Chapter 25 I am abroad, what can you do if you are really in the underworld

"Since my old friend of seven years is so sincere, I will arrange a place for your grandmother to live."

As he spoke, Huang Yang took Grandma Lulu directly to the outside of the Hall of Ghosts and set up a tent next to Grandpa Sun.

In Chinese mythology, ghosts can fly.

Little did he know that in the underworld, there was no difference between ordinary ghosts and mortals. Even he, the King of Hell, who had not yet achieved success in his cultivation, could at most use the power of the Book of the Earth to teleport to a certain place in the underworld.

Huang Yang just received 5400 Yin Yuan. For such a filial granddaughter, he couldn't afford to place the grandmother in someone else's tent. He also didn't need to worry too much about the expense of 500 Yin Yuan. He could let another ghost live there after 49 days.

Being a ghost requires magnanimity, let alone he is the King of Hell, the only evil god in the underworld.

"Grandma Lulu, this piece of Yin Jade can nourish your soul, so keep it carefully."

Before disconnecting the video connection, Huang Yang handed a piece of Yin Jade fragment to Lulu's grandmother according to previous practice.

"Thank you, bro."

Holding the white jade, Grandma Lulu expressed her gratitude.

"Thank you, host."

Shi Yalu, who was still on the video call, also expressed her gratitude repeatedly.

"You're welcome."

After settling Lulu's grandmother down, Huang Yang ended the video call neatly.

In contrast, other netizens in the live broadcast room were also having fun.

'Other anchors would bow and thank you for receiving a rocket, but I would give hundreds of rockets and only give a tent worth tens of dollars. That's amazing.'

"Just now a tent appeared out of thin air in front of the anchor. This is not a special effect, right?"

'666, the anchor is awesome, please teach me.'

"Haha, if the host was a ghost, why did he walk just now?"

"I think the host might really be in the underworld."

"If it weren't for the script and the routine, I would have believed that the host was really in the underworld."

"Who would spend tens of millions? It's not virtual currency in a game."

"If the anchor is really in the underworld, it is normal for him to make more money from his unique business."

"Oh, there are people who really believe that the anchor is in the underworld. This is obviously a script, full of routine."

'I don't believe it either. Those so-called scenes must be special effects.'

'The host doesn't look like he's recording a show. I just saw the netizen who was connected via video, and the TV next to him was playing a TV series that was just updated on TX Video tonight.'

"The public has sharp eyes. So many people say that the anchor is scripted, so it must be a routine."

Ignoring the envious and jealous netizens, Huang Yang looked at the skyrocketing number of people in the live broadcast room and prepared to hold on to this wave of traffic first.

After live streaming for a few days, the number of followers on his account was only over 1, but this time it will definitely exceed .

Even a salted fish wants to turn over, so how can he, the King of Hell, not have a dream?

"I see that many netizens don't believe that I'm in the underworld. They think that the previous ones were all invited extras, and some even think that I'm recording the show now. This way, I can let netizens vote with their feet and randomly select a netizen. Everyone can type three 3s, and I'll close my eyes and take a random screenshot. I'll select the netizen at the top and invite the soul of their family member who passed away in recent years to come out. Of course, if that netizen has no relatives who passed away in recent years, then I'll select the next one."

In order to make everyone sure that they are in the underworld, Huang Yang plans to use random screening to determine the third lucky person today.

'Anchor, you are sure you are not faking this.'

'interesting. ’

'111. ’

'111. ’

'It's all a script, don't believe it.'

'111. ’

'111. ’

'111. ’

Faced with this free game, netizens in the live broadcast room were very cooperative and typed 3 1s at the same time to refresh the screen.

Even some netizens who shouted not to believe it, said they didn't believe it, but their actions were very honest.

Free game, no extra charge.

The fast-scrolling comment section also eliminates the possibility of cheating.

"stop."

Huang Yang waited for fifteen seconds with his eyes closed, then shouted "Stop" and pretended to press it with his hand.

Huang Yang opened his eyes again, and his mind moved. The screenshot was displayed in front of everyone, and he explained: "If you don't believe it, you can look at the time of the screenshot, or look through the records above."

After a pause of more than ten seconds, Huang Yang pointed to the name of the first netizen in the screenshot and said, "I wonder if this 'Causeway Bay boss' netizen has any family members he wants to meet?" At this time, Jiang Haonan, who was sitting in a villa in the Malaysian capital watching the live broadcast, couldn't help but chuckle when he saw that he had won the prize. He felt that this anchor did not cheat and was really stupid.

Jiang Haonan, who was bored recently, immediately sent a message: "My sister Jiang Caiyi, from Chuncheng, was born in 92. She unfortunately passed away last year. I wonder if you can invite her out?"

This idiot doesn't follow the script. If I don't expose him today, his name, the former leader of Causeway Bay, will be written backwards.

"Jiang Caiyi."

After getting the information he wanted, Huang Yang's mind moved slightly, and he quickly searched on another large screen transformed by the Earth Book System.

Two seconds later, looking at the results displayed in the Earth Book, Huang Yang couldn't help but frowning slightly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Jiang Caiyi died in Youlong Temple in Qingmai one year and ten months ago. The soul of the baby in her belly was secretly placed in a villa in the suburbs of Qingmai to help her family gather wealth and take refuge."

Scenes flashed through Huang Yang's consciousness, and Huang Yang's fist couldn't help but become stiff.

Who could have thought that this randomly selected netizen would be so heartless.

Even a tiger will not eat its own cubs. For his own benefit, Jiang Haonan actually used his own sister's life and his niece's soul to practice a secret method, just to improve his own fortune and seek safety.

Simply, worse than beasts!!!

Thinking of this, Huang Yang flashed and teleported back to the black gold throne of the Hall of Heroes: "Where is Jiang Caiyi?!"

"Oh my god, what just happened? Why did the scene suddenly change?"

'Could it be that the host is really in the underworld and teleported back to the palace.'

'This is a bit unscientific!'

'Oh, it's just a change of scenery.'

"Such a simple special effect can be produced by any domestic animation company."

"If it's really special effects, this team is pretty awesome, they can just make a movie."

"What's the point of domestic films now? Without big stars, there's no guarantee of box office success."

'I agree with the above comments. The anchor should just work on the script in the live studio. I love watching it.'

While netizens were discussing the matter, a delicate figure appeared in front of the stairs and looked around in confusion.

At this time, Huang Yang also connected to the video of the "Causeway Bay boss". The other party was not on guard and accepted it immediately.

"elder brother?"

Seeing the figure on the other side of the video, Jiang Caiyi, whose memory had been restored, had some surprise in her eyes.

She was plotted against during her lifetime and thought her brother was being hunted by his enemies and was on the run. Unfortunately, she was found by her enemies and was being retaliated against. Jiang Caiyi never thought that the mastermind behind the scenes was her own brother.

"Colorful clothes???"

Jiang Haonan was startled when he saw the face of the man opposite him. He immediately looked around, fearing that his opponent was plotting against him in secret.

Mingming had seen with his own eyes through the video that his sister, with whom he had once depended on for survival, had died in Youlong Temple, and that his niece, whom he had never met, had also been transformed into his 'lucky boy'. How could his sister still be alive?

Unless someone is secretly planning and using some AI technology to confuse him.

"Miss Caiyi, I think there are some things you should know."

As he spoke, Huang Yang pointed his finger, and the transaction process between Jiang Haonan and a monk from Youlong Temple appeared on the virtual screen in front of the other party, and was also presented to the netizens in the live broadcast room.

He didn't want to see any hypocritical brother-sister love, so he directly used the function of the Earth Book to trace back someone's past experiences and displayed it on the screen of the live broadcast room.

"What kind of script is this? I can actually watch a skit in the live broadcast room."

'In order to increase his fortune, the brother actually killed his sister and used the soul of his niece's baby to set up a trap.'

"Oh my god, is this still a human being?"

'This drama within a drama is too cruel! '

"Are you kidding me? There are still such animals in the world?"

"This is worse than a dog."

"Luckily it's a script. If this really happened, this brother would never feel relieved even if he died a hundred times."

"How can there be such a brother in the world?"

"Oh my god, is this guy worthy of being my brother?"

Unlike those netizens who were just watching the fun, Jiang Caiyi, the person involved, looked at her brother opposite her in disbelief and asked, "Brother, are these true?"

"So what if it's true? I have status and power abroad now. You are ghosts in the underworld. What can you do to me?"

He didn't expect that his conspiracy was secretly recorded by someone. After the panic, Jiang Haonan simply stopped pretending and asked with a sneer.

Once they arrive at his territory, not to mention the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, even if the King of Hell comes, he will send them to heaven.

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