Chapter 272 The Iron-willed Young Taoist Priest
"This anchor is really too much. I have unsubscribed."
"I can't stand it anymore. This guy is bullying a ghost. This old ghost died once, but he still wants to be bullied."
"Tsk, look at this old ghost, so pitiful, weak and helpless!"
My friends were still teasing me about my love for Berserker, but he couldn’t help but feel a little tired and was too lazy to talk back.
It's almost four in the morning, and he has been live streaming all night.
at the same time.
The one-hour resurrection time is up, and my beloved Berserker is resurrected and restored to human form. He is too lazy to care about how to wear the ghost eyes, and just throws them directly into the player's backpack.
"Brothers, I can't hold on any longer. I'm going to log off and take a nap. We'll see you tomorrow night."
"Don't go! Anchor! Put on these ghost eyes and see the effect!"
"Yes, the anchor lit some mosquito coils to refresh himself and performed a show of a living person wearing ghost eyes."
I love Berserker and stopped reading the comments. I just turned off the live broadcast, logged off and went to sleep.
He is the anchor of the evening show and often broadcasts live at night. As long as there is no club mission, I Love Berserker spends most of his time broadcasting live to earn family income.
After all, Congge promised that he would only take 20% of the money from his live broadcast, and the club would strongly support his live broadcast.
I Love Berserker's family is not well off, so he will not miss any opportunity to make money. He also cherishes the chance given by Scourge to change his destiny.
Play games honestly and make money honestly.
I Love Berserker is offline, but the daytime anchors have come online one after another. Many big players and first-tier players of Death Scourge will also start live broadcasts to earn some extra money when they have nothing to do.
The viewers in the live broadcast room left one after another, and those who were not sleepy and those who had just come online began to move to the next live broadcast room.
"The Little Taoist Priest is on air!"
"Come on, go on, go and have a look!"
"Last time, he was reading the palm of a female NPC's fortune in the first expansion pack, and he went straight to bed with her. As a result, he forgot to turn off the live broadcast and was banned for two months."
"Is this his first live broadcast since being unblocked? I bet he will definitely read the female ghost's palm this time!"
"I have already prepared the live broadcast screen recording, and I am just waiting for him to open the live broadcast and record the human-ghost battle."
A large number of viewers flocked into the new live broadcast room.
[No fortune telling today, I’m going to change my career to become a scientist! ]
The title of the live broadcast room is very simple. The owner of the live broadcast room is the commander of the human camp in the second expansion pack [The Little Taoist Priest from Maoshan].
Although the young Taoist priest has just started broadcasting, it is obvious that he has already completed a personal mission before and is currently on the second mission.
"Little Taoist priest, why aren't you asleep yet? It looks like you've been up all night."
"The young Taoist priest is obsessed with fortune-telling and cannot extricate himself."
"Find a female ghost! Quick, quick, I've taken off my pants, go find a female ghost to read my palm!"
The new viewers saw the little Taoist priest standing in front of a dilapidated village. The sky had not yet completely brightened, and it was still the darkest moment before dawn.
There was no one in the village , and it looked eerie. Under the dim moonlight, there were vague shadows wandering and floating in the darkness.
"Long time no see, everyone."
The young Taoist priest stood at the entrance of the village and introduced to the netizens : "This is my second mission. The mission requires you to find three ghosts with moles on their hands in the village and catch them. The ghosts with moles on their palms are my soul fragments."
"Obviously, this mission has very high requirements. From the mission description, I figured out that there must be more than one ghost in this village. It's very difficult to find a ghost with a mole on its hand."
"And the mission requirement is not to kill, but to capture. This is very troublesome."
The young Taoist priest shrugged his shoulders, somewhat helplessly: "I really don't know what the planning father was thinking. Why did he assign me this kind of task? Others are killing ghosts, but I have to catch ghosts."
"Because you are a Taoist priest! What else can a Taoist priest do if he doesn't catch ghosts?"
"Host, don't wait any longer. Use your fortune-telling skills to find out where the mole ghost is."
"Promise me, anchor! If the ghost you find is a female ghost, you must read her palm, you know! I have the software to record the video ready!"
The fans made requests one after another, and some female players even took the initiative to speak: "Brother Taoist , please show me your palm~"
"I can't stand it anymore, I want to report it! This shit anchor wants to fuck his fans!"
"Report it, unsubscribe it!"
The young Taoist priest was quite helpless: "Everyone, listen to my explanation. I really don't tell fortunes or read palms anymore. I was finally unsealed this time thanks to Brother Cong's help."
"I really don't plan to read the ghost's palm today, really!"97 Chinese
The young Taoist priest looked righteous: "I want to promote positive energy on the Internet and become a scientist of the God of Death and the Disaster!"
"I'm doing this live broadcast to let everyone know the difference between ghost NPCs and human NPCs. I'm using a scientific attitude to let everyone have a deeper understanding of the characteristics of ghosts so that they can better complete their personal tasks in the future."
The young Taoist priest tried very hard to explain, trying to wash away the stain on himself, but the netizens still refused to believe him.
"You are a Taoist priest, why don't you just read fortunes and palms? Why do you want to be a strategy master?"
"You really don't want to read palms anymore? If you don't read palms, I'll change the live broadcast room."
The little Taoist priest was furious: "I'm going to make this clear today. If I read the palm of a female ghost today, I will eat my gaming helmet! The kind you eat with shit!"
"Hiss, this anchor is a bit cruel!"
"A strong and righteous little Taoist priest! He has guts!"
"Your Excellency actually blatantly cheated for food and drink. I admire you."
The young Taoist priest stopped interacting with the other players. He took out a small round mirror from the player's backpack and put it in his hand. This was the soul fragment from his first mission.
Every player's soul fragment is a good ghost treasure, or a game prop selected by the Godhead System from the Bank of Heaven and Earth.
Of course, among the millions of players, it is impossible for everyone to have ghost treasures to obtain, and there are not that many survivors in the Tiandi Bank.
More players will also suffer the consequences of working hard on quests, only to find that soul fragments are just common rewards for humans practicing spells.
The young Taoist priest was luckier, for in his first mission he not only found ghost treasures, but also matching spell formulas and a series of basic methods for human monks.
The quaint little round mirror in the hands of the little Taoist priest added a bit of charm, making him look like a truly enlightened master.
With the equipment ready, the young Taoist turned on the flashlight and walked towards the village.
There are no cobblestone roads in the village. The road is bumpy, covered with mud and weeds. You can only vaguely see a small path leading forward into the depths of the village.
The atmosphere around was very quiet. Apart from the barrage of comments from netizens that was constantly broadcasted by the Divine System, there was no other sound.
The houses around the village were dark. There were dilapidated and crooked wooden and thatched houses everywhere, but the houses were dark and there was no sound at all.
In the context of a modern expansion pack world, there are actually houses built entirely of wood and weeds?
“Isn’t this an ancient ghost village?”
The young Taoist priest muttered to himself that this place looked so weird no matter how he looked at it. After entering the village, even the moonlight disappeared completely. The flashlight in his hand could only illuminate a distance of one or two meters.
In the endless darkness, the little Taoist's flashlight seemed to be the only beacon, and it was very eye-catching.
The silence was eerie and the atmosphere became increasingly weird.
There seemed to be an unknown horror hidden in the darkness, as if something was secretly spying on the little Taoist priest.
The young Taoist priest was not in a panic and continued to walk forward. Just after he walked into the village and walked forward for a while, fog suddenly began to rise around him.
White mist floated, covering the houses and villages in the village, and visibility was reduced again.
"It's getting foggy!"
The young Taoist priest said to the netizens in no uncertain terms: "Everything has to happen for a reason. This must be haunted!"
"I hope I have better luck and can see the first mole ghost. I also hope that the mole ghost is not too strong."
"I don't want to die. I want to catch ghosts with my personal skills."
The little Taoist priest was very proud, and his fans also spoke out to encourage him.
"There's movement!"
After a while, the young Taoist priest suddenly heard a series of strange noises.
It was as if someone was whispering not far away. The rustling murmurs came with the sound of the wind, which was eerie and eerie in the endless darkness, making people feel creepy.
“Huh~!”
A gust of cold wind suddenly blew past his ears, giving the little Taoist priest goose bumps all over his body.
The wind at around four in the morning was really cold.
He couldn't help but shiver, rubbed his palms, listened carefully, and walked towards the place where the whispering sound came from.
After walking less than ten meters, the young Taoist priest vaguely saw something twisting faintly in the dark corner of the dilapidated wooden house on the left side of the village path.
The two black shadows were entangled and twisted, looking like dormant monsters.
That's where the sound came from!
"Is it a ghost?"
The young Taoist turned off the flashlight, held his breath, used the small round mirror, a ghost treasure in his hand, to lock his own human breath, and then carefully moved forward.
