK is also very high, so this calculation is reasonable..."
Jiang Yuelu was shocked.
"That is to say, the combined amount of tips from the hundreds of thousands of viewers in my livestream tonight... is not as high as what the young girl gave me. Of the 1.5 million last time, 500,000 of them were also from him..."
"Ah, I don't know if it's him or her..."
Jiang Yuelu immediately decided that he would treat this young lady boss differently in every live broadcast. Five and a half million was really too generous! Adding up his assets, he had -
Eleven million!
We are a little closer to the goal of 90 million...
"But there is also a very ruthless problem before us." He said to himself: "It's not every day that you will encounter a team battle like tonight, and it's not every time that you will meet your mother."
"If I think pessimistically, 4.5 million may be the highest amount of money I have ever earned since I started competing. Of course there are exceptions, unless the young girl boss supports me."
"What did you say?" Xia Yi's voice suddenly rang out.
"I'm coughing coughing... When did you call???"
“…”
"I've always been here." Xia Yi was very cold. "When you were calculating like a stingy old man and begging the No. 1 on the list to support you, I was listening."
Jiang Yuelu's face darkened. "Hey, I'm not that old..."
"It's just a description."
Jiang Yuelu changed the subject, "Uh uh...what are you doing?"
"I have a lot of things to do. I won't just sit there and wait for someone to support me."
"No, no..." Jiang Yuelu said shamelessly, "I will never forget that you were the first person to tip me. Four dollars, right? I still remember it. This was my original intention."
Xia Yi snorted coldly.
Jiang Yuelu seemed to have thought of something, "By the way, where did you get the money for the reward?"
"The four dollars? They come from the phone itself."
Xia Yi said that after he went to the Lin Ya City, he had a mobile phone. On that special phone, they broadcast live on an APP called "Lin Ya".
"I suddenly had an idea."
"Is it possible... is it possible that someone has this special phone like you, and they can watch our live broadcast and give us tips? Otherwise, where do you think all this money comes from?"
Xia Yi pressed a few buttons on his phone and brought up a black and green APP. The icon was a pointed top and round bottom object.
"This phone still exists after the time in Linya City went back, and it hasn't changed at all. According to common sense, if time went back ten years, the material of the bulletin board would have changed, and the material of the phone would have changed as well, but it didn't."
Xia Yi pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe it has something to do with Cycads."
"Cycad?"
"Remember what I said? The ghosts in the city have the power to do whatever they want. They can make rules as they please. Time goes back, and the contestants are a sleight of hand. The things that are closest to the core of the ghost city are always those that will never change. Just like this phone."
"Ah, I see. It's just like the core of the Golden Rhinoceros ship, just like... that little girl with golden hair."
"Although I have no clue, the fact that we can find these things means that we are getting closer to the core of Linya City." Xia Yi remembered something, "You should go talk to Jin Ruyi. She knows your background well. You are a special person among this group of anchors. I suspect she has seen Cycads."
"Well, I've already made an appointment with her. In addition to what you said, I also need to talk to her about another matter, and I have to bring Ximujin with me then."
Xia Yi nodded: "What should we do now, continue counting money?"
“…”
Jiang Yuelu touched his nose, what a petty-minded ghost king.
"Forget it, let's just keep making money."
"Although I made a lot of money tonight, I still don't feel safe. I'd better finish broadcasting all the content for the night." Knowing that there were only six days left, Jiang Yuelu couldn't sleep peacefully.
"Um?"
As soon as she opened the live broadcast room, Jiang Yuelu was shocked.
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