Night.
The temporary resettlement camp was brightly lit.
Drones and robot dogs had also been deployed to patrol the entrance down the mountain. Any anomaly they detected would immediately be reported to the rear.
Jiang Qiao moved a chair to the camp entrance and sat down.
He calmly scrolled through his phone.
The short-video platforms were in a state of panic as well. Nearly every comment section had netizens discussing the Supernatural Events. They said all sorts of things, and various conspiracy theories were running rampant.
Of course.
In such an atmosphere,
there was naturally no shortage of people who liked to stir up trouble with feudal superstitions.
Wasn't this a ready-made heavenly punishment?
It was just an animated video showing a ship carrying a statue sailing to shore, with crowds of people boarding it... Good grief, it had over a million likes and more than a hundred thousand comments.
They were all making the same wish.
Praying that they and their families would remain safe and sound.
Clicking on the blogger's profile,
he claimed to belong to some sect, called himself a successor of so-and-so generation, and said he was skilled at consecrating items and praying for blessings.
There were only a dozen or so videos in total.
Clicking on the Little Yellow Cart,
the sales of consecrated bracelets had already surpassed 100,000.
This money... was truly easy to earn.
"Don't they ban bloggers like this?" Jiang Qiao asked.
The captain of this operation was beside him, and his surname was Zhang. It was obvious that he was somewhat tense. He picked up the radio and put it down again, occasionally glancing at his watch to check the time.
Hearing Jiang Qiao's question, he glanced at Jiang Qiao's phone and hurriedly said:
"We've been cleaning up some absurd bloggers