"Welcome to the special live broadcast of the Temple of Hell." When the new anchor Li Ming opened the bronze mobile phone in the anonymous express delivery, the entire apartment suddenly fell into darkness.
The moment a bloody barrage exploded on the screen, the old man who lived alone across the door was hanged outside the security door.
In this abandoned hospital shrouded in a barrier, the survival live broadcasts of seven anchors are going on simultaneously:
- A gloomy painter peeling an apple with a utility knife (Barrage: He is peeling his own fingers)
- The Loli anchor keeps backing up while holding a selfie stick (Barrage: Turn around! There is an upside-down face in the mirror behind you)
- The goddess holding a charm and chanting something (barrage: the baby's swaddling clothes in her bag are bleeding)
When the rain of coins from [audience tips] covered the screen, the freezers in the morgue suddenly popped open.
Li Ming held tightly to the gilt dressing mirror that her mother left behind before she disappeared. In the corridor reflected in the mirror, all the "companions" had no faces.
"Dear audience friends, the reward interactive session is now open -" the mechanical female voice echoed in the corridor, "Choose your favorite props:
A. Soul-inducing incense (attracting resentful spirits)
B. Soul-Calming Nail (fixes the position of teammates)
C. Yin and Yang eyes (seeing death notices)"
Concept: Your finger sliding the screen is carving the countdown to their death