I'm Broadcasting Live in the Underworld to Exorcise Evil Spirits

"When the midnight bell rang in the local government live broadcast room, my compass was pointing to the performance appraisal indicators of the Palace of Hell." As a temporary worker who was deceived into the establishment by Black and White Wuchang, Tang Youyou pierced the evil spirit's Tianling Cap with a peach wood sword with his left hand, and thrust the live broadcast camera onto the crying face of a bull-headed horse with his right hand. The barrage was frantically posting rocket rewards, but the gentle man with glasses behind the screen pushed the book of life and death in front of me: "Miss Tang, you still lack a ghost marriage partner in your life." When the tip of Xu Mo's tongue swept across my earlobe, the judge's pen suddenly exploded with red light - my name in the book of life and death was actually tightly entangled with the reborn person who disappeared into ashes a hundred years ago. When the sound of copper coins being announced by the anchor came from the Eighteenth Level of Hell, the whole underworld discovered that the naturally stupid girl holding potato chips and giggling had already compiled everyone's fate into a counter-attack.