It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

The people in the house were still rejoicing that they were finally rescued, but they had no idea that the program crew outside who were monitoring everything were going crazy.

"Still can't contact anyone?" Director Huang held the walkie-talkie and called out countless times.

There was a crackling sound of electricity inside.

Everything was normal just a moment ago, with the number of people online even climbing to nearly 60 million!

The live broadcast was inexplicably cut off, and the people involved lost contact.

"We've searched everywhere, but there's really no one!" Director Xiaozhou personally led people in to look for him. They split into two groups, but didn't see anyone.

What a ghost! Such a large group of people seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

No, maybe it really was a ghost!

Director Huang held the intercom in his hand and paced back and forth in the studio anxiously. He looked at his watch and found that he had been out of contact for more than half an hour.

No, we can't wait any longer.

Director Huang immediately took out his cell phone and said, "I'll call Old Sun and see if I can get Mr. Lou to come out. Wait another ten minutes, and call the police if they still don't show up."

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"You are a master invited by the program team, so of course your priority should be protecting our safety." Seeing that everyone looked down on him, Ou Qi wanted to defend himself.

"He was invited by the program team, but I wasn't." Song Tang looked at him coldly.

Lou Shao didn't want to be associated with such a fool, so he quickly clarified: "If the program team hadn't asked someone to find my grandfather, I wouldn't bother with your stupid things!"

He really couldn't understand why these people, who were not like the people in the Xuanmen sect, were so keen on committing suicide? And they committed a big one!

If it weren't for Song Tang today, they would all have died here.

They led the few people who had escaped death out of the room, and the few people at the back who had weak legs needed to support each other to be able to walk.

"That's what you're talking about." Lou Shao's Yin-Yang eyes had not yet lost their effectiveness, so he could naturally see the little ghost lying on Ou Qi's head.

This was also one of the reasons why he had such a bad attitude before. Raising a ghost was really too cruel and evil!

Each little ghost is a baby from natural or unnatural abortion. They are already full of resentment and are then imprisoned by magic by those evildoers and forced to fulfill their wishes.

This kind of little ghost not only needs to be offered three meals a day, but also needs to prepare a set of bowls and chopsticks for the little ghost when eating at home. If you forget one day, the little ghost will get angry and it will not be a joke!

Not only that, if you want to get closer to the little ghost and let him fulfill more and more of his wishes, you have to feed him with your own blood frequently.

It's easier to invite gods than to send them away! If you're not careful, you might even lose a few lives!

"This kind of thing..." Song Tang frowned.

In the past, there were people willing to worship evil gods. Every time an evil god appeared, there would be a large number of casualties. I didn't expect that after thousands of years, when people's faith had collapsed, such a thing still existed.

All we can say is that desires are hard to satisfy and human hearts are hard to discern.

Bringing the group to the hall, Song Tang discovered that they had fallen into an illusion without knowing when. They were sweating profusely, as if they were in an oven.

"Illusion, broken!" A talisman for breaking evil flew over and exploded a small spark above everyone's head.

In an instant, the surrounding sounds returned to the ears of several people. Beixing was the first to react. He subconsciously hid the paper man behind him before running to Song Tang.

"We were attacked as soon as you left, and then we fell into an illusion." Beixing couldn't help but shuddering when he thought about how he was almost burned to death in the illusion.

The paper man peeked out from Beixing's shoulder and looked at Song Tang. Song Tang waved her hand, and the paper man immediately shrank to the size of a palm and then floated into her palm.

Beixing's eyes followed the paper man into Song Tang's palm. He opened his mouth but didn't say anything in the end.

A group of people supported each other as they left the Fuli Hotel, and swore in their hearts that they would never do such a stupid thing again in their lives!

"They're coming out, director, they're coming out!" Someone shouted, and soon a group of people ran towards them.

Finally, we saw a large group of living people, and several photographers burst into tears on the spot.

Inside the studio, the director team was negotiating with several artists.

"I believe you have also seen today's real-time data, which has set a new record, with the highest number of online users reaching nearly 60 million!" Chief Director Huang waved his hands excitedly, "What does 60 million online mean? You have set a record for live variety shows!"

There are many people doing live broadcasts now, but very few doing live variety shows.

Because there are too many variables in live streaming, especially for many celebrities, it is too easy for their image to collapse.

Traditional variety shows, except for those that go the black and red route, will deliberately use editing techniques to increase the topic. Generally, variety shows will try their best to maintain the perfect personality of the artists. Even if they are broadcast, they will only show clips that have a certain degree of discussion but will not cause a sensation.

“You can check the number of followers on your Weibo. Statistics don’t lie!” The chief director looked at them with a smile.

A few anxious people opened Weibo on the spot, and soon they were all smiling. It seemed that they must have gained a lot of fans through this wave.

"I believe that if we broadcast an extra show tomorrow, we will definitely create another miracle. As for whether to participate or not, the choice is yours."

The director's pancake was ready and he drank his tea leisurely.

Many people wait their entire lives for an opportunity to become famous, so he doesn't believe that anyone here can keep it stable.

Beixing is the one who keeps things stable. The general guideline for all her actions now is to follow Song Tang's arrangements.

He came close to Song Tang and asked quietly, "What are your plans?"

"It doesn't matter whether I participate or not. I will definitely go into the Fuli Hotel again." The ghost master has not been found yet, and the ghost den has not been eliminated.

I never thought that ghosts could still appear in modern society after so many years of peace!

The ghost den is a space that is independent of reality and belongs exclusively to ghosts. It is often found in places where a large number of people have died unjustly, because there is a lot of resentment here, and it is very easy for evil ghosts, that is, the masters of the ghost den, to be born.

Other ghosts need to devour their own kind to increase their resentment before they can transform into evil spirits. However, the ghost masters born in the ghost den are different. They are naturally stronger than ordinary evil spirits and have a natural ability to control and attract ghosts in the ghost den, which will constantly attract dead souls to enter.

If I remember correctly, there were many ghost lords imprisoned in the Eighteen Layers of Hell, all of whom were killed by the ghost generals of the underworld. At that time, there were many talented Taoist priests in the world, and they killed many ghost lords.

But now... they probably haven't even heard of what a ghost den is, let alone entering a ghost den and destroying the ghost lord?

Although Haicheng is not under his jurisdiction, and killing the ghost master is not within his responsibility, he cannot just ignore it when he encounters it!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Ou Qi, who deliberately sat in another corner - the little devil above his head.

Should we care about this ghost?

Feeling Song Tang's gaze, Ou Qi twisted his body a little uncomfortably. He felt that this behavior hurt his self-esteem and wanted to redeem himself, but Song Tang had already averted his eyes.