Super thriller live broadcast

Handing over the Dream Wing Gu can be exchanged for a large amount of points, as well as many live broadcast privileges. Some of these rights I have never even heard of before, and each of them is of great use to me.

So I was tempted when I heard what the interviewer said. If I use it well, these live broadcast privileges can make it easy for me to spend two or three live broadcasts.

However, the disadvantage of this is that I lost the only Gu insect that can compete with the Plum Blossom Gu. In the long run, I will undoubtedly suffer.

"Dream Wing Gu tried to save me from falling into a deep sleep. It is in my liver orifice and cannot be taken out for the time being." I declined the interviewer's deal politely.

"Don't you think about it anymore?" The paper mask obscured the interviewer's entire expression, and you couldn't tell his emotions when he said this just from his tone: "If you agree to hand over the Dream Wing Gu to the show, we will help Get rid of the poison in your body. Think clearly before answering. The poison is deep in your bones. If you delay for a long time, your life will be endangered. Besides, there is not much time until the next live broadcast. If you continue to live broadcast in this state, you will undoubtedly die. "

When I first encountered Yin soldiers taking advantage of the passage, I rushed into them alone. Many parts of my body were invaded by the "chi" poison, and large patches of black and purple still remain on the surface of my skin.

"No need, Yindu, I will find a way on my own." The underworld show was full of money. I knew that it would be difficult for me to take advantage of them, so I stood up and prepared to leave.

"I think you'd better think about it again." The paper-faced interviewer sat in the same position without changing his posture: "You can take out your phone and see your current status. I think you will change your mind. ."

"My physical condition?" I had a bad premonition, so I took out the large-screen mobile phone in the underworld show, clicked on it, and saw a surprising change in one place.

In the merit column, I was originally negative six to seven hundred, but now it has become negative one hundred thousand!

"How is that possible?" I cried out.

"If you use the Underworld Order without authorization, open the gates of hell, interfere with the reincarnation of heaven and earth, and release evil spirits to harm a land, it is normal for you to deduct 100,000 merit points." The interviewer's tone was indifferent, as if he had already guessed: "If you have a mirror, you can look at your face. ."

"Look at your face?" Before I could wake up from the shock of merit, I subconsciously took out my phone and turned on the selfie function.

A face shrouded in black energy and bloody light appeared on the screen of the phone. What kind of catastrophe or black cloud on the face was imminent was nothing compared to me at this moment.

"Bad luck, bad luck, and bad luck. You can't do anything right now, and whatever you think doesn't work. If you're not careful, you will suffer bloody disasters. Although you were lucky enough to escape your destined death, it doesn't mean you can live for a long time. On the contrary, your life and death are not controlled by heaven and earth. You may die decades later or you may die in the next second." The plain voice revealed a sense of heartfelt fear, and the interviewer's words went straight to the bottom of my heart. My worst fears came out.

"You succeeded in usurping your life. Even we didn't expect it. You gave us a small surprise, but it was just a surprise." The interviewer played with the card in his hand and did not continue.

I frowned, not sure what he meant.

With a hundred thousand merits, I will definitely be unable to move forward in the future. I will always be unlucky and will cause natural disasters all the time. Normally it's okay, but I'm afraid something might happen during the live broadcast, causing irreparable serious consequences.

"Rescuing Jiangcheng, you took away my millions of merits. Now that I'm in trouble, can you..."

"No." I was interrupted by the interviewer before I finished speaking: "Mr. Gao, you have to understand the fact that the reason why you were able to save Jiangcheng was because of the layout of the show, so that merit does not belong to you."

The interviewer refused without hesitation, leaving no room for maneuver.

I raised my eyebrows, and I discovered an important point from his firm tone. The underworld show also requires merit, and they seemed to be more eager for merit than those from well-known families.

Such a weird live broadcast organization squeezes the luck and lifespan of the audience and requires a lot of merit. What do they want to do?

"This time I was targeted by God and set a date for death. The fundamental reason was that I took the death train to the world of yin and yang. I had an accident while completing the task assigned by you. Don't you give me an explanation?" Meng Meng I won't hand over the Wing Gu. My physical condition is very bad now. Fortunately, it broke.

"Mr. Gao, I think you may have misunderstood. Your death date set by God has nothing to do with your previous mission. On the contrary, you should also thank us. It is precisely because the show sent you to take the death train that you have a chance. Only when you see yourself in the carriage on October 30th can you predict your death!" The interviewer supported his chin with both hands and said in a slow and calm voice: "In other words, even if you did not perform the live broadcast mission, even if you did not become the underworld Show host, your date of death will not change, it’s just that you may die in a different way.”

The interviewer was eloquent and what he said seemed to make sense.

"According to what you said, if I had not become a show anchor, I might have died in an accident on October 30th, right?" I dismissed it. The matter was in the past, and right and wrong could no longer be proven.

"Yes." The interviewer didn't give me any chance to take advantage of the situation. Talking to him made me feel uncomfortable all over. He seemed to know me very well and knew every thought in my heart: "We will not give you merit unconditionally, but we will not watch you fend for yourself, after all, you are currently the best anchor we have ever seen. "

The interviewer paused and then added: "Yes, you are the best. You are naturally suitable for this career. So we have made a temporary decision to give you a chance to choose."

"What opportunity to choose?" I felt that a trap had been set in the underworld show, just waiting for me to dive in.

"Two options. First, you hand over the Dream Wing Gu, and we will give you something to ensure that you will not be targeted by God's will; second, you go and do something for us, and I will tell you how to avoid God's will and hide yourself. Karma."

"I choose the second one."

The interviewer seemed to have guessed my answer and spread his hands: "This matter is very simple. It just comes easily to you. We want you to kill everyone in the Sanyin Sect without leaving any trace to ensure that the underworld shows Field information will not be leaked."

"Everyone..." I was stunned for a moment, and gained a new understanding of the ruthlessness of the underworld show. The Sanyin Sect has a life-and-death feud with me. I originally planned to retaliate against them, but I won't be crazy enough to kill them. Everyone can only kill a few culprits at most.

"That's right, kill all disciples of the Sanyin Sect! Kill the ghosts kept in captivity by the Sanyin Sect! Don't let go of the secular people who are related to the Sanyin Sect!" The interviewer slowly looked up at me: " can you do it?"

My breath froze, and I wanted to agree, but it was simply unrealistic to kill so many people.

"Still hesitating?" The interviewer put the underworld show advertising card in his hand on the table: "Mr. Gao, please think carefully before answering. This is already the limit of the show."

"Okay, I agree, but I need time." I replied dully, with no trace of sadness or joy on my face.

"No problem, you just need to finish it before you die." The interviewer tapped his finger on the table, and a strange insect with a single horn crawled in the cracks of the floor. I saw this insect when I first came to the interview. , it is 80% likely to be Plum Blossom Gu: "I hope you can do as promised and don't do anything stupid."

"How is that possible? I have no sympathy for the Sanyin Sect."

"That's good." The interviewer asked me to take out my mobile phone and found something in the product catalog. "I gave you something. You can go to the bank to take it out tomorrow. Just take it with you. It won't attract the attention of God, but this method will only cure the symptoms but not the root cause. You should pay back the merit you owe slowly."

I took my phone back and checked the text message. The points balance was not reduced. The receipt text message reminded me that the product I purchased was a damaged good and evil Shura mask.

I have seen this thing before. It was a new one after I finished my eleventh live broadcast. It can cover up the changes in the secret of the sky to a small extent and requires twenty points.

"The thing that was updated just after the eleventh live broadcast can solve my urgent need? Is this a coincidence, or is it because this is a trap set up by the underworld show?!"