Shen Liao traveled through time and entered a horror game called Netherworld Palace.
Others narrowly escaped death in the chase of ghosts, but he was bound to the [Emotional Live Broadcast Room].
The blood-clothed senior asks for her life? He handed over a psychological questionnaire: "How has your revenge experience been? Have you considered legal avenues?"
A hundred years of zombie massacre? He set up the camera: "Old fellows, today I challenge you to use filial piety to influence the zombie ancestors, so give me gifts!"
The audience thought the anchor was crazy, until they saw——
The red-clothed ghost cried out in his live broadcast room about the heartless man, and the drowned water ghost was admitted to the underworld civil service after he guided him.
Shen Liao relied on his "psychological counseling with ghosts" to accumulate merit points and was about to accumulate enough elixir to save his sister.
But when he finally stepped into the deepest part of Nether Palace, he discovered that there was no ultimate BOSS here, only a cold multiple-choice question:
Destroy it and let all souls be buried with it; escape from it and let tragedy reincarnate; or... Become it.
Shen Liao looked at the countless pairs of numb and expectant eyes behind him, sighed, and clicked "Confirm".
"From today on, emotion is the only currency here."
"And I am Shen Liao, the last tomb keeper of Nether Palace."
