Zhang Lin returned to his residence and began to count the results of the storytelling in the past two days.
When he saw the system display that he had accumulated 1.2 million storytelling points, he could not believe his eyes.
"System, could there be a mistake in the statistics? Why are there so many?"
The system notified Zhang Lin that there was no mistake.
The reason why bookstores were booming was because someone had posted a video of him telling a story online.
There were already tens of millions of views!
And the number of views was still increasing!
Zhang Lin immediately took a look at the real-time statistics in the system and found that the storytelling points were rising at a visible speed!
"As expected, if you want the King's Lottery, you still have to expand your influence.”
"If I only tell stories in this theater, it will probably take a few years to accumulate a million points.”
Zhang Lin's current storytelling points were enough for a King's Lottery.
"System, activate the King Lottery!" he said without hesitation.”
Not long after, Zhang Lin heard the system's feedback.
"Congratulations to the host for drawing the complete Qilin bloodline, the personal version of the Nine-Deaths Shocking Mausoleum Armor, and the divine weapon, the Small Divine Peak.”
Zhang Lin was very satisfied when he heard that he had drawn so many things from the King Lottery.
There was no need to talk about the Qilin bloodline.
However, the Qilin bloodline that Zhang Lin had drawn was complete, which meant that there were no side effects of the bloodline!
It's the evolved version of the Zhang family's bloodline, so there won't be any cases of the little brother's amnesia.
And the divine weapon of the chief of Mount Xie was actually a sword hidden in his sleeves.
It was very small, but it could cut iron like mud. It was very good for self-defense!
What made Zhang Lin the most excited was actually the Nine Deaths Shocking Mausoleum Armor.
This thing was the most terrifying ancient tomb mechanism in the Ghost Blows Out the Light world.
In Zhang Lin's view, the Nine Deaths Shocking Mausoleum Armor had already surpassed the category of living creatures. It was completely a half-machine, half-living thing.
It was extremely sharp and could cut and shatter everything. Once activated, it could not differentiate between friend and foe!
The tomb owner had originally used the Nine Deaths Stunning Mausoleum Armor to protect the tomb.
However, once the Nine-Deaths Shocking Mausoleum Armor was used, it would also shatter the ancient tomb!
It was a mechanism that could only be used once!
As for Zhang Lin's personal version, it was relatively gentle and controllable.
When Zhang Lin was threatened by the outside world, it would turn into a layer of bronze armor covering his skin.
At the same time, it also possessed the original ability of the Nine Deaths Shocking Mausoleum Armor, which could shatter everything!
With this thing, Zhang Lin's safety was basically no longer a concern.
In this world, there was probably no expert who could break through the defense of the Nine Deaths Stunning Mausoleum Armor.
Zhang Lin now had the Qilin Bloodline, and he was also proficient in the Mountain-Moving Chief, Francolin Whistle's movement technique, which he had won from the novice lottery.
He could guarantee that he would be able to escape unscathed no matter which ancient tomb he entered!
After drawing the reward, Zhang Lin looked at the news about his storytelling on the Internet.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was necessary to get the ability to protect himself!
It was estimated that it would not be long before the mysterious families in the underground world would start to have designs on him.
Zhang Lin knew too much!
However, at this moment, Zhang Lin, who had the protection of the storytelling system, was not worried that these people would come looking for trouble.
……
The next day, just as he entered the backstage, the beautiful manager walked over.
The familiar clip sound gave Zhang Lin goosebumps.
"Mr. Zhang, you're finally here! There are a lot of guests outside today. They're all here to listen to your story!”
"I've helped you block a few waves of media outlets. They all want to interview you.”
Zhang Lin pushed away the beautiful manager who was hugging his arm without changing his expression.
"Manager Liu, you don't have to be so polite. I've signed a contract with you.”
Of course, Zhang Lin understood Manager Liu's worries.
These few days, because of Zhang Lin, the tickets for Sanqing Garden had sold like crazy.
It had even surpassed the crosstalk stage at night.
One had to know that the tickets for the German Sports Association's crosstalk had always been hard to come by.
However, the tickets for storytelling were not selling well.
However, with Zhang Lin's arrival, the situation was reversed.
Only those who couldn't buy a ticket for a storytelling session would buy a crosstalk ticket to make sure that they didn't make a wasted trip.
Of course, Manager Liu did not want Zhang Lin, the God of Fortune, to run away!
Zhang Lin was backstage changing his clothes and getting ready. The theater was also starting to get noisy.
Many people who had gotten their first tickets to listen to the live broadcast were very excited.
As for the private rooms on the second floor, they were all occupied by important figures without exception.
Zhang Yueshan was sitting in a private room, and beside him was the manager of the New Moon Hotel, Yin Nanfeng.
She looked around the environment of the Three Celebration Garden and said disdainfully,"This theater is far inferior to our New Moon Hotel.”
Zhang Yueshan ignored her and stared at the people walking down below in high spirits.
"This Mr. Zhang is really capable. He has sent people from all over the world to sneak in.”
Yin Nanfeng looked down and saw the shadow of the southern faction's family.
Then, she saw a figure that shocked her. It was Professor Chen from the National Institute of Archeology.
"Not only that, even the officials have been mobilized.”
Old Madam Huo and Huo Hongxiu continued to occupy the old private room.
However, no one noticed that after the lights in the theater dimmed.
A thin man in black with a hood covering his eyes walked up to the second floor.
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The data hasn't changed for a day. Is there anyone else looking at it?）
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