Chu Mu suddenly became the focus of the whole audience.
The trainee hadn't recovered from the huge shock yet and still looked terrified.
The few who reacted quickly huddled in their chairs, their eyes gleaming with brilliance.
They wish there were more trial and error people like Chu Mu who would rush to the front.
The ghost students and ghost teachers in the venue were all staring at Chu Mu. Most of them were unconscious and acted simply according to instinct.
Chi Ruisi watched even more carefully. He put his hands on the back of the chair where Chu Mu had sat, and made a heart shape towards the stage with a "loving" look.
Chu Mu: My fist is hard.
The live broadcast room screen was also very lively.
[This screenwriter's skills are not good enough. Let's not work together next time.]
[Right? There are actually people who are afraid of being reported. What kind of train of thought is this?]
[The most interesting thing is the leopard, okay? From being chased by ghosts to being praised by ghosts, there was only one Chu Mu in between.]
[Well, isn't it just to promote Chu Mu's Heavenly Master character?]
[Are you all, you know-it-alls, annoying? Isn't the purpose of watching a show to be entertaining? If you want to get to the bottom of things, please turn left and go to the technology channel.]
[I agree. I hate people who pretend to be cool.]
[The character is the character, the appearance is justice, I am happy to support it. 】
[I am a grown man, but I also think Chu Muchao is okay. 】
[Me too! Look at that tiny waist, she'll definitely look amazing in women's clothing!]
The style of the barrage became increasingly outrageous, and at this time, Chu Mu had already taken the microphone handed to him by the host.
He needs to introduce himself to the audience.
"My name is Chu Mu, and I'm your father."
“…”
The whole place was dead silent.
The host's bloodshot eyes flashed with a twisted brilliance: "How rude! As a high school student of this modern age, you actually disregard the laws and rules. You deserve to be punished!"
She reached back and tried to whip the spine again.
Pop.
A piece of talisman paper was stuck on the host's forehead.
The host suddenly stopped, and except for his rapidly moving eyes revealing anxiety and fear, his whole body seemed to be frozen.
"I haven't finished speaking yet, why are you in such a hurry?" Chu Mu walked to the ballot box. "Is this for on-site voting?"
The host couldn't answer.
Chu Mu walked to the other side of the curtain and dragged out a water-soaked human body in a giant state.
"Director Chen, could you please explain the specific rules?"
Director Chen's face was completely swollen, and his cheeks looked like they had large tumors.
His words were slurred, but at least I could hear him clearly.
"Yes... After you introduce yourself, the audience will vote. The votes will be counted according to the denomination of the paper money. The more money you have, the higher the score. Those who score below the average will be eliminated."
"What's going on? Is the underworld's finances so tight? Are they even raising money from the dead?"
There was no expression on Director Chen's face, but he tried hard to take half a step back.
Including the water ghost on his body.
"In that case..." Chu Mu touched his chin, "Then let's vote."
He acted very easy to talk to and emptied the ballot box.
Director Chen was the first to vote. He was both afraid and hateful of Chu Mu. When he thought of the powerful elimination rules of the ghost realm, he couldn't wait to throw a piece of white paper with no denomination in.
"Oh." Chu Mu sighed, sat down on the ground, and then began to take things out of his pockets.
"Thunder-inducing talisman, evil-dispelling talisman, array-breaking talisman, Huangquan Yin-shaking talisman..."
Chu Mu threw talismans on the ground like setting up a stall, and arranged them in a circle around him.
In the high-level spiritual plane, the best of these talismans is just barely at the medium level.
But in this world, it is like an insurmountable chasm.
Even low-level talismans are beyond the reach of the Heavenly Masters.
Chu Mu did not take out the top-grade talisman, fearing that the spiritual power in it was too strong and would cause space vibrations.
However, what he didn't expect was that just placing these talismans together could cause fluctuations in the air flow within the ghost realm.
The weak ghosts wailed, and several of them were instantly reduced to ashes.
Director Chen struggled to move his two strong legs, crawled onto the ballot box, and tried hard to put his swollen arms into the box.
He was reaching for his blank ballot paper.
"I regret this," Director Chen said, his face, as red as a steamed bun, showing the same anxiety and fear as the host. "I'll vote again."
After trying several times, he finally caught the white paper.
"I, I'll vote again."
Director Chen searched all over his body but didn't find any useful paper money.
This is natural.
In the eyes of the world, he is still a living person. Who would burn paper money for a living person?
Chu Mu turned around and said, "No money? Go borrow money."
"Yes, borrow money..."
Director Chen walked off the stage and began to borrow paper money from the ghosts in the audience.
"Brother, how much do you have? Lend me 200,000."
"Little sister, you seem to have a lot on hand, lend me some."
This scene seemed absurd and mysterious to the audience.
When it was shown on the live camera, the audience just laughed "Hahahaha".
The metaphysical masters who were still on the plane had a different reaction.
"He—his talisman—"
"If I'm not mistaken, one of his talismans contains a formation-breaking technique, which can easily destroy a ghost domain at the level of the Rabbit."
The crowd was silent for a moment.
The old monk couldn't sit still any longer: "How long until the plane arrives? Hurry up!"
…
Director Chen walked around the auditorium, collected one million paper money for the dead, and stuffed it back into the ballot box.
There is a completely black cardboard above the ballot box. It just showed 0, but now it shows 1 million.
"Aren't the entire audience required to vote? Vote quickly." Chu Mu sat cross-legged in his talisman, supporting his head with one hand and tapping the stage floor with the other.
Soon, the ghosts in the auditorium lined up in neat rows and came up one by one to vote.
"Teacher, line up in a separate row," Chu Mu instructed methodically, "Don't crowd in with your classmates. You are role models, you must set an example and let me see your strength."
This is definitely a threat.
Chi Ruisi laughed when he heard this.
Ah Zhong was a little worried: "Master, the young mistress seems to have a bad temper. I'm afraid you will suffer."
Chi Xiusi glanced at him and said, "You are a thousand-year-old virgin. What do you know about romance? The moment you open your mouth, you smell sour and stinky."
Ah Zhong shut up: "Then wouldn't a virgin who's been virgin for ten thousand years be a fossil? Shouldn't the smell be stronger?"
Under the blatant intimidation, the teachers emptied their family savings and stuffed the money into the ballot box.
The value on the small black plate is constantly increasing.
It finally settled on an incredible number: "2 billion".
Chu Mu patted his thigh: "Tsk tsk tsk, out of the 2 billion, the students' amount accounts for 1.6 billion, and only 400 million belongs to the teacher."
Chu Mu stretched out his slender white fingers and gestured on the ground one by one as if in no particular order.
"Since teachers are no match for students, shouldn't the roles be reversed?"
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