In the live broadcast room, barrage flashed across the screen.

[It’s been half a year since Deadly Play was launched, why are there still people at Level 1?]

[Level 30 dungeon, funeral practitioner, level 1 rookie, too many elements.]

[She looks so beautiful, she must be a rice insect.]

Rice bug refers to the disaster of only knowing how to rely on others and not knowing how to support oneself.

After the app is launched, the corresponding survival coupons will be deducted every early morning.

If you want to survive until the next day, you must ensure a sufficient balance.

After the survival coupons accumulate to a certain amount, they can pay them in one go and completely escape the control of the app.

In addition, all the food has disappeared, and the edible crops have turned into poisonous trees and poisonous weeds. People also need to exchange survival coupons for their food.

So even if it is not mandatory to enter the dungeon, people must take risks for the sake of survival tickets.

The mortality rate in the dungeon is extremely high, and there are always some people who, for various reasons, would rather sell their appearance in exchange for survival tickets than enter the dungeon.

Once rice bugs appear in a copy, it means a drag and a troublemaker.

[It’s so annoying, there are rice bugs in the copy, and the reference value of the live broadcast has become lower.]

[Why didn’t she turn on the camera?]

[It’s best if you don’t open it. I’m wasting my precious survival tickets. I came here to see Mo Jie.]

[Damn it, who was outside the door just now? Why didn’t you turn on the camera?]

[Don’t think about it, the top 200 people can just show you the camera? Just wait for him to be in the frame.]

By watching others play and summarizing the rules, you can improve your chances of survival when playing the profession yourself.

Mojie has gained many loyal viewers due to his safe operation and his ranking of 1,681 in the overall rankings.

As soon as this copy started, the live broadcast room already had more than 2,000 viewers.

I heard that there were top 200 masters in the dungeon, and the number of people in the live broadcast room instantly increased by more than 3,000.

The live broadcast room is opened in the form of a copy. Players only need to open their own lenses to share the traffic revenue.

The more viewers whose footage is received, the higher his income will be.

After a live broadcast ends, the traffic revenue plus tips are a considerable amount of survival coupons.

After System 09 broke the link with the Lord God, the camera function was not enabled. So Bai Qiuye didn't know there was another way to obtain survival tickets.

But Mo Jie and others have discovered that the income is much higher than before.

The experienced people immediately understood that the number of viewers in the live broadcast room had just increased.

Mo Jie: "They came for that great god."

The others nodded.

"Definitely." The man with the hair tie turned to Bai Qiuye and snorted coldly, "Is it possible - ha." It's impossible to come here just for this novice.

When Bai Qiuye heard this, he broke into a cold sweat.

Who are "them"?

Why did this hairband man look at her so deliberately?

Are you preparing to harm her?

The thoughts that came to her mind made Bai Qiuye panic and uneasy. She looked a little pitiful, as if she could rub it at will.

Seeing this, the woman in white clothes asked her proactively: "My name is Fu Yao, what is your name?"

Bai Qiuye: "My name is Baiye."

"You might as well call me whore for free." The man with the hair tie sneered, "It's so annoying. I hate having noobs and virgins in the team."

"Who are you talking about, Holy Mother?" Fu Yao said, "Brother Jie didn't say anything, do you want to take over?"

Mo Jie waved his hand modestly: "Haha, we are all newcomers, so be tolerant. Also, everyone is equal. Don't talk about it again in the future."

Fu Yao repeatedly said yes.

Bai Qiuye seemed to be aloof from the incident, watching their interaction with cold eyes.

Men with hair ties act impulsively.

Fuyao City is extremely deep.

Mojie is smooth and watertight.

The woman in blue clothes has no character.

There was also a young boy who never spoke.

At this time, the argument was interrupted by the sound of footsteps outside the house, and a woman carrying a dustpan entered the house.

She was dressed in white mourning clothes, and the dustpan in her hand contained persimmons sprinkled with white frost.

The persimmons are brightly colored, but look inexplicably fake.

"Is it the employer?"

Several people were discussing in low voices, and Bai Qiuye subconsciously raised his hand and took the dustpan from her hand.

Mo Jie and others were all stunned.

What is she doing.

Why would you want to pick up something so unclear?

Some things will kill you if you touch them!

It's really a noob's behavior.

Bai Qiuye hugged the dustpan and scolded himself in his heart.

Thirteen years and nearly 5,000 cycles, the habit has become natural.

I was thinking about something just now, but I accidentally exposed this habit.

Widow Du's eyes stayed on Bai Qiuye for two seconds, and a trace of confusion flashed across her face.

"Thanks."

Everyone's eyes were shaking.

The employer is the most important NPC in the dungeon, and the player's life depends largely on the employer.

As long as employers can disclose more professional rules, their survival rate will be greatly improved.

Half a year ago, everyone was still a novice. Many people wanted to please their employers, but they all failed, and their subsequent experiences were extremely tragic and terrifying.

So people come to the conclusion that the employer's favorability cannot be improved.

But just now, for the first time, they heard an employer say thank you to the players.

'She accidentally did something that others couldn't do.' Mo Jie thought to himself, 'Only such inexperienced people can make mistakes by mistake.'

"This is a snack prepared for you." Widow Du said, "You will have to work hard tonight."

Except for Bai Qiuye, others looked at the red persimmons and dared not touch them.

"No need," Mojie asked, "What is our job?"

"My husband Du Youfu died just now." Widow Du said, "He is upstairs."

The indifferent expression on her face made everyone shudder.

"Come upstairs with me." Widow Du turned around and walked upstairs.

A narrow corridor on the second floor connects two bedrooms and a study.

Widow Du pushed open one of the doors with a red 囍 on it, and saw a huge wedding photo hanging on the wall.

But this photo is not an artistic photo, nor is it a wedding registration photo with a red background.

The shooting location seems to be a courtyard, with two newlyweds sitting on a bench, and behind it is an open bungalow with black tiles that are particularly depressing.

The woman was wearing a red hijab and a red coat, which was completely covered. The only exposed fingers were pale and slender.

The man has round eyes and a square face with a dull expression, his eyes are dull, and he seems to be a little distracted. He wears a big red flower on his body, which makes his face even more sallow.

Although the two sat side by side, they could not feel any newlywed joy.

Everyone's eyes paused on the photo for a few seconds, and then fell on the double bed in the room.

The man in the photo is lying flat on the bed. His face is illuminated by a burning red candle on the bedside table.

His eyelids were turned upward, his eyes were cloudy, there was a faint blue color under his skin, and his chest did not rise and fall.

"He needs to stay in coffin for three days. On the third day, I will tell you the place to be buried that night. During this period, you need to prepare for the burial." Widow Du handed over a black envelope and put her pale fingers into her cuffs, "This is

It’s tomorrow’s work and we have to wait until the early morning to unpack it.”

Fu Yao asked: "If we open it in advance─"
To be continued...