Chapter 1: When it comes to being poor, I, the King of Hell, have never been afraid!

Family members, who knows!
He was just an ordinary college student from a second-tier university. He secretly watched some borderline videos at night and suddenly got shocked. He was directly bound to the Earth Book and became the new King of Hell.

This is a huge question!!!

Huang Yang looked up at the gray-gold sky, then looked around at the dilapidated ancient city with broken eaves and walls and howling wind.

Huang Yang tightened his short-sleeved shirt, which seemed to have no effect in keeping out the cold. He also felt a little cold. Looking at the countless lonely souls in the rows being blown by the cold wind, they were so pitiful!

There's nothing I can do. Others are just so kind-hearted. They are cold themselves, but they can't bear to see others being cold too.

Unfortunately, Huang Yang was unable to help at this time.

There were only ninety-nine and eighty-one broken pillars left in the entire Yama Palace. It was not at all as magnificent, gloomy and terrifying as it was in movies and TV dramas. Looking at the city around it, there was not a single intact city wall and it was completely empty all around.

The biting cold wind whistled past, and Huang Yang, who was standing next to the pillar, found that it did not block the wind at all. The chill of the wind penetrated straight into his bones.

This is the underworld, who can believe it!
Apart from the low, weathered sections of the city wall, there was no place to shelter from the wind.

He had never seen such a dilapidated underworld in his life!

Also, this is the first time he has become such a poor King of Hell.

When it comes to poverty, he, the King of Hell, is not afraid of anyone!
The wind is whistling and cold, and the King of Hell looks handsome and poor.

"Family members, I am really in the underworld. Look at these eighty-one black jade and golden beams. After countless years of wind and rain, they still retain their height of dozens of meters. I would like to ask, in which scenic spot have you seen such tall and thick pillars?"

Without paying attention to the cold wind blowing on his body, Huang Yang spoke to the virtual screen that was manifested by the Book of Earth in front of him. He also showed them the ninety-nine and eighty-one black jade and golden beams (incomplete). His words were full of sincerity, and he wished he could pull the netizens in the live broadcast room over to appreciate them up close.

As the new King of Hell and the only Yin messenger in the entire underworld, Huang Yang can only rely on the guidance of the Book of the Underworld to make money through live broadcasts, convert the wealth of the human world into Yin Yuan, purchase equipment, and improve various measures in the underworld.

You know what, this virtual screen phone created by the Book of the Ground is really easy to use.

Especially for new anchors, the 180-degree live broadcast is amazing.

In order to attract enough attention, Huang Yang also gave himself an unprecedentedly handsome online name: Handsome to Death.

It’s a pity that after three live broadcasts, there was not even a single reward from a little star. He can be called the most miserable King of Hell in history!

'I don't believe it. Where did the anchor find the dilapidated ancient city? It's quite artistic.'

'666, the anchor's makeup is quite interesting.'

'Those pillars look quite impressive.'

"There's no one here. What kind of deep forest are we in?"

"Hahaha, the host is awesome. This is the first time I've seen such a shabby underworld."

"It's hard to be a live streamer now. After all, it costs too much to create a hell scene."

'These dozens of sticks are quite interesting. Which abandoned tourist attraction are they?'

"Could it be that Heng Movie City has a new scenic spot?"

'For new scenic spots, I don't know if the tickets are expensive, but it's a good place to take photos.'

'Host, tell me your address and I'll send you a hot air balloon.'

"The host pretended to be quite convincing, but I have never heard of such an ancient city."

'Host, let me know the address and I'll give you ten little hearts.'

At this time, the few dozen viewers in the live broadcast room did not believe Huang Yang's words, but just thought that the other party's personality was well established.

Nowadays, there are many anchors who play gods and Buddhas, but the creativity of this anchor who plays a ghost in the underworld can only be considered average.

"Why don't you believe it?"

Seeing that no one believed him, Huang Yang, feeling somewhat disappointed, continued to explain earnestly: "There have been some minor problems in the underworld recently. The efficiency of soul reincarnation is low. The souls of the past ten years are still waiting in line for reincarnation. If you don't believe me, just tell me the name of a deceased relative and I will help you find it right away."

It's so hard to be a sincere anchor these days. I'm disappointed. Let it be destroyed!

"Anchor, you can pretend to be a ghost if you want to. It's not good to use someone else's deceased relatives to play games. "

"That's right, anchor, if you play the role of the ghost messenger well, I can give you a few small hearts. After all, it's free from other anchors."

'Host, don't joke with your relatives, especially those who have passed away. Be careful of ghosts. ''Host, my eldest nephew died of illness two years ago. Can you find him? '

Just when Huang Yang was speechless, suddenly a netizen named "Autumn Water and the Sky Are the Same Color" said something, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"My friend Qiushui, please tell me your nephew's name and hometown, and I will help you find him right away."

Finally, there was an audience member who believed in him. Huang Yang was cheered up and wanted to show the other party what a ghost was.

It's a pity that the perspective of his live broadcast turned to the large Gintama team, and the live broadcast room was directly mosaiced, so the audience couldn't see it at all, otherwise there would be no need to waste so much time and effort.

'My oldest nephew is Qin Haiyang, from Wuzhou, Jiangsu Province. He died of leukemia in March 22. He was only 3 years old.'

'My friend, don't trust the anchor, he must be a liar.'

"It's okay. I'll just watch the show and see how the host makes my nephew appear."

'Let's watch a play.'

"This guy, is he the anchor's agent?"

'Watching the show +1.'

After seeing that some people actually revealed the identities of their relatives, the number of people, which had been slowly decreasing, temporarily stabilized and remained at 48.

"Wuzhou, Qin Haiyang, a 22-year-old child who died in 7 years."

"found it."

After screening through the registered ghost system in the Book of the Earth, Huang Yang quickly found the number of the little boy.

333、560、258、71，第333区，第560纵，258排，71名。

The original intelligent system of the underworld divided all the ghosts into 1000 areas, each area had 1000 square arrays, a square array had 1000 rows, and the number of people in each row was unknown.

The boundless underworld does not need to be divided into several layers. It is just a vast wasteland with no end in sight, which can accommodate countless Gintama.

According to this number, Huang Yang flashed to the area of ​​333th column in Zone 560 through the Book of the Earth.

At this moment, he was already in a boundless wilderness. When he looked up, he could still see the dilapidated walls of the Reincarnation City where the Yama Palace was located. It seemed that he could reach it in a few steps, but it was so vague, as if it was within reach and yet so far away.

However, the audience in the live broadcast room only saw the grayish golden sky and a wisp of mist around it.

"Row 258, seat 71."

Soon, Huang Yang found the specific number location and saw a little boy with a slightly pale face and dull eyes.

According to the instructions on the Book of Earth, Huang Yang moved his fingers, borrowed a little yellow light from the Book of Earth, and pulled the little boy out of the slowly advancing team.

"Big brother, who are you? Where is this?"

The little boy who left the team regained some color in his eyes and looked curiously at the older brother in front of him.

"My name is Huang Yang. Do you still remember your uncle?"

While speaking, Huang Yang aimed the virtual screen at himself and the little boy, and clicked the button to connect with the video caller.

"Yangyang? Is it really Yangyang?"

It was already 9:30 in the evening. Wang De, who was lying on the bed watching Douyin live broadcast, suddenly sat up straight, his eyes wide open, with excitement and a hint of inexplicable fear.

He used to take his sister's children out to play often, and his eldest nephew even stayed in the house he bought for a few days. Naturally, Wang De was very familiar with Xiao Haiyang.

Two years ago, Wang De's eldest nephew died of leukemia after unsuccessful treatment, and he was sad about it for a while.

However, Wang De never expected that he would actually see his eldest nephew again.

Except for his paler face, the child on the screen looked exactly like the nephew in Wang De's memory.

"Beep, beep."

At this moment, a video invitation appeared on the mobile phone screen, and Wang De subconsciously answered it.

If it really was his eldest nephew's ghost, he had nothing to be afraid of.

　New book, please collect and read!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)