Jiang Lin, who was wandering in the underworld, suddenly heard the system's voice.
Ding~ Congratulations to the host for the live broadcast room popularity exceeding 100,000!
Reward points 500!
Ding~ Host popularizes underworld culture: sending dreams, earning points 300!
After clarifying the situation, Jiang Lin's impression of the live broadcast room changed.
In ancient times, information transmission was inconvenient, so news spread slowly.
But in this era, people's information transmission seems very convenient.
It is easy for something to become widely known.
It seems that the tasks in the live broadcast room are not difficult to complete.
Previously, popularizing underworld culture only gave one hundred points, but now it gives three hundred. 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, Jiang Lin went to the backstage to withdraw the money tipped by the fans.
Recently, with the popularity of the dream-sending business, tips in the live broadcast room have also increased.
These money will be automatically converted into冥币 (underworld currency), making them convenient to use.
As soon as Jiang Lin withdrew several thousand yuan, the number in the backstage suddenly changed from 0 to 5000.
Someone tipped again? I'm not even live streaming yet.
Jiang Lin exited the backstage.
The live broadcast room was still a black screen, but the bullet comments above were flowing rapidly like a stream.
And after someone tipped five thousand yuan, the entire live broadcast room was filled with fireworks.
All other bullet comments were cleared, leaving only one bullet comment glowing golden, particularly striking.
I am Dou Dou's mother, please Lord Bai help me! Let me see Dou Dou one more time!
I am Dou Dou's mother, please Lord Bai help me! Let me see Dou Dou one more time!
I am Dou Dou's mother, please Lord Bai help me! Let me see Dou Dou one more time!
The same bullet comment was sent three times in a row.
After three times, the tipping effect disappeared, and other bullet comments flooded in again.
Dou Dou?
Jiang Lin didn't react to who the person in the bullet comment was for a moment.
Upon being reminded by the bullet comments in the live broadcast room, he realized it was referring to the little girl who had a car accident the night before yesterday.
So, this Lord Bai is referring to me?
In the underworld, because there were too many Black and White Impermanence,
To distinguish, those who requested dream-sending called him Jiang Wuchang, or Lord Jiang.
Therefore, Jiang Lin didn't realize at first that this was calling him.
Seeing that little girl...
That little girl is only on the third day of the Yellow Springs Road, and she probably hasn't drunk Meng Po's soup yet.
If it's just to let them see each other again,
This is not a difficult task for Jiang Lin.
But the tipper misunderstood when he didn't respond.
The next moment, another ten thousand yuan tip floated through the live broadcast room.
The live broadcast room was filled with colorful flags.
I am Dou Dou's mother, please Lord Bai help me!
Please let me see Dou Dou one more time!
After the tipping effect disappeared, many people who witnessed the car accident spoke up.
Each one was indignant.
You want to see her now? You didn't cherish her when she was alive, and now it's too late!
Little Angel Dou Dou is worried about you even after death, do you deserve it?!
Now you know regret, if you have the ability, don't make phone calls while driving!
Can those keyboard warriors stop yapping? The main responsibility for the car accident lies with the driver, don't blame the victim.
The driver is primarily responsible, but the parents are also at fault.
Looking at these bullet comments, Xu Ran, Dou Dou's mother, was heartbroken.
After learning of her daughter's death, she was greatly devastated.
She was completely out of her mind, with no will to live.
Her friends who came to see her were also shocked.
They couldn't believe that the decadent, unkempt person before them was their best friend who always insisted on being exquisite wherever she went.
With a try-it-out mentality, her friend mentioned what she had recently seen online.
About the car accident and the live broadcast room.
Xu Ran hadn't even watched the news lately, let alone touched her phone. She had turned it off and put it aside.
As soon as she heard about it, she immediately turned on her phone.
Only then did she learn from others that Dou Dou's first question after death was whether she had protected her mother.
Tears fell immediately.
She knew she wasn't a qualified mother, but she still wanted to see Dou Dou again.
And talk to her again,
And hug her.
Regardless of whether this live broadcast room is real or not,
As long as there is a glimmer of hope, she will try!
She clung to it like a last straw, tightly, refusing to let go.
Beside her, Fang Weidong's eyes were also red.
Both of them were filled with regret since Dou Dou's accident.
Seeing Xu Ran's frenzied tipping, he couldn't help but say:
Are you crazy! What's the use of you doing this!
Xu Ran shouted, So what, it's better than doing nothing!
This is just a live broadcast room! If you want to pray for Dou Dou, I'll go to the temple with you!
Get lost! I don't need you to manage me!
Just as they were arguing, the live broadcast room, which they thought would not receive a response, suddenly lit up.
With a gloomy and chilling background, a man in white appeared in the live broadcast room.
The man had chiseled features, unusually pale skin, and a hint of wickedness in his eyes.
He gave off a very eerie feeling.
What he said was even more eerie.
On the seventh day after death, prepare incense, light it outside the suburbs, and continue it to your doorstep.
Good, good, good!
Xu Ran, who was heartbroken, nodded repeatedly.
Then she realized that Lord Bai Wuchang might not be able to hear her.
The next moment, the live broadcast room was filled with colorful flags three times in a row.
Below, was Xu Ran's reply.
Okay, I will definitely do as you say! Thank you, Lord Bai!
Okay, I will definitely do as you say! Thank you, Lord Bai!
Okay, I will definitely do as you say! Thank you, Lord Bai!
There are still 2 days until Little Dou Dou's seventh day.
For those who are waiting, these 2 days feel exceptionally long.
For Jiang Lin, 2 days passed in a flash.
After buying some bull's eye tears at the ghost market, he went to the Yellow Springs Road and pulled out Dou Dou, who was still queuing.
The return of the soul on the seventh day does not mean that the soul will definitely return on the seventh day.
It's just that on the seventh day after death, both the body and the soul reach a limit.
Through seven days of accumulation, the yin energy in the body becomes even stronger.
It can achieve things that are normally impossible.
On the night of Little Dou Dou's seventh day.
After 2 days of fermentation, the attention on this matter has risen to another level.
Almost everyone using the internet knows about this now.
The live broadcast room hasn't started yet, but the popularity has already reached six figures.
Seats and melon seeds are ready, waiting to watch the show.
Newcomers, remember to prepare tissues and call 120 for emergency services.
Newbies are confused, why prepare tissues?
Afraid you'll cry. Isn't this a healing live broadcast room?
And what about the emergency number?
Afraid you'll faint from fright. The underworld healing live broadcast room is not just for show!
I'm at the scene, I've already called the police. If the host is faking it, he'll go to jail!
After sending this bullet comment, Xu Keke looked at her doorstep angrily.