Lin Xuan, a young Internet anchor, is capable of playing, playing and singing, and he does his best to support himself.
After he decided to enter the factory for the last live broadcast, he connected with a fan, and everything changed.
A gap opened for him at the junction of reality and fantasy. Whether he experienced it personally or watched it, various events followed one after another.
"I am a professional anchor, you can rest assured."
"Haha, your script killing scene is quite realistic. Is it a script killing...?"
"You mean you dug a big bucket in your backyard?"
"What do you mean by taking us to visit the underworld tonight? You, the King of Hell?"
"Are you going to spend money to show off your pride? What a great pride. Holy shit, are you here to really save yourself from this calamity?!"
"Have you heard of me before coming here? I'll go! You were the one who caused me to have a series of ghost attacks during my outdoor live broadcast, right?"
"The original world was destroyed, and you come here to find a savior? The advertising space is for long-term rent."
Why do I not only have to face gods from this world, but also suffer from gods from another world?
Isn't this right? Need more money! ! !
Faced with countless connection requests from gods on the Internet, the Underworld Network, and the Other World Network, Lin Xuan had no choice but to slump in a chair holding the cold banknotes.
"This is the mental damage fee for me!"
