The debt collector had prepared the photos of the deceased, so Lin Xing could only click on an underworld live broadcast platform of unknown origin.
The first broadcast lasted six hours, and I walked out of the abandoned hospital alive, with 80,000 yuan in my account.
The system gave him an outrageous talent: Weird could not see through his fear and could only judge threats based on external manifestations.
So, the more scared you are, the more you have to pretend.
Facing the female ghost doing rounds, he said with a cold face:
"Woman, you successfully caught my attention."
Facing the strange things in the courtyard, he put on his white coat:
"The dean is doing his rounds, everyone needs to get out of the way."
Everyone in the live broadcast room thought he was unfathomable.
Only Chen Jiahao, who was following behind with the speaker in his arms, knew that this guy's back was already soaked.
Later, a legend was added to the strange copy:
Don't mess with the human being who started the live broadcast.
He can really play ghosts crazy.
