You Were Asked to Be the Spokesperson, and You Kicked the Lord of Hell Down?

[Anchor, you said you are the spokesperson of the underworld? No, I don't believe it! Unless you kick the King of Hell! [Good boy, you really dare to kick me! Just be an intern for me for the rest of your life! Wu Yan rubbed his little hands. [Boss, I don't want to either. Isn't this the request of the "family members" in the live broadcast room? You don't want to see the underworld decline either...] We need to rely on our "family" to support us! Wu Yan, who became the spokesperson of the underworld, had a lot of fun live broadcasting, selling goods, catching ghosts, telling fortunes, and solving cases. Finally, one day, Lord Yama knelt down... [You kid, you actually fired me? ? ? I'm your boss! ! ! Wu Yan smiled slightly, sorry, now, I am the boss!