Chapter 9 Someone’s singing can kill you!
Lu Liuhe's actions to deal with danger were always faster than her thoughts. He raised the gun in his hand, aimed at the corpse at his feet, and started shooting wildly.
Before the fans in the live broadcast room could react, they saw that the already charred body had been beaten into a horrible pool of meat paste.
[It’s miserable, horrible, inhumane, and cruel. I just want to say one thing: well done, the anchor. Give him two more shots. 】
[I admire the host’s reaction speed, but what happened just now? 】
[It's the dead man lying on the ground. It's just a reflex of the nervous system, just like when you kill an octopus, its claws still move. 】
Lu Liuhe didn't want to stay with the corpse at all, so he picked up the trophies that looked still usable and quickly left this damn place.
She ran for five kilometers in one breath before she stopped, found an open space, sprayed a circle of cleaning agent within a meter around herself, and sat down to look at her spoils.
[Amitabha, host, tell me the truth, are you the reincarnation of Monkey King, or the master? 】
[The host’s operation is too cool. Sooner or later, I will die of laughter in this live broadcast room. 】
[Can you tell me in all conscience, is this a serious farming live broadcast room? 】
[The host kills people like cutting melons and vegetables, but is the previous team of Ansa mercenaries so weak? It feels like the host's chopping of them is no different from chopping of the lowest level mutated animals and plants. 】
Lu Liuhe counted the spoils and answered casually: "It should be the lowest-level psychic. It may also be that he is good at making trouble but not good at fighting."
She poured out all the contents of the two military backpacks.
Two bags of military rations.
Each package contains many pills, compressed into the size of mothballs, white in color, and each one is individually packaged with a number on it.
Two packs of water.
In each package, there are transparent water balls the size of marbles, individually packaged and marked with numbers.
Lu Liuhe poured them out and counted them. There were 30 in total, starting from 30 and ending at 60.
If my guess is correct, it should be from the time they left the base, one food and one water per day.
The remaining things.
Two military daggers and a Tang sword, which she thought were pretty good and could be used.
But what's left.
She didn't recognize it and made a wild guess, thinking it must be a weapon with great destructive power.
Thirty-five of them are the size of a fist, black, very lightweight, a bit like a grenade, with a bean-sized button on the top.
Fifty palm-sized missiles, very light, look like plastic toys, with a small button on the bottom.
The remaining things are very strange and varied.
But basically they can be recognized as things cut from some mutated animals and plants, including insect shells, antennae, mouthparts, wings of some animals, as well as flowers, leaves, roots and the like of plants.
Each item is individually packaged in a transparent bag, and the material looks very special.
Danmu is eager to try:
[Anchor, please press the button on the missile model. 】
[Anchor, I also want to see the one with the grenade. 】
[Fuck, this can’t really be the high-tech of the end of the world, hurry up and report it to @Ministry of National Defense, with this thing, our Blue Planet will be the most invincible. 】
Lu Liuhe didn't dare to press the button, but he still tried to put the item in the shopping cart. The result was: "Dangerous items, the platform does not sell them."
She read out the prompt given by the system.
Then.
Looking at the two big bags in front of me, I felt worried.
How was she supposed to get these things back?
The system appears at the right time: [My dear host, you can spend a little bit of money to store your things in the system space. 1m3 a day does not cost 1998 or 998. It only costs 98 fan points. You can store it with peace of mind, at a reasonable price, and easily. ”
Lu Liuhe gritted his teeth: ...
Other people’s systems provide space, spiritual springs, and black soil.
Her system will shamelessly ask for money.
But now, she is not in such a hurry to store the package.
She had just been in a fight and her mental strength was almost exhausted. She needed to rest for two days before she could recover her energy and continue her exploration.
She looked at her fan count, which was already 999.
The number of people waiting in line outside the live broadcast room is: 5888.
She was staring at the 999 on the screen, waiting for the number to jump to 1000 so that she could upgrade quickly.
In front of you.
Suddenly beautiful fireworks bloomed.
'If you don't agree, just fight' will give you three authentic Shandong thousand-layer steamed buns made by hand.
Lu Liuhe saw that the fan value was 999, and suddenly it jumped to 1110.
The system's voice sounded again: [The fan value has reached one thousand. Host, do you want to upgrade? 】
Lu Liuhe didn't hesitate at all: "Hurry up, hurry up!"
Can’t you see that she has so many fans queuing up at the door waiting to see her?
System: [The anchor agrees to the upgrade, and one thousand fan points will be deducted. Congratulations to the anchor. The live broadcast room has been officially upgraded to level 2 and can accommodate one thousand fans. 】
She didn't respond for a long time.
If you are not satisfied, you will get angry. [Anchor, please don’t be so obvious about your double standards. Where is my gratitude? Do you know how much a big steamed bun costs? My monthly salary! 】
[So you are a big shot with an annual salary of one million. I am so sorry. 】
[Boss, you only give me three steamed buns? At least give me a bag of pickles. I think the Fuling pickled mustard tuber is only as good as one dabului in a bag. 】
[@'Daughter goose father will raise you', sir, it's time for your daughter to eat. 】
In just one second, these comments were flooded by 900 new fans who suddenly poured in.
[I waited in line for five hours and finally got in. 】
[Hello, host!] 】
What about the wasteland? What about mutant plants? 】
Lu Liuhe didn’t even have time to talk to the newbies.
The light curtain exploded with fireworks again.
The number one on the list, 'Dad Goose Will Raise You', will give you a box of self-heating hot pot, with an extra-large portion of 1000g.
Lu Liuhe's mind was entirely on the hot pot and the steamed buns.
She looked at the screen, tears welling up in her eyes as she patted her chest and said, "Thank you, Dad, thank you for 'Do It If You Don't Accept'. I'll show you a talent and sing a song."
The fans applauded and cheered.
Lu Liuhe stood up and cleared his throat: "Listen to me, thank you.
Because you warm the four seasons. ”
In one sentence, the tune ran to an alien planet like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.
Sing emo to all the fans who were expecting it.
[Host, please listen to me, thank you, please stop singing, okay? 】
[The host sang with a kind of madness that seemed to not care about our lives. 】
Lu Liuhe continued to sing, and the sign language version was still synchronized: "Thank you, thank you for having you
The world is more beautiful
I want to thank you for having you
Love is always in the heart. ”
[I don’t mean to discriminate against disabled friends. To be honest, this is the first time I wish I was deaf. 】
[I have turned off the sound, as smart as I am. 】
[Apart from the out-of-tune performance, the host's sign language is still very good and standard. 】
A complete ending to the song.
Fans said:
[You sang well, but don’t sing it next time.] 】
[I still prefer watching the anchor do somersaults. 】
After Lu Liuhe finished singing the song, he bowed to the light curtain, and then took out the self-heating hot pot and big steamed buns from the system space.
Then, with tears in my eyes, I started to make the self-heating hotpot. I put all the ingredients and hotpot base into the pot, tore open the plastic bag of the heating pack, put it in the bottom of the pot, added water, put the pot on top, and covered the pot.
He nodded and smiled contentedly, took out a small notebook from his backpack, and began to sing again: "Why are there always tears in my eyes? Because I love my dear family - you, so deeply."
All the viewers in the live broadcast room could clearly see the words on the cover of the small notebook: Lu Liuhe’s Gratitude Notebook.
On the first page she opens, write down the fan ID of the fan who gave her a reward and the gift they gave.
The newbies have been confused by the singing since they came in, and they are even more confused now.
[Can anyone explain what the anchor is doing? 】
[The anchor is keeping accounts. She has written down everyone who has given her tips, and said that she will repay them when she becomes rich. 】
【Yeah? Then I will also give tips to the anchor. 】
The passionate newbies quickly opened the shopping cart.
Then, he came back cursing and swearing.
After Lu Liuhe made up the account, he began to stare at her self-heating hot pot.
God knows.
After a month of eating meat patties that were barely enough to sustain her survival.
When I saw the big steamed buns and hot pot, I was so excited that I couldn't control myself.
The old fans who have been following her live broadcast know what she eats every day and can empathize with her excitement at the moment.
The newbies here can't understand why she is so excited. People in the wasteland don't eat food. Drinking nutrient solution can replenish nutrition.
Lu Liuhe had really consumed too much and was extremely hungry. His stomach was growling in protest.
She broke off a large piece of steamed bun and ate it in small bites. It had a dense texture and was filled with the natural aroma of wheat. Every bite was a delicate feeling, extremely delicious and left a long aftertaste.
In the wasteland world, being able to eat a bite of steamed buns from her hometown brings her a sense of happiness that she would not trade for anything else.
The water in the hot pot was boiling. White steam was coming out of the pot. The spicy smell filled her nose. She couldn't help but take a deep breath, take a bite of the steamed bun, and hum a song happily: "Finally it's time to eat. I'm the first one to rush to the restaurant when I'm hungry..."
She is happy.
The barrage exploded:
[Anchor, as long as you are happy.] 】
[I'll go out first and be back in five minutes.] 】
[I used to not believe that someone's singing could kill them, but now I believe it! 】
Lu Liuhe was happy and ignored everyone. He even picked up the chopsticks and knocked on the pot lid to accompany himself: "A dry eater, a dry eater soul, a dry eater must use a basin to eat."
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