My name is Lin Mo, an ordinary live broadcaster, until one day I accidentally entered Huangquan Road and my mobile phone automatically started live broadcasting. Since then, the style of my live broadcast room has changed dramatically - the background is Naihe Bridge, the model is a senior in red, and the product is Meng Po Tang's new "Wangyou San". At first, the audience scolded me for the special effects, but until a certain top guy actually received the "Resurrection Incense" handed out from the screen, the whole network exploded. The KPI of the underworld was urgent, and the King of Hell personally approached me for cooperation: "Xiao Lin, bring our underworld specialties to the earth. The performance will be 30-70, you and I will be 70%." I looked at the bull-headed horse noodles, black and white impermanence waiting in line behind me, and swallowed. Now the question arises: Should the "Judge Pen Youth Edition" that is on sale at midnight tonight be free of charge, or should the customer pick it up at the grave?
