Live Broadcast From The Underworld

[Today, an accident occurred in Fengmen Village of this city. An outdoor anchor went to Fengmen Village to broadcast live late at night with the gimmick of supernatural adventure, but died of a sudden heart attack. ]

[Solemnly remind the general public not to believe in feudal superstition. ]

Early in the morning, a piece of news swept the screen across the country.

"F*ck, I know this. It's a anchor of Tiger Shark, named Qin Tianshi. I saw the live broadcast last night. He died miserably."

"I saw it too. What sudden heart attack? He was scared to death by a ghost."

"F*ck, is it true? So mysterious?"

"More than 100,000 people saw it in the live broadcast room yesterday. When the anchor died, a phantom appeared behind him. It must be a ghost."

"Curiosity drove me to find the video, but I found nothing."

"Now this video has been blocked by the authorities."

"A fierce ghost is asking for your life?"

"Yes."

As the saying goes, if the King of Hell lets you die at three o'clock in the morning, how can he keep you alive until five o'clock in the morning?

Qin Hao was different. The King of Hell told him to die at three o'clock in the morning, but he died at one.

"Brother Ghost Messenger, am I really dead?"

Now Qin Hao was walking on the road to Fengdu Ghost City. The dense red spider lilies on both sides were eerie and creepy, but so beautiful.

In the past, Qin Hao heard that after death, people had to queue up to enter Fengdu, along with a bunch of dead ghosts, confused and at a loss.

But only after death did they know that there were not so many dead ghosts.

He was the only one on the road.

"The Wangxiangtai is in front. After seeing it, you will enter the underworld, Fengdu Ghost City."

The ghost messenger, wearing a black official uniform, a felt hat, and holding a soul-catching rope in his hand, spoke without any emotion.

He ignored Qin Hao's question and just told him the rules: "You still have 50 years of life left. If you die before your life ends, you must live in Fengdu City for 50 years before you can enter the reincarnation trial."

After walking through Huangquan Road and looking at Wangxiangtai, Qin Hao is no longer qualified to go to Naihe Bridge.

If he wants to reincarnate, he must live in Fengdu City for 50 years before entering the reincarnation department for trial.

"Uh..."

The ghost messenger was very cold. After simply telling Qin Hao the matter, he ignored him.

Along the way, Qin Hao saw many terrifying figures appearing on a small earthen slope on the side of the road.

There was no life in them, they were horrible and pale, full of hostility, and they were biting each other crazily.

"What are these?"

Qin Hao was a little scared.

The ghost said calmly: "These are all poor ghosts. They have no money to live in the city. They are driven out and eroded by the evil spirit. They slowly become mindless and homeless souls, relying on instinct to attack each other."

After speaking, the ghost looked at Qin Hao and said: "You may become one of them in the future."

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

After swallowing, the ghost looked at Qin Hao and seemed to be afraid of the ghost, and then gradually went away.

Qin Hao felt cold. This hell was too scary.

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

Two large characters in seal script on the gate.

Fengdu!

Fengdu City is very big, Qin Hao doesn't know how big it is.

There are ghosts guarding the gate of the city, and there are cow-headed and horse-faced people on the tower.

The ghost messenger with Qin Hao took out a token, and the other party took a look and let him go.

After walking for at least a few hours, the ghost messenger brought Qin Hao to a street in a remote corner of Fengdu City.

The ghost messenger stopped at the door of one of the thatched houses.

"This is where you live. The rules in Fengdu City are that the rent is 1 tael of Yin money per month. There is a discount for annual packages, only 10 taels."    "Of course, if you want to live in a better place, you only need to apply to the Inspection Office, and the prices are different."

"After an hour, you go to the Tongpan Office and register."

Like a routine, the ghost messenger turned and left after he finished speaking.

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

"Alas..."

"Why is it so unlucky? I was broadcasting live, but I met a real ghost and died immediately."

For the sudden death, even if Qin Hao couldn't accept it, it had become a fact.

Last night, in order to increase live streaming traffic and get more rewards, he went to Fengmen Village, known as the world's number one ghost village, to live stream.

Many anchor teams have been to this broken place before, but nothing happened.

Qin Hao just wanted to create some gimmicks and get some rewards from the big brothers and sisters in the live streaming room.

Who would have thought that others had nothing to do, but when he went there, a fierce ghost came directly.

Qin Hao was live streaming when the fierce ghost suddenly appeared and slapped him to death with one palm.

The thatched house is not big, and the area of ​​the room is only 20 square meters at most. At least there is a small yard of about 10 square meters.

There is only a stone bed, a stone table, and four stone chairs in the house. There is even no windows in the thatched house. There is nothing else.

Poor is not enough to describe it.

It is so miserable.

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

"Where is the Tongpansi?"

Qin Hao remembered the words of the ghost messenger, asking him to go to the Tongpansi in an hour, but he had just arrived in Fengdu and had no idea where the Tongpansi was.

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

The Ten Kings of Hell, the Samsara Department, the Tongpansi, the Rewarding Department, the Punishing Department...

"The person in charge of the Tongpansi should be Zhong Kui, who is a great existence in folk legends."

Just as he was about to go out to find where the Tongpansi was, Qin Hao's pocket suddenly vibrated.

He was startled and put his hands in his pocket. Wow! ! ! !

He actually took out his mobile phone.

The familiar Hongmeng OS system and the familiar logo made him look excited after being stunned.

"I actually brought my mobile phone with me?"

It's not easy to be a live streamer these days. The reason why Qin Hao ran to Fengmen Village to broadcast live in the middle of the night was not for survival.

As an orphan, he had no one to rely on since childhood, and it was a blessing that he did not starve to death when he grew up.

The national welfare is good, but when he grows up, the country will not care about him, so he can only support himself.

Thinking that being a live broadcaster can make money quickly, he plunged into it and wanted to make money from the Internet.

As for live broadcasting, there must be enough gimmicks, so Qin Hao started a supernatural live broadcast and took out a loan to buy a Yuanyao Leading mobile phone.

After more than a month of live broadcasting, the speed of attracting fans is very good, and the number of fans has reached 200,000 in a month.

Although the money is not much, as long as there is traffic, it will definitely make money.

But now it is not possible, not only the money is not made, but the person is gone.

Turning on the phone, Qin Hao found that there were no functions in the phone, only a Tiger Shark live broadcast software was left.

There was no phone call or anything.

"What's going on?"

Curiously clicked on Tiger Shark Live, the familiar interface, he habitually clicked on the background, and his eyes widened.

"F*ck, I have 3 million fans?"