Underworld Live Broadcast: No Rewards? I’ll Beat Your Ancestors

Chapter 1 The King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, but I will go at the first watch!

　　【Today, an accident occurred on the boundary of Fengmen Village in this city. An outdoor anchor used supernatural adventure as a gimmick and went to Fengmen Village late at night to broadcast live. However, he died suddenly of a heart attack. 】

  【We solemnly remind the general public not to believe in feudal superstition. 】

 Early in the morning, a piece of news hit the screens across the country.

“Shit, I know this. It’s an anchor from Tiger Shark, named Qin Tianshi. I saw the live broadcast last night. Damn it, he died miserably.”

"I also saw it. He had a heart attack. He was scared to death by ghosts."

“Day, is it true or false, so mysterious?”

"Yesterday, hundreds of thousands of people in the live broadcast room saw it. When the anchor died, a shadow appeared behind him. It was a ghost."

“Curiosity drove me to look for videos, but I found nothing.”

 “This video has now been officially blocked.”

 “The devil is asking for his life?”

"Yes."

 As the saying goes, if the King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, how can he keep someone alive until the fifth watch?

Qin Hao was different. The King of Hell asked him to die at the third watch, but he left at the first watch.

 “Brother Gui Cha, am I really dead?”

Today, Qin Hao is walking on the road to Fengdu Ghost Town. The densely packed Bianhua flowers on both sides are weird and eye-catching, but so beautiful.

 Qin Hao had heard before that after death, people had to queue up to enter Fengdu, along with a lot of dead ghosts, and he was confused and at a loss.

 But it’s only after you are truly dead that you realize how many dead ghosts there are.

 He was the only one on the whole road.

“In front of you is the Wangxiang Terrace. After viewing it, you will enter the Underworld and Fengdu Ghost City.”

Wearing official uniforms, a felt hat, and holding a seduction rope, the ghost's voice was emotionless.

He ignored Qin Hao's questions and just informed him of the rules: "You still have fifty years to live. If you die unexpectedly before your life is over, according to the rules, you must live in Fengdu City for fifty years before you can enter the reincarnation trial."

Having walked through Huangquan Road and seen Wangxiang Terrace, Qin Hao is not qualified to go to Naihe Bridge now.

If he wants to be reincarnated, he must live in Fengdu City for fifty years before entering the Reincarnation Department for trial.

"Well…"

This ghost is very cold. After simply informing him of the matter, he ignored Qin Hao.

Along the way, Qin Hao saw many terrifying figures appearing on a small **** by the roadside.

They were lifeless, terrifying and pale, full of hostility, and they were biting each other crazily.

"what are these?"

 Qin Hao was a little scared.

Ghost Cha said lightly: "These are all poor ghosts who have no money to live in the city. They were kicked out and were corroded by the hostility. They slowly turned into unconscious and ownerless souls. They relied on instinct to attack each other."

 After saying that, Gui Cha glanced at Qin Hao: "You may become one of them in the future."

 After he finished speaking, Qin Hao saw a ghost that looked very powerful and swallowed several other ghosts in one gulp.

After the ghost finished swallowing it, he glanced at Qin Hao, as if he was very afraid of the ghost, and then gradually moved away.

Qin Hao felt his body was cold, and this underworld was simply too terrifying.

Qin Hao could only follow the other party in a daze. He didn't know how long he had been walking. A majestic and majestic city appeared in front of him.

 There are two large seal characters on the gate.

 Fengdu!

Fengdu City is very big, but Qin Hao doesn’t know how big it is exactly.

There are ghost guards guarding the city gate, and there are even bull-headed and horse-faced people sitting on the city tower.

Took Qin Hao's ghost mission and took out a token. The other party took one look at it and let it go.

 After walking for at least several hours, Gui Cha took Qin Hao to a street in a remote corner of Fengdu City.

 At the door of one of the thatched houses, the ghost messenger stopped.

"This is your residence. According to the rules in Fengdu City, the rent is 1 tael per month. There is a discount for the year, and it only costs 10 taels." "Of course, if you want to live in a place with better conditions, you only need to go to the Inspection Department The application prices are different.”

"After an hour, you can go to the general judge's office and register."

Like a routine matter, Gui Cha turned around and left after finishing speaking.

Qin Hao wanted to ask more, but the other party ignored him at all.

"well…"

“Why are you so unlucky? I had a good live broadcast, but in the end I met a real ghost, and I suddenly lost my shit.”

 As for sudden death, even if Qin Hao cannot accept it, it has become a fact.

Last night, in order to get more live broadcast traffic and get more rewards, he went directly to Fengmen Village, known as the best ghost village in the world, to live broadcast.

A lot of anchor teams have gone to this **** place before, so it’s no big deal.

Qin Hao just wanted to do some stunts and ask the big brothers and sisters in the live broadcast room to give some rewards or something.

How could I have imagined that nothing would happen to others, but as soon as I left the good guy, a terrible ghost came directly.

Qin Hao was live broadcasting when the fierce ghost suddenly appeared and killed him with one palm.

The thatched house is not big, and the area inside the room is only twenty square meters from the sky. Fortunately, there is a small yard, which is about ten square meters.

There is only a stone bed, a stone table, and four stone chairs in the house. There is not even a window in the thatched house, but there is nothing else.

 Poverty is no longer enough to describe it.

　　It is simply miserable.

At the door of the thatched house, a strange red lantern hung with Qin Hao's name written on it.

 “Where is this general judge?”

Qin Hao remembered Gui Cha’s words and asked him to go to Tongpansi in an hour. However, when he arrived in Fengdu, he didn’t even know where Tongpansi was.

However, Qin Hao still knew a little bit about those departments of the underworld when he was alive.

The Tenth Hall of Hell, the Division of Reincarnation, the Division of General Justice, the Division of Rewards for Good, the Division of Punishment of Evil...

“The person in charge of the Tongjian Department should be Zhong Kui, who is an incredible person in folklore.”

Just as he was about to go out to find out where the General Judge was, Qin Hao suddenly felt a vibration in his pocket.

He was shocked and put his skills in his pocket, good guy! !

He actually took out his mobile phone.

The familiar Hongmeng OS system and the familiar logo made him stunned, but his face was filled with excitement.

 “I brought my mobile phone with me?”

Being an anchor these days is not easy. The reason why Qin Hao went to Fengmen Village to broadcast live in the middle of the night was not to survive.

 As an orphan, I have been helpless since childhood. I am lucky that I did not starve to death when I grew up.

The state welfare is good, but when he grows up, the state will not care about him, so he can only fend for himself.

I thought it would be faster to make money as a host now, so I jumped in and wanted to make money online.

As for the live broadcast, it must have enough gimmicks, so Qin Hao started a supernatural live broadcast and took out a loan to buy a far superior mobile phone.

The live broadcast has been live for more than a month, and the speed of attracting fans is very good. In one month, the number of fans has reached 200,000.

Although I don’t make much money, as long as there is traffic, I will definitely make money.

 But it can’t work now, no money has been made, and there are no people left.

 Turning on the phone, Qin Hao found that there were no functions in the phone except for the live broadcast software of Tiger Shark.

 There is no phone call or anything.

 “What’s going on?”

Out of curiosity, he clicked on Tiger Shark Live. The familiar interface made him habitually click on the background, and his eyes widened.

 “Damn it, I already have 3 million fans?”

 (End of this chapter)