The moment Tang Shiba went inside, someone shut the door.
Now they couldn't see anything.
In the livestream chat:
[Why can't we see anything?]
[Give us the footage, or we'll riot!]
[Charge in! Go!]
No matter how much the Anti-Fans protested, they had to accept that they couldn't see Tang Shiba for the time being.
Tang Shiba had already been led into the living room.
Inside, a woman with a shapely figure stood with her back to her, brewing tea.
Tang Shiba strode over and sat down opposite the woman.
The villager who had brought her in grew angry at her rudeness.
"Why aren't you kneeling before the Dragon God?"
Tang Shiba glanced at her.
"Are you living in ancient times? I'm here as a guest, and you expect me to kowtow? If you're so damn impressive, why not have your ancestors crawl out of their graves and kneel before you?"
"You!"
The woman's face turned red at the retort.
"You what? Someone like you wants to play local emperor? If you met a real emperor from back then, he'd cut the lot of you down, one slash apiece."
Left speechless, the woman could only stand to the side, red-faced and resentful.
Having finished putting her in her place, Tang Shiba studied the woman opposite her.
The more she looked, the more she frowned.
The woman looked ordinary and appeared to be under thirty.
Her face was serene, her manner gentle.
At first glance, there was nothing wrong with her.
Yet something felt off.
Based on Tang Shiba's years in show business, the woman before her had undergone plastic surgery.
[System, where's the dirt?]
[What's taking so long? Slacking off?]
The system thought he had only just said those words himself yesterday.
*[Host, give me a moment. Her dirt is