Even Du Shenghai himself hadn't imagined that there would come a day when he'd think it was too late to die. The thought of the entire nation watching him suffer in the icy hell online made him completely shudder. It must be that he was in ghost form now, otherwise he'd be terrified.
Feelings of regret continued to surge up, and his tone was heartbreaking. "I was wrong. I was really wrong. Can you please stop the live broadcast?"
Du Xingzhou rolled his eyes and said, "No."
Du Shenghai didn't want to leave, but when Du Xingzhou pulled the soul-locking rope slightly, he screamed and was dragged over uncontrollably by a powerful force.
At this moment, he finally remembered his daughter, as if grasping at the last straw. "If I'm broadcast live, what will happen to Xuanxuan? Xuanxuan is only five years old. When she grows up, others might laugh at her for what happened to me."
Du Xingzhou sneered, "You, the scum who tried to sacrifice your daughter, actually dared to use your daughter as a shield. Don't be so shameless!"
He pulled the soul-locking rope again, successfully making Du Shenghai scream again.
Du Shenghai's meager resistance had no effect at all, and he was sentenced to two more years of torture for obstructing the affairs of the underworld.
When Du Shenghai saw the familiar camera near hell, his face turned pale.
It really needs to be broadcast live!
When the directors saw him appear, they were so excited, "He's finally here! Quick, point all the cameras at him! I want him to be the most prominent character in this episode!"
This director also has a daughter who just graduated from college. If you put your own daughter in his shoes and imagine she encounters such a scumbag, her fists will become stiff and she will want to kill him.
He'd have to livestream Du Shenghai's fate! Needless to say, the Eighteen Levels of Hell were incredibly eerie and terrifying. Even filming them realistically wouldn't require any post-production effects; it was enough to give people nightmares. Some time ago, ghosts began to be brought in for torture. Their screams filled their path.
So the staff in the director team felt that their souls were cleansed by such music, and they all decided to be good people in the future.
The eighteen levels of hell in the underworld are not exaggerated. Not many people can endure the pain that comes from the depths of their souls.
Soon, the scene was filled with Du Shenghai's shrill screams.
"Kill me, please kill me, I don't want to live anymore." After screaming, Du Shenghai even felt that the ending of being torn to pieces was a relief for him.
When he died, he did not feel much remorse for his actions, but only regretted that he had chosen the wrong person.
But now, after experiencing the horror of the Eighteen Levels of Hell firsthand, he truly regretted it.
The most terrifying thing was that because he was already dead, he couldn't escape by falling into a coma, and could only keep rolling in the ocean of pain.
The director held a megaphone and shouted to Du Shenghai, "Come on, it's only been ten minutes. You'll be tortured for a hundred years."
This is what is called killing someone and destroying their heart.
Du Shenghai screamed even louder when he heard this.
Amidst the screams and wails, the host explained Du Shenghai's past to the online audience in the livestream room. While many netizens had already heard about the incident, some older viewers who only watched the livestream were still unaware.
They must have sufficient scientific knowledge.
After twenty minutes of live broadcast, they went to another level of hell with satisfaction to continue the live broadcast of the next protagonist.
The show's popularity continued to climb, and the platform gave the production team a prominent recommendation slot. Many overseas IPs even downloaded the app and registered accounts specifically for easier viewing. Comments in various languages streamed by.
At the peak of online viewing, the number of users reached 60 million, setting a record for online viewing on the platform.
The director looked at the backstage data and was practically grinning. This was only the first episode, and the subsequent episodes would likely be even more popular. Right now, the hot search list was all about their live broadcast.
My cousin, who's in the late stages of love-sickness, is convinced she and her boyfriend are truly in love and is determined to get married despite her family's objections. We just specially invited her and her boyfriend to watch the livestream together. Before she could even come to her senses, her boyfriend, feeling guilty, threatened to break up. I'm going to save the replay of this livestream to cure my love-sickness.
My aunt's neighbor's granddaughter was the victim of last year's indiscriminate kindergarten stabbing. Even after the sentencing, the killer's parents kept coming back to them, demanding a letter of forgiveness. Now, seeing that scumbag suffering in the underworld, they happily ran to the killer's doorstep and set off firecrackers for half an hour.
[This is hilarious! Some people even say this violates the rights of the deceased. They're welcome to sue the King of Hell! Why aren't they suing? Don't they want to?]
I declare, I'm definitely following this livestream. I can't wait for next Saturday. Why only once a week? Can't they livestream three times a day and a midnight snack? Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare take a break like this.
[Hahaha, I just checked and saw that those media outlets that love to dig up the murderer's backstory and profit from his crimes have deleted a lot of their previous reports. How did they fall so quickly?]
[Fuck, that guy who took Du Shenghai to the Iceberg Hell looks like a distant cousin of mine? I haven't heard he died. Does this count as me having connections in the underworld?]
With the live broadcast, the King of Hell, who only appeared once, became a celebrity. His photos circulated widely online, and many people even printed them out to ward off evil spirits.
Most of this faith went to the underworld, making it stronger. Almost 20% went to Feng Hou, the King of Hell. This overwhelming power of faith stunned Feng Hou, a deity who had only been ordained a few years earlier and hadn't seen much of the world.
God, this is too much!
Not only did his cultivation level, which had been cut off by Shi Miao's sword, recover immediately, but his realm also rose to a higher level.
Of course, although his strength has improved, Feng Hou didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Shi Miao, and told Shi Miao about this respectfully.
Shi Miao nodded slightly, "In the beginning, the power of faith will be quite strong. After this period, it will enter a plateau period." Most of these beliefs mainly come from the people of Country Z, and the people of Country Z are also very realistic in this regard. They will worship whoever is useful.
Feng Hou didn't really care about the plateau. To him, breaking through so quickly was already a blessing he couldn't even imagine.
Shi Miao stood by the Yellow Springs River. With a gentle wave of her sleeve, a flood of faith-power flew out, and a patch of blue and white flowers, each with white stamens, appeared on the riverbank. A gentle breeze blew, and the flowers swayed.
She vaguely remembered that she had planted these flowers in her past life. After eloping with the young man she loved, she had planted a patch of them near her home. Although she had planted them, she wasn't the one who cared for them.
But the sea of flowers behind was dyed red with blood.
This time, I think this sea of flowers will not be the same as I remember.
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