Livestream: I Brought a Pot on the Bus, and Canon in D Made Me Famous

When Zhang Ze opened his eyes, he found himself on a bus.

He had transmigrated into the body of a penniless streamer buried in debt.

Worse, his feet were shackled to a pressure cooker wrapped in a red plastic bag.

And worst of all, the tune of the King of Hell summoning the dead, Canon, was playing beneath his feet.

"Big bro, let me go."

"Let me open the cooker."

"I'll treat you all to pork trotter vinegar stew."

The musclebound man snorted. "What pork trotter vinegar stew?"

"Don't think I don't know you're trying to treat us to a bomb."

Damn it!

I surrender!

What a bizarre world.

What a bizarre bunch of people.

Just take my knees already...

I'm no good at writing blurbs. Just read the story.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.