In a gloomy, terrifying atmosphere,
what would your reaction be if a jarring voice suddenly appeared and shattered it?
At that moment, everyone saw a man swaggering over from the other end of the street. He wore slippers, floral shorts, a white undershirt, and a huge gold necklace.
"Streamer?"
Several veteran fans from the still-active livestream rooms instantly recognized Jiang Qiao.
It wasn't because they knew what Jiang Qiao looked like.
The Paper Fruit phone came with an innate eighteenth-level Hell Beautification effect. Not only could they not recognize him—even Jiang Qiao's own mother wouldn't have recognized him if she came over.
But the livestream's audio hadn't been altered.
It was completely authentic!
And Jiang Qiao loved bragging and chatting.
So the veteran fans who had grown up watching his livestreams immediately recognized him.
"I didn't expect him to be this handsome!"
Although they were at death's door, the streamer named Zhang Ming still instinctively compared their looks and instantly felt inferior.
After all, not everyone could have a face comparable to Yanzu's. Aside from the protagonist, probably only the readers did.
Jiang Qiao's unexpected appearance
gave these viewers, who had already fallen into despair, the feeling of a stroke victim encountering an ambulance.
A faint hope of rescue rose in their hearts.
They remembered the scenes from Jiang Qiao's previous livestreams, where he bullied ghosts everywhere.
They had always been half-convinced, thinking it was merely staged for entertainment.
But now that they saw the streamer strolling leisurely through the Vicious Ghost village, they realized that there was always someone greater, and there was always someone better. The expert had actually been hiding in the livestream room!
Of course, the thoughts above were purely the wild imaginings of a group of dying people who had managed to grasp a final