Chapter 28 I play with Yin Fire, and you say I perform magic?
"Hehe, what I said is the rules of the underworld."

Facing Jiang Haonan's rebuttal, Huang Yang, who was sitting on the black gold throne, chuckled and gave a definite answer: "Send Jiang Haonan to hell, immediately."

As he finished speaking, an invisible gust of cold wind swept up Jiang Haonan's ghost and disappeared.

"????"

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Both Jiang Caiyi and her daughter, as well as the audience in the live broadcast room, were somewhat surprised by Jiang Haonan's sudden disappearance.

Could it be that the legendary eighteen levels of hell really exist?

Unlike Jiang Caiyi and her daughter who were close at hand, the more than 60,000 viewers in the live broadcast room felt that the possibility of a script, special effects, and a recorded broadcast was greater.

There is no other way, we have to believe in science!

In reality, those who have never actually seen a ghost are always staunch science fighters!
"Today, I will share with you some information. People who committed evil deeds in their lifetime will be punished to the eighteen levels of hell after death. Only after they have washed away their sins can they be reincarnated."

After a pause, Huang Yang swiped his hand, and a mirror image appeared in front of the big screen: "Of course, the Eighteen Levels of Hell are not as terrible as the legend says. Just like Jiang Haonan's ghost, the punishment he is receiving now is to stay in the deserted desert for nine days and nine nights."

At this time, Jiang Haonan's body looked like an ordinary person, but he was exposed to the scorching sun in the boundless desert.

The complete picture, like a movie, was presented in the hall and could also be clearly seen by netizens in the live broadcast room.

Ordinary ghosts cannot withstand the scorching sun and will disappear in minutes. However, Jiang Haonan, who is being tortured in the first level of hell, is protected by a special kind of cold wind and can only feel endless heat penetrating deep into his body.

"As we all know, the desert is scorching hot during the day and freezing cold at night. Ghosts are more sensitive to the outside temperature than humans. Nine days and nine nights in a row must be a great torture."

"After that, Jiang Haonan will stay in the extremely cold iceberg for nine days and nine nights, followed by a volcano and the deep sea."

"Generally speaking, it is relatively mild compared to the legendary "walking on a mountain of knives and diving into a cauldron of oil."

Listening to the host's introduction, netizens in the comment section were excited again.

Just hearing about the punishment that lasted for nine days and nine nights made them feel dry mouth and their heartbeats quicken. If they really suffered it once, it would be worse than death, not to mention that it lasted for ten years.

You can't die even if you want to, there is only endless suffering. The hell described by the anchor is much more terrifying than the eighteen levels of hell in Chinese legend.

'Good job, anchor. This guy needs to be severely punished.'

"Jiang Haonan deserves it."

"It's so satisfying to see Jiang Haonan being punished."

"I think ten years is too little, at least a hundred years."

'Host, I eat meat every day, is that a sin?'

"Anchor, I'm living off my parents at home. I won't go to hell to be punished when I die, right?"

'Anchor, can you look at the sins on me?'

'Haha, there are people who really believe that the anchor is in the underworld. This kind of punishment in the eighteen levels of hell is very unprofessional and bluffing.'

'No matter what, I will start preparing to do good things tomorrow.'

'To be honest, the host's script is concise and straightforward, and revenge is not delayed overnight. It is much better than those silly short plays that have more than 80 episodes of babble.'

Seeing Jiang Haonan being punished in the endless desert, many netizens applauded, while some others curiously asked about their own sins, fearing that they would suffer in the underworld in the future.

Of course, there is always a large number of netizens who think that this is all a script.

"Jiang Caiyi, you and your daughter should go back to the reincarnation team first. The monk who performed the ritual will be punished when his life span ends and he will go to hell to atone for his sins."

After dealing with Jiang Haonan's punishment and losing 30 Yin Yuan, Huang Yang did not bring any benefits to the poor mother and daughter.

There are so many poor people in the world. As the King of Hell, if he really gives benefits to them one by one, they will have nothing to do in this life.

Everything is predestined by heaven. Perhaps the suffering in this life is all caused by the sins in the previous life.

If the other person has eliminated the influence of his previous life in this life, he may be able to enjoy happiness in the next life. These are not controllable by humans.

Perhaps, what he, the King of Hell, can do is to send the "eminent monk" who performed the ritual to hell to suffer together with Jiang Haonan.

However, the monk's life span had not yet ended. According to the statistical mechanism of the underworld, he was still considered to have done good deeds during his lifetime. Huang Yang could not forcibly capture his soul and take his life, which would destroy the existing operating system.

Anyway, the so-called monk will not live for a few days because of the backlash of the formation. As the King of Hell, Huang Yang can wait and then throw him into the eighteen levels of hell for punishment.

"Thank you, little brother." Hearing the words of the handsome host in Hanfu, Jiang Caiyi and her daughter bowed to express their gratitude and their figures slowly disappeared.

After previous plot interpretations, tens of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room have become immune to such "special effects".

"The world is going downhill, and few people still believe it."

Looking at the majority of netizens in the comment section shouting their disbelief, Huang Yang checked the time and saw that an hour and a half had passed.

The three spots for today's live broadcast have all been used up, and there are still about twenty minutes left, so it's not a good idea to waste them.

Anyway, today he had visited the first level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell for free, and his savings had increased by more than 5000. Huang Yang, who was in a good mood, decided not to do anything fancy and was ready to try some real magic.

"Since everyone still doesn't believe that I'm in the underworld, and every random netizen I find turns out to be a shill, then I'll give you..."

As he spoke, Huang Yang appeared in the center of the hall, and a tiny blue flame appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Ding-dong-dong."

Just when Huang Yang was about to show off his skills, a PK connection request suddenly appeared on the screen.

Is this, other anchors preparing to PK with him?

Huang Yang looked at the comments section and saw that they were all idiots denying that he was in the underworld. He subconsciously rejected them to avoid embarrassment.

But after seeing the account of the so-called 'Senior Sister of Emei', Huang Yang's mind flashed back to a video he had seen while curled up in bed before his death.

In the past two days, Huang Yang received two messages, one from two different accounts.

The girl with a ponytail and a small mole on the side of her nose was very touching when she punched. She was also from the so-called Emei School. Unfortunately, her account could not be found on the entire Internet.

Some netizens posted screenshots in the comment section, but there is still no news.

While his mind was in a daze, the Earth Book System detected his thoughts and directly chose to accept them.

"Ok?"

Raising his eyebrows, Huang Yang looked at the heroic female anchor opposite him, waiting for her to speak.

Master Zhou, dressed in a white women's tight suit, is indeed quite pretty.

"Hi, hello, I'm Zhou Minjun of the Emei Sect."

After a simple wave of greeting, Zhou Minjun noticed the flames on the other person's palm and covered her mouth in surprise: "Are you doing magic?"

She didn't expect that when she randomly picked a host to PK with, she would actually meet a magician who could play with fire.

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Hearing the woman's superficial question, Huang Yang directly made a bet: "Let's see who loses. Then we'll play truth or dare and have to answer a question from the other person."

Although he had become a ghost, he still felt uncomfortable because he didn't know the information of the girl with a ponytail in a white shirt and black pants who was boxing.

Anyway, if you lose, you just have to answer a question. It’s not a big deal and you won’t suffer any loss either way.

It would be meaningless to look it up in the geomantic book.

Being a ghost, just like being a human, requires a sense of ritual.

"Row."

Zhou Minjun immediately agreed to this harmless bet.

"Then let's get started."

While speaking, Huang Yang directly closed the call between the two parties and entered the formal PK session.

"Am I so shameless? The other party doesn't want to say a word?"

Zhou Minjun, who thought she was quite pretty, couldn't help being speechless when she saw her opponent enter the PK session so neatly.

The more than 30,000 fans in her live broadcast room were all happy to see the result and made jokes.

After calming down, Zhou Minjun clasped his hands together and said to the fans in the live broadcast room: "My fellow Taoists, although the number of people in the other live broadcast room is twice as much as ours, I want to win, please!"

(End of this chapter)