The Live Broadcast Room Is Connected to the Underworld, and the Country Gives Me Rockets

[This book is a purely entertaining book] During a live broadcast late at night, I accidentally connected to the underworld. The barrage was frantically saying "Anchor, there is a face behind you", but I was completely unaware of it. Until I received a private message from the special department: "Please turn off the live broadcast immediately, you are leaking state secrets." I scoffed and continued to chat with the "special effects artist". The other party slowly turned his head, revealing half a skull face: "Hello, I am the King of Hell, and I would like to ask you to be the anchor of the underworld." The next day, the entire network blocked my live broadcast, but an army stationed at my home. The captain handed me a red-headed document: "Comrade, the country needs you to establish diplomatic relations with the underworld."