1935: C1935 The Rich Make a Fortune for the Dead

C1935 The Rich Make a Fortune for the Dead

Yi Mei, a female god from a live broadcast platform had as many as eight million fans. "Both the quality of the live broadcast and the face value were online, so the audience was willing to buy a lot of gifts each time.1

According to Yi Mei, she was extremely powerful on the platform. She was ranked first among the female hosts and third in the live broadcast online.

The reason why he came to Seedling Border this time, was because he wanted to bring about traffic through the live broadcast. Her goal was simple: to let her fans break through 10 million.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please don't forget to double click on the '666' button. The one with a present is here to give you a gift, and the one without a gift is here to leave a message."

She gestured with her hand towards her phone and stuck out her tongue to lick her lips, "Do you see the dark entrance behind me? The inside is the destination of our adventure."

The sister's live broadcast of the ancient tomb expedition was getting exciting, the brothers got up and started shooting rockets.

I heard that there are a lot of weird things going on at Seedling Border, such as Gu worms, zombies, monsters, and so on.

F * ck, didn't you read too many novels upstairs? Those are all fools. They don't even exist.

Bullets kept appearing, and it was also because of these bulletins that the atmosphere was lively. Many of the almighty scuba divers were giving gifts. After all, sometimes watching a bulletproof screen was more enjoyable than watching a live broadcast.

Seeing the increasing number of viewers in the live broadcast room, Yi Mei's eyes were filled with the flames of war. What she needed most now was popularity. The more popularity she had, the more she could continue to climb.

All this means realisation. Women have to make their own money. As for those that she said she would sell to earn money, how far she had to go to get out of here.

"Alright, alright. I've brought enough equipment with me this time. I'll definitely be able to broadcast live for everyone."

She waved the charger in her bag, smiled and said, "Then, please enjoy this feast. Let's go."

Other hosts also did the same, and they were all entering the ancient tomb after interacting with the audience. However, if one were to count them carefully, they would realize that there were only three anchors entering; the rest were merely lingering around the entrance.

"As a landowner, I can responsibly tell everyone that the terror of this ancient tomb is far beyond our imagination. If one is not careful, it is likely that one does not even know how one died. "

"Ladies and gentlemen, look over here. The blood on the wall has already explained a lot of details. Who knows, someone might have just been killed." What? You think I'm bullshitting? No, no, no. I'll show you what kind of blood this is. "

"Rather than exploring the ancient tomb, we might as well wait at the entrance. It would be easy to find out whether he is alive or dead. "Come, come, come, let's walk. Yo-yo, Chick, come …"

The anchors left behind obviously knew that they needed an excuse when compared to the anchors that went in. The excuse that fans can understand is that they are not staying because they are afraid, but because they have something more worth exploring live.

For example, the beggars who came with sacks. For example, the sanitation workers who came with disinfectant on their backs.

"Mr. Pauper, what is your purpose for coming to the ancient tomb? Exploring?" A streamer directed the camera towards the bearded beggar.

"Hehehehe, my purpose in coming here is very simple. I want to earn money from the dead, hahaha."

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