Chapter 23 This group of netizens is a bit difficult to lead
"Before, everyone didn't believe that I was broadcasting live from the underworld. Today, I will take you to see the unique building in the underworld, the 'Hall of Heroes'."

Leaving the ghost of Zhuge's cousin to recuperate in the tent, Huang Yang walked towards the direction of the Hall of Ghosts, and at the same time controlled the live broadcast view of the Earth Book System to the air several dozen meters away.

The name "Hall of the Yin Souls" is a bit small, Huang Yang feels that "Hall of the Heroic Souls" is more majestic.

From the perspective of the audience in the live broadcast room, a magnificent black hall suddenly appeared in front of them. Above the originally simple gate, there was a black wooden plaque with three large gold-plated characters "Hall of Heroes".

Comparing with the size of an ordinary person like the anchor, netizens can easily see that the black and gold gate is at least several dozen meters wide.

The wall facing everyone must be at least two hundred meters high and several dozen meters high. The host standing at the door looked a little small, like the gap between a small goldfish and an adult whale.

"Oh my god, this palace is quite large. Where was the scenery set?"

'I didn't see it the past two days. It seems that the anchor got a lot of benefits the past two days.'

"Brother No. 1 on the list gave over 3 million in tips a few days ago, so this little bit of background is nothing."

"Such a large palace doesn't look like a set, it looks more like a special effect."

'Is this a recording effect?'

'Are the special effects now so realistic?'

"With these special effects, it's better than those foreign blockbusters."

'It may not be enough to beat foreign blockbusters, but it is more than enough to beat domestic so-called science fiction blockbusters.'

'Fighting with anger, he left the live broadcast room swearing.'

"A palace appeared overnight. The host must be very rich. He hired a lot of people."

'It's impossible, absolutely impossible. It's impossible to create such a set in one day and one night.'

'Hiss, is the host really in the underworld? Is this the legendary Hades' Palace?'

"This palace doesn't look like a simple set of scenery and background effects."

"This is the first time I've seen such a rich crew. Come on, anchor."

'Today I got 3000 million, tomorrow the anchor will have a big job, looking forward to it.'

'It's just a wall. I bet the anchor wouldn't dare to go inside.'

'Anchor, please let everyone see inside.'

The moment the Hall of Ghosts appeared, the live broadcast room of the underworld, which had been losing people continuously, immediately showed a trend of stopping the decline and recovering.

Today's netizens are too bored, especially those who watch the live broadcast room late at night. When they saw this new thing, they subconsciously stopped the action of exiting the live broadcast room with their fingers and shared it with their good brothers (girlfriends).

"I'll show you inside."

As Huang Yang approached, the Hall of Ghosts, covering an area of ​​nearly 30,000 square meters, gradually appeared in front of many netizens.

Twenty-eight thick black gold beams stand in the 20,000 square meter hall. The large screen transformed by the Book of the Ground rotates at the right time, showing the immersive visual effect of appreciating the Hall of Ghosts.

Although there were no lights or candles in the palace, the huge black-gold beams and pillars reflected the light coming through the gate, making the view inside the palace clear and visible, with a special hazy beauty.

'666. ’

'666666. ’

At this moment, only six simple words can describe the feelings of netizens.

The netizen who had just clamored that it was all for show and just a special effect quietly retracted his comment.

No one expected that the anchor was so rich that he built such a huge palace just to do a live broadcast.

Even though there was nothing in this hall except the black throne on the deepest steps, it was still quite intimidating.

Even if the cheapest materials are used, such a large area would cost several million.

If those pillars were made solid, the starting price would be at least tens of millions.

"Well, everyone believes that I am in the underworld now, right? If there is such a palace on Earth, someone must have seen it."

Huang Yang, dressed in a Hanfu brocade robe, sat on a black and gold throne and spoke to the netizens in the live broadcast room.

He did not say that the palace in the world was not as big as his Yinhun Palace. That would seem too absolute. If the Yama Palace was restored, perhaps he could say that.

"Oh, the anchor built such a palace and wanted to say it was the underworld, how funny."

"There are many palaces like this in Hengdian." "I can only say that the host acted very similarly."

"The host is really into the role, not bad, not bad."

'Host, please tell me the address of your temple. I want to take artistic photos.'

"This hall is suitable for weddings after decoration."

'Host, I want to go to your place to take wedding photos, please tell me the address.'

'The host of this grand hall crushes those skits. The skits nowadays are really amazing. They are all in the same hotel banquet hall, and a verbal battle is 80 episodes long.'

'Whenever the host has a skit about this scene, I will definitely attend.'

"As for this palace, there are many in my hometown. How dare you say it is the underworld?"

Huang Yang didn't expect that this generation of netizens would be so difficult to lead. He was a little helpless and decided to find the netizen who shouted the loudest and invite their relatives for free.

Well, choose the one who wants to take wedding photos.

It just so happened that the other person’s grandmother died three years ago and was about to be reincarnated, and is currently in the underworld.

"Since everyone doesn't believe me, I will randomly pick one netizen and ask their family members to come out and talk. This netizen who 'I am not afraid of waiting for you for seven years' is you."

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Huang Yang forcibly read the other party's information and used the summoning authority.

As Huang Yang's mind moved, a figure appeared about ten meters away from the stairs.

"grandmother!!!"

Shi Yalu, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV series with her fiancé, suddenly sat up straight and looked at the figure that appeared in the live broadcast room with some disbelief.

Although the old woman looked to be in her sixties, and her grandmother had died when she was nearly 80, Shi Yalu, who was raised by her grandmother as a child, was certain that that was the grandmother who left a deep impression on her.

What's more, she saw with her own eyes a figure suddenly appear in the empty hall, which completely met the characteristics of a so-called ghost.

Could it be that the host is really in the underworld?

Suddenly, Shi Yalu, who lived on the 16th floor, felt a gust of cold wind blowing, and her back felt a little cold.

At the same time, many netizens who felt that the appearance of this figure was a bit strange expressed the same gratitude as Shi Yalu.

This doesn’t look like a special effect!!!
No, is it a recorded broadcast???

At this moment, netizens other than Shi Yalu immediately started to imagine.

Although the anchor randomly selected a netizen to speak, who knows if that netizen is a shill or not, this is also a script!!!
"Ding-dong-dong."

At this moment, a voice sounded in Shi Yalu's ears. Looking at the video connection request displayed on the mobile phone screen, she was so scared that she threw the phone away.

"what happened?"

Her fiancé Tang Yan, who was sitting next to her, reached out to pick up the phone on the ground, asked curiously, and casually clicked to accept.

Looking at the video link on the other side, it is just a little dark, but nothing to be afraid of.

"She seems to be my grandmother."

Swallowing her saliva, Shi Yalu hugged her fiancé's arm, as if she felt more secure, and then pointed at the figure on the screen.

"Hello, my friend of seven years, I'll move the video closer to your grandmother so you don't make the mistake."

Huang Yang waved towards the couple opposite, explained with a smile, and then moved the virtual big screen closer to the ghost not far away.

"grandmother."

When the video got closer to the figure, Shi Yalu covered her mouth with her hand. When she confirmed her grandmother's appearance, her eyes instantly filled with tears.

Her grandmother passed away three years ago, and every holiday, the scene of celebrating the holidays with her grandmother would come to her mind.

She never thought that she would be able to see her grandmother's face again in this life.

"Xiaolulu, is that you?"

The old man, who had just regained consciousness, saw his granddaughter on the other side of the screen and reached out to touch her without caring about the surrounding environment.

(End of this chapter)