In the wine barrel, Little Licking's eyes popped out of the gap, circling back and forth, watching what was going on around him.
After looking back and forth several times to make sure there was no one there, Xiao Lian licked the heart hanging in his throat and then dropped.
He had been holding his breath and motionless before. It was only now that he confirmed that the figures of Li Yan and the others were still missing, and then he slowly exhaled a long breath.
Xiao Lianliang could tell that the player [Yuanshu] wanted to come to him for rescue before he died.
But he didn't want to save this teammate at all. If he was really discovered, he wouldn't be able to save himself, let alone save his teammates.
Therefore, the player's approach made Xiao Lianliang shocked. If he really exposed himself, he would definitely die.
Little Licking's heartbeat was so frightened that he stopped, but even so, he remained calm and never showed his body, hiding in the barrel.
No matter how nervous he was, Xiao Lianliang remained motionless.
Because once exposed, death is inevitable.
If he remained motionless, he might even be able to deceive his teammates, and he would survive.
Don't panic, just hold on!
Fortunately, when the player was less than 500 meters away from him, a bolt of thunder struck from the sky, killing him and saving Xiao Liuli's life.
Panting, Xiao licked the cold sweat on his forehead and muttered: "Die well, die well..."
Seeing the words "666!" all on the barrage, Xiao Lianliang slowly crawled out of the barrel.
Then he patted his chest and said proudly:
"See, brothers, it all depends on strength! I've said it before, this game is all about surviving! This is the strength of a master!"
Another barrage of "666" floated past quickly, mixed with a lot of praise for the anchor.
"Six six six, Brother Licking is such a master."
"It's amazing, brother Licking is awesome! (broken sound), Brother Licking is a master! (shocking sound)"
"Anchor, don't be funny!"
"This is too impressive, isn't it? Watching two teammates die in front of you and not moving at all? That's awesome. I'm scared."
"Stay there, stay there, stay there, and you will win!"
"What's going on with the barrage? This anchor is so good and yet he's still applauded?"
"You are stupid in front of me. Aren't you booing? This is the norm in Brother Licking. Brother Licking is awesome!"
Seeing so many comments, Xiao Lianliang was very happy. After all, in his live broadcast room, it was rare to have such high popularity.
What's more, there was still a round of applause!
Huh? It seems like something strange has been mixed in?
But it's not important! Just be popular!
The ranks of popular anchors with an annual salary of one million are just around the corner!
Xiao Lianliang's heart was filled with enthusiasm and she felt that her future was bright.
But at this moment, the entire ghost town suddenly became dark, and it was impossible to see any fingers. Only the flashes of thunder in the sky could bring out a trace of light.
It was like being covered with a layer of black cloth, which greatly reduced the light in the ghost town. It was like entering a house with all the doors and windows closed.
"What the hell? Why did my future suddenly become dark?"
Little Licking was startled. He was suddenly in darkness, which made him very uneasy.
But fortunately, this period of darkness did not last long. In just a few seconds, the darkness showed signs of fading away, and the sky slowly returned to its original gloomy appearance.
Xiao Lianli was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted.
"Oh... It seems that we have entered the final stage of this dungeon, and there will be a group of ghosts dancing around."
Before entering the [Emperor Struggle] dungeon, Xiao Lianliang did his homework very carefully and understood the general process of this dungeon.
All this is for better live broadcast and better program effects.
After all, if the host himself is confused about everything while playing, thinks about every step, and cannot play the game coherently, it will easily cause dissatisfaction among the audience.
By then, there will definitely be a lot of smart viewers who will criticize the anchor.
Although sometimes, there will be some great viewers who can solve the problems encountered by the anchor.
But most of the time, barrage is actually adding chaos.
Of course, what Xiao Liangliang cares about most, or is most afraid of, is not the barrage guidance, but the audience's disapproval.
There is so much competition these days.
Both the platform and the audience are as good as one or two anchors.
There are so many game anchors, and it’s normal for them to switch to another anchor if they can’t stand it anymore.
If something goes wrong, someone will angrily scold the anchor, but the anchor can't talk back.
Otherwise, a large number of trolls will take advantage of the situation and label the anchor as "disrespecting the live broadcast," "insulting the audience," and "spreading negative energy."
By then, it will be a normal thing for a large number of viewers to tune out.
Even if you are not careful, you have to publicly apologize and admit your "mistake" on your personal blog.
It's not easy to do anything these days.
Being an anchor is pretty good, but those who write novels are miserable.
The plot, settings, and creativity all have to be thought of with all your heart, and there is nothing watery about them.
Moreover, piracy is rampant and income is always unstable.
For example, last month I was able to get 2,000 yuan to eat instant noodles every meal, but this month I may only have 600 yuan for perfect attendance, so I can only drink some of the leftover instant noodle soup from last month.
Thinking of this, Xiao Lianliang looked at the barrage. Fortunately, no one was commenting on the barrage at this time. Most of them were posting "???" and the like.
"What happened? The anchor was killed instantly, right?"
"Is there still such a thing as disconnection these days? This is the 22nd century."
"Brother Licking, turn on the lights! It's me! The community is sending warmth!"
"The live broadcast is black, and the monthly income is one million!"
"When I have money in the future, I will definitely buy a monitor that can see images."
Seeing these barrages, Xiao Lianliang felt aloud:
"It's okay, it's okay, don't panic, the anchor is still here!"
"This copy is like this. It will suddenly turn dark, but it will soon return to light."
"This burst of darkness means that this dungeon is about to enter its final stage, and a large number of ghosts will appear soon, enough to fill the entire ghost town!"
"And all the temples, Taoist temples and other shelters we just visited will soon disappear and become ineffective. Only the Guandi Temple in the center of the dungeon will still exist."
"At that time, if there are still players outside Guandi Temple, it will basically be a near-death situation, unless they have enough supplies and can rely on supplies to hold on."
