Chapter 008 The Seventh Night, Doudou
Jiang Lin, who was wandering around in the underworld, suddenly heard the voice of the system.
"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for having a live broadcast with over 100,000 popularity!"
"Reward points 500!"
"Ding~ Host popularized the culture of the underworld: sent a dream, and obtained 300 points!"
After figuring out the situation, Jiang Lin changed his view of the live broadcast room.
In ancient times, information was difficult to spread, so news spread very slowly.
But in this era, it seems that people can spread information very conveniently.
It is easy for something to become a household name.
"It seems that the tasks in the live broadcast room are not difficult to complete."
"Before, popularizing the culture of the underworld only gave 100 points, but now it has 300 points. This point seems to be related to the popularity of the live broadcast room."
"Or is it related to the impact on the human world?"
After thinking about it, Jiang Lin went to the backstage to withdraw the money given by fans.
Recently, as the dream-telling industry has become popular, the number of tips in live broadcast rooms has also increased.
This money will automatically be converted into ghost money for easy use.
Jiang Lin had just withdrawn a few thousand yuan when the number in the background suddenly changed from 0 to 5,000.
"Someone tipped me again? I haven't even started the live broadcast yet."
Jiang Lin exited the backstage.
The screen of the live broadcast room was still black, but the comments on it were flowing as fast as running water.
Just after someone gave a tip of 5,000 yuan, the entire live broadcast room was filled with fireworks.
All other comments were cleared, except for one comment that was glowing golden, which was particularly eye-catching.
"I am Doudou's mother. Please help me, Lord Bai! Let me see Doudou again!"
"I am Doudou's mother. Please help me, Lord Bai! Let me see Doudou again!"
"I am Doudou's mother. Please help me, Lord Bai! Let me see Doudou again!"
The same comment was repeated three times in a row.
After three times, the reward effect disappeared and the remaining barrage came up again.
Beans?
Jiang Lin didn't react for a moment to who the person in the barrage was talking about. After being reminded by the barrage in the live broadcast room, he realized that it was talking about the little girl who had a car accident that night.
"So this Lord Bai is talking about me?"
When in the underworld, because there were too many Black and White Impermanence, in order to distinguish them, those who came to ask for dreams were called Jiang Wuchang, or Lord Jiang.
Therefore, Jiang Lin did not realize at first that he was being called.
"See that little girl..."
The little girl has only been to the underworld for a few days, and she should not have drunk the Mengpo soup yet.
If only they could meet again...
This is not a difficult task for Jiang Lin.
But when the person who gave the reward saw that he had no reaction, he misunderstood his meaning.
The next moment, another 10,000 yuan in tips flowed through the live broadcast room.
There were colorful flags flying in the live broadcast room.
"I am Doudou's mother, please help me, Lord Bai!"
"Please let me see Doudou again!"
…
After the reward effect disappeared, many people who witnessed the car accident spoke out.
Everyone was filled with indignation.
"You want to meet now? If you didn't cherish me when I was alive, it's too late now!"
"Even after the little angel Doudou died, he was still worried about you. Do you deserve it?!"
"I regret it now. If you have the ability, don't make phone calls while driving!"
"Can those keyboard warriors please stop talking nonsense? The driver is primarily responsible for the accident. Stop blaming the victim."
"The driver is primarily responsible, but the parents are also at fault."
…
Looking at these comments, Xu Ran, Doudou’s mother, burst into tears.
The news of her daughter's death was a great blow to her.
The whole person seemed to have lost his soul and had no desire to live.
When her friends came to see her, they were also scared.
I really can't believe that this decadent, undecorated person in front of me is my best friend who always demands to be exquisite wherever she goes.
With the mentality of giving it a try, my friend told me something he had seen online recently...
Regarding the car accident and the live broadcast room.
Xu Ran hasn't read the news lately and hasn't even touched his cell phone. He turned it off and threw it aside.
As soon as I heard this, I immediately turned on my phone.
Only then did I learn from others that the first question asked after Doudou's death was whether she had protected her mother well.
Tears started falling at that moment.
She knew she was not a competent mother, but she still wanted to see Doudou again, talk to her and hug her again.
Regardless of whether this live broadcast room is real or not...
As long as there is a glimmer of hope, she will give it a try!
She was holding on to it as if it were her last straw, holding on tightly and refusing to let go.
Next to him, Fang Weidong also had red eyes .
Ever since Doudou's accident, both of them have been filled with regret.
Seeing Xu Ran giving rewards like crazy, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you crazy? What's the point of doing this!"
Xu Ran said sharply: "So what? It's better than doing nothing!"
"This is just a live broadcast room! If you want to pray for Doudou, I 'll go to the temple with you!"
"Go away! None of your business!"
As the two were arguing, the live broadcast room, which was thought to have no response, suddenly lit up.
Against a chilling and eerie background, a man in white appeared in the live broadcast room.
The man had three-dimensional facial features, unusually white skin, and an evil look between his eyebrows.
It gives people a very hellish feeling.
What is said is even more sinister.
"On the seventh day, prepare incense and light it from the outskirts of the city all the way to the doorstep."
“Okay, okay!”
Heartbroken Xu Ran nodded repeatedly...
Then I realized that Lord Bai Wuchang might not be able to hear me.
The next moment, colorful flags fluttered in the live broadcast room three times in a row.
Below is Xu Ran’s reply.
"Okay, I'll do it! Thank you, Master Bai!"
"Okay, I'll do it! Thank you, Master Bai!"
"Okay, I'll do it! Thank you, Master Bai!"
…
There are still 2 days left until Xiaodoudou’s seventh day.
These two days were particularly long for those who were waiting.
For Jiang Lin, two days passed in a flash.
After buying some cow's tears at the ghost market, I went to Huangquan Road to pull out the Doudou who was still in the queue.
The return of the soul on the seventh day does not mean that the soul of the deceased will definitely return on the seventh day.
It’s just that on the seventh day after a person’s death, both the body and the soul have reached a limit.
After seven days of accumulation, the Yin energy in the body has become even stronger...
Be able to do things that you can't do normally.
…
It’s the seventh night after Xiaodoudou’s death.
After two days of fermentation, the attention on this matter has risen to another level.
Almost everyone who uses the Internet already knows about this.
The live broadcast room hasn’t started yet, but the popularity has already risen to six figures.
"The benches and melon seeds are ready, just sit back and wait for the melons to be eaten."
"Water friends, please remember to prepare tissues and the 120 emergency number."
"Meng Xin is confused, why are you preparing tissues?"
"I'm afraid you'll cry. Don't you see this is a healing live broadcast room?"
"What about the emergency call?"
"I'm afraid you'll faint from shock. The Hell Depression Live Room is not known for nothing!"
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