Meng Hao walked around the room a few times, for some reason, he always felt that something was missing.
But what is it
A voice of surprise broke the silent and gloomy atmosphere. The girl who was managing the live broadcast room just now said: "Brother Hao, a fan asked us to make a game..."
There are tens of thousands of people, all kinds of people.
All kinds of people make all kinds of demands every day, and most of them don't need to be taken seriously.
Except for the local tyrants...
Now that the girl specifically mentioned it, it can be seen that the "weight" of this "fan" is very unusual.
Meng Hao asked, "What game?"
Girl: "Well, he, he wants us to... play handkerchief throwing in this room..."
Another male voice with a bag on his back and equipment said disdainfully, "Tch, you're not a kid, why are you throwing a handkerchief?"
Before he finished speaking, the girl exclaimed again, "Oh my god, he tipped two more planes, and many people followed suit, saying that as long as they play games, they can tip more..."
Meng Hao also walked to the screen at this time, seeing the constantly shaking picture above and all kinds of gifts flying all over the screen, he couldn't help but get excited.
He is a poor dick now and needs money too much.
During the live broadcast, he can only get a maximum of 30% to 50% from these gifts. In reality, a plane is 100 yuan, and he has 30 to 50 yuan... The other party swiped a wave just now, which means that he earned a lot of money this night. Hundreds or even thousands!
He must take such a local tyrant seriously.
In addition to this fan's request, there are also countless people's comments. The comments on the comment area are dancing, the popularity is high, and the atmosphere is very active.
After seeking the consent of the cameraman and Meng Hao, the woman began to chat with the rich fan, saying that since they wanted to watch it, they would satisfy the fan's request, and by the way, brought a wave of gifts.
Meng Hao scanned the message on the screen like lightning, and a text came into his sight.
It was a completely subconscious action, and he quickly pulled the message aside and read it:
"...boys, I advise you to get out of there quickly, it's not where you should go. Don't play any games of throwing handkerchiefs..."
With his keen intuition, Meng Hao felt that this person felt a sense of vicissitudes from the lines of the message, which was different from those impetuous and superficial people who only knew excitement.
Well, fortunately, there are those superficial people who want to seek excitement at the same time. If they all look so sophisticated, who will reward them? What do they eat and drink on their platform
Meng Hao quickly tapped a few times on the miniature keyboard: "We're already here, and there are still so many fans waiting to see, give me a reason not to make this game."
When these people were interacting with fans here, Qingya Three Ghosts hid far away in the dark corner of the room, wanting to see what these people were going to do.
Qing Ya couldn't help pursing her lips: Tsk, what that fan said was very to the point, and she was really thinking of them. But Meng Hao replied as if he was asking them to save them, really.
If you are that "vicissitudes fan", since the other party refuses to listen to the persuasion and wants to die, then let them die.
Obviously, the "vicissitudes fans" on the other side of the screen are kinder than Qingya, and they are more enlightened. Just like what Si Yan said before, they hugged their thighs tightly before they became the protagonists.
So the "vicissitudes of life fans" quickly replied: "Throwing the handkerchief actually loses the soul. Every time the person holding the handkerchief runs around, he will pick up the soul of the person, and finally throw the handkerchief to whose After death, that person's soul will temporarily leave the body, and for ghosts, it is equivalent to you offering this person's soul as a sacrifice to them. After they eat this person's soul, they will enter this person's body Here, if you continue to throw the handkerchief, you will complete the seizure..."
The other party's introduction was too complete and serious.
Meng Hao couldn't help shaking slightly.
Seeing his strange expression, the people nearby asked quickly, "Brother Hao, what are you doing? Do you want to make this game? This time, the company spent a lot of money to live broadcast the ghost event..."
Two girls gathered around, wanting to see who Brother Hao was chatting with just now.
After all, when doing this kind of field live broadcast, it is usually a direct voice chat, and there is no need for hand typing. Just now, Meng Hao not only played by hand, but also had a private chat with one of the fans alone.
Just as they stretched their heads over, Brother Hao slid his finger on the screen, and the message that had been chatted for a long time was submerged in the constantly beating messages.
Qing Ya could see clearly, Meng Hao's last question was asking why the other party knew so much
The other party said that he was a Taoist cultivating in the hidden world, and he was about to catch ghosts, but he didn't expect to see this live broadcast.
The Taoist could tell at a glance that Brother Hao was not an ordinary person, and his future was boundless, so he told him that he had formed a good relationship with him... and so on.
And leave a message, they must point the camera at every corner of this room.
Meng Hao now has a special energy shield in his body, but because he hasn't activated this ability, he can't "see" those things, but he can "see" ghosts through the screen.
At that time, combined with the potential of his body (in fact, it is the blood containing the power of Chiyan Ganoderma lucidum), he will be able to kill all these ghosts.
Qing Ya looked at this part of the story, and always felt a little familiar.
Isn't it just an anchor who is a live broadcast of hell, but let an expert with real skills and countless experiences, just through this video, he immediately feels that this anchor is "extraordinarily good", and he is stunned to put everything in his life Learn to pass on to each other...
Isn't this "vicissitudes of life" Taoist hugging his thigh here, and it vaguely represents the role of Qing'er in the original plot.
Because in the original plot, Qinger pointed out the location of the ghost to Meng Hao through being able to see the ghost, and Meng Hao sprayed blood and killed it.
But now it was this Taoist who said that he could see ghosts, and then told Meng Hao to kill them...
Going around and going around, it turns out that I still have to catch up with the track of the original plot.
Qing Ya observed for a while, but did not find any flaws.
Xixi and Nan Nan wanted to go out to scare these people, but they were also stopped by Qing Ya.
Because of the information provided by Si Yan, she paid special attention to Meng Hao and saw his every move clearly.
While Xixi and Nannan were focused on other people, they didn't notice.
Qingya doesn't want her former character's friends to be in a desperate situation after her professional NPC intervenes, so she resolutely doesn't let them go out, even if she wants to blow the wind.
She doesn't intend to let go of the opportunity to eat these souls... There is no loophole, and there is a loophole.
By the way, the pendant on Qing'er's neck.