These people started shouting as soon as they came in.
"Host, where's my Sister Mi?"
"Why did you change the location of the live broadcast today? Where's my Reba?"
"What is this place? It looks like the streamer's own room?”
"Streamer, why did you change the name of your stream?”
"You're playing with reality? How?"
Yang Chen had long expected this situation.
"Playing is real, as the name suggests.”
"You can tell me what to do. The one with the highest number of likes will complete the challenge the next day!”
"Note: As long as it's not illegal, anything is fine!”
"I'm talking about anything!"
With just two simple sentences, the entire live broadcast room was instantly ignited.
"What is it? Are you playing so big?"
"Host, are you joking?”
"I bet a dollar that there's definitely a script!”
In the face of everyone's doubts, Yang Chen did not panic.
"I can't possibly plant a spy among you, right?”
"Even if they did, it can't be that more than half of them are just shirks, right?”
When Yang Chen's words fell, someone immediately started to brush it.
"I'll go first. Streamer, eat sh * t!"
"…"
Fortunately, the first one was quickly swallowed.
"Streamer, do you really dare to play so big?"
"Host, please help me beat up my ex-boyfriend. One thousand!”
"Rich lady above, you don't have to look for the host. Look for me. I'm very good at beating people up!”
"I have 50 sows at home that haven't been bathed yet. The host will go and bathe them. 200 yuan a day!”
" Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. I like it. I want to see the streamer bathe a sow.”
"Streamer, I see that you're in the same city. I'm in need of a mourner here. 500 yuan a day for a meal, and I want to be there within 20 minutes.”
"Aww, why are all the mourners coming out? It's too funny!”
“……”
After reading a series of comments, Yang Chen was also dumbfounded by these bullet screen missions.
It's fine if you beat up your ex-boyfriend and bathe a pig, but can you cry on behalf of others?
Reality proved that the netizens of this era knew how to make things work.
Half an hour later, the number of likes for the mission was calculated.
There were clearly only a thousand people watching the live broadcast, but Weeping on behalf of People actually had more than 700 likes!
There were also more than 200 left for bathing the sows.
Mission detected!
Accept the Weeping Challenge Quest and receive the God-level Weeping Skill reward!
"…"
No, what was a divine-level wailing?
" Alright, we've calculated the half an hour. Next, we'll…"
"Let's go and cry!"
Putting aside the mission, 500 a day and food included was already very cost-effective.
"That fan called Fudge Sweetheart, please message me privately. I'll go now!”
As soon as he said that, the comments in the live broadcast room instantly went blank.
"No, are we really going?"
"You're not having fun?"
"Holy sh * t, the streamer is going to play big this time?”
"This shouldn't be the script, right?"
"Let me see what happens next…"
Yang Chen's mobile phone rang.
He had already received the address and time sent by his fans backstage.
However, some people said that it was a show, Yang Chen still swayed in front of the camera.
"I've received the address and time."
"Let's do it!"
"What I play is reality!"
After adjusting the portable live broadcast equipment, Yang Chen directly went out of the door and went straight to the mourning place!
He went out and stopped a taxi. Yang Chen soon arrived at the place where the funeral was held.
Needless to say, this small hotel looked quite high-end.
There was indeed a white cloth hanging at the door, and there were many people wearing white scarves coming in and out.
At first, Yang Chen thought that he had been coaxed.
He couldn't help but click his tongue.
"Is someone really going to cry when they die?”
Not to mention Yang Chen, everyone in the live broadcast room was confused at the moment.
"Is it really crying?"
"I didn't expect the streamer to see it for real!”
"Let me see how the host will cry later.”
Yang Chen contacted his fans in the live broadcast room.
Not long after, a 1.85-meter-tall man walked towards him.
"You must be Xiao Yang?"
Looking at the dark brawny man in front of him, Yang Chen was silent for a long time.
"You're Fudge Sweetheart…?"
The burly man nodded blankly.
"That's right. Alright, don't say so much.”
"We're lacking people now. Hurry up and follow me in.”
"It's still the same as before, 500 a day, including a meal. Is that okay?”
Yang Chen immediately shook his head.
"No problem!"
The brawny man was about to nod when he suddenly saw Yang Chen take out a white cloth from his pocket.
Then, with a swoosh, it was tied to his head.
However, Yang Chen quickly took out a white handkerchief.
She covered her face and pretended to be heartbroken.
"Your equipment is quite complete…"
Yang Chen's face under the white cloth revealed a smile.
Of course!
Wouldn't they all be able to come out and earn this 500 yuan?
"Hahahaha! Isn't this streamer too funny?"
"Fudge Sweetheart turned into a strong man, laughing until my stomach hurts hhh!”
"I didn't expect the streamer to bring her own props.”
The brawny man pulled Yang Chen into the hall.
"Just follow the person later. The person who died is called Godfather Liu. Just cry for Godfather Liu!”
Yang Chen immediately nodded, but his gaze could not help but glance around.
Needless to say, this Godfather Liu was quite generous.
There were actually more than ten people standing here crying like him.
Everyone filed into the spirit shed that had been built.
As soon as they entered the mourning shed, an old man walked forward.
Some of the mourners seemed to recognize him.
"Hello, Fourth Master."
Under his lead, Yang Chen and the others also shouted.
"Hello, Fourth Master."
"Hello, Fourth Master."
The old man waved his hand with a calm expression.
Yang Chen was still puzzled.
Why didn't he look like someone who had died at home?
"Are you here to cry?"
Lord Fourth asked.
Yang Chen and the others nodded.
Lord Fourth nodded and pointed to the area in front of the coffin.
"The one who left is my Sixth Brother. I'll give you a signal later, and you can go up and cry.”
"Alright, Fourth Master."
Yang Chen quickly followed.
After waiting for a long time, Yang Chen did not wait for the notice to enter.
Hence, he could not help but look at Lord Fourth, who was standing beside him.
"Fourth Master, are we still not going in?”
Lord Fourth glanced at him.
"Wait for the notification."
Yang Chen asked again.
"Fourth Master, when do we start the banquet?”
"Wait a moment."
"Fourth Master…"
After ten minutes, the entire live broadcast room was led astray by him.
"Fourth Master: Don't be annoyed, wait for the notice!”
"Fourth Master, still eating? I want to eat your food now!"
"I can't take it anymore. The host is too funny…I'm impressed that Fourth Master can hold back from hitting me!”
"Fourth Master, Fourth Master!"
For a moment, the entire live broadcast room was filled with the words 'Lord Fourth.'
Lord Fourth finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Alright, it's your turn to enter."
Yang Chen still hadn't reacted.
The first ten or so mourners knelt down and sobbed as soon as they entered.
Yang Chen saw this, could he fall behind?
Of course not.
Therefore, he slid to the front of the team with a tackle.
He didn't forget to howl and said casually.
"Fourth Master!"
"My Fourth Master, why did you go?”
"What are we going to do if you leave?”
Yang Chen's wailing stopped the wailing of the surrounding people.
Everyone's face was still covered with tears that had just been squeezed out, and they looked at Yang Chen with a blank face.
Brother.
What are you doing?
He interrupted their frequency!
Yang Chen's crying immediately made him stand out from the crowd.
At first, the host thought it was good, but the more he listened, the more he felt that something was wrong.
Lord Fourth?
What Fourth Master?
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