My name is Jiang Yan, an outdoor soul-searching anchor who has been banned by the entire network.
In order to pay off the debt, I signed a contract with a mysterious live broadcast company, and the first task I received was to hire a pen fairy at the midnight haunted house.
While the audience was waiting to see me pissed, I took out a faded scroll and asked the air seriously:
"Tonight's business: save the souls of the dead and purify the evil place. Excuse me... Which ancestor is free?"
In an instant, the dark wind suddenly stopped.
The barrage is flooding the screen like crazy:
"The anchor has gone crazy? Has he started role-playing?"
"Wait a minute! What's the special effect of that white-bearded old man behind him?!"
No one knows that the "All-Ying Spirit Lottery" passed down from my family's ancestors can really invite a ray of spirit from the Chinese righteous god.
Is Bixian a fierce ghost? Wenquxingjun taught it how to be a ghost.
Is there a ghost in the haunted house? Zhong Kui grinned phantomly: "Just in time for a drink."
As the live broadcast progressed, something even weirder happened:
I found that among the plumbers, taxi drivers, and community security guards in this city, more and more people began to have vague images of gods appearing on their bodies.
Until one day, a "weird rule story" covering the world came.
Under the bloody moon, a mechanical voice announced:
[Rule 1: Don't look directly at 'it']
[Rule 2: Don't recall the past]
[Rule 3: You must believe that 'it' is the only true God]
The chosen ones from all over the world are trembling and trying their best to survive.
In the Huaxia live broadcast room, the audience saw me moving a master's chair and sitting in the center of the ghost talk. I spread out the "All-Ying Spirit Lotus" in front of me and sighed at the bloody sky:
"Looks like I have to work overtime tonight... Which emperor is willing to take action to clear the place?"
