I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

The harmonious atmosphere in the group chat, as if they were discussing how to divide pork, left Lin Yan momentarily stunned.

After a brief moment of surprise, Lin Yan almost burst out laughing.

This works?!

They could never have imagined that these locations they had carefully selected were all already occupied.

Moreover, the owners of their territories are all bizarre and irritable!

Lin Yan remembered a joke from a few years ago about dancing on a grave, and this time, Ah Feng was actually dancing on a grave.

Just as Lin Yan was about to send a message to add fuel to the fire, the sentiment in the group changed again.

【Funeral Love Family - Heavy Metal Nun】: Holy crap... Keep reading.

【Funeral Love Family · Heavy Metal Nun】: This idiot not only scheduled us, but also saved himself the last spot.

[The Mermaid in the Sewer]: ...I saw it. He's really bold.

[Red-clad senior student]: [Panic face covered.jpg] Oh dear, even a god can't save him now.

Lin Yan lowered his gaze to the bottom of the poster.

The poster's final section reads:

[Final Stop: The Slit-Mouthed Woman Rumored to Haunt Jiangcheng Reveals Her True Form?! Ah Feng Takes You Up Close to the Secrets of the Slit Abyss!]

The group was silent for a full minute.

One minute later.

【Slit-Mouthed Woman - Saya】: Coordinates.

【Slit-Mouthed Woman - Saya】: @Lin Yan, give me his real-time coordinates.

【Slit-Mouthed Woman - Saya】: Immediately.

Even through the screen, Lin Yan could feel Saya's murderous aura.

This old-fashioned eccentric, who would normally get angry if someone stared at him while he was wearing a mask, has actually been used as a gimmick by a modern internet celebrity to gain traffic.

Lin Yan had no doubt that if he sent the coordinates to the group now, Saya could instantly cross space and descend there to grind that A-Feng into blood.

But how could Lin Yan let Ah Feng die so easily?

Even if it's just to fulfill Chen Shu's contract, he has to catch this bastard himself.

He's the real traitor; compared to him, I'm nothing but a villain who's doing this for the glory of humanity.

Lin Yan put down his cola, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, and began typing rapidly.

[Lin Yan]: Sisters, please be patient.

[Lin Yan]: This person is no ordinary madman. I just found out that he has a group of people behind him who specialize in creating bizarre things.

[Lin Yan]: They're bringing ten million viewers to your territory tonight, not for sightseeing.

To put it bluntly, they want to climb to the top by stepping on the older sisters, and even want to use the attention of millions of people to control you and turn you into their puppets.

As soon as these words were spoken, the ghosts in the group immediately started talking excitedly, each showing off their own methods of preparation.

Lin Yan, who had been observing the group for a long time, discovered that the strange people in the group were quite different from those he had encountered.

Most of them have their own personalities and seem to be very well adapted to modern life.

Apart from Chen Shu, the other ghost-level monsters he encountered before, if you remove the rules about killing, would only be able to sit at the same table as zombies.

The female guests in the group were not only extremely territorial, but also extremely arrogant.

Being used as a tool and stepping stone for gaining experience by mere humans is even more serious than directly insulting them.

[Lin Yan]: Saya, if you go now, you'll only fall into their trap. They've definitely ambushed people around here to catch you.

[Lin Yan]: Since he wants to put on a grand ghost-hunting show with millions of fans, and wants to treat you all like clowns on display...

[Lin Yan]: Then tonight, let's cooperate with him to perform this scene well.

Lin Yan tapped on the screen, changing his original plan of a solo assassination into a trap.

[Lin Yan]: I want him to think he has everything under control, and to make him the center of attention in front of ten million people.

[Lin Yan]: Then, in front of everyone, give him an immersive "ghost hunting" experience.

at the same time.

In the presidential suite of a five-star hotel in downtown Jiangcheng, smoke filled the air.

The originally luxurious living room was temporarily converted into a live streaming control room.

On seven or eight computer screens, various data surged like wild horses.

"Brother Feng! The number of reservations across all platforms has exceeded eight million! And it's still rising!" a young man wearing glasses shouted excitedly.

"We'll definitely break 10 million views as soon as we start streaming at midnight tonight! Our guild has really gone all out with the streaming this time!"

In the center of the room, a young man with dyed blond hair was fixing his hair in front of a full-length mirror.

This person was none other than Ah Feng.

He looked at himself in the mirror, nodded in satisfaction, and turned to pick up a pack of cigarettes from the table.

With a big smile on his face, he walked to a single sofa in the corner of the living room.

"Hey Blackie, wanna have a smoke? With this momentum tonight, we're definitely going to create a legend in outdoor live streaming across the entire internet!"

A man in a black suit was sitting on the sofa.

He neither accepted the cigarette nor looked at Ah Feng.

The man in black was toying with a metal lighter in his hand.

As the lighter's cap opens and closes, a strange totem can be vaguely seen engraved inside.

A bloodshot eye, with a dark camera lens in the pupil.

He was staring at a laptop on the table in front of him, the screen of which appeared to be a map of Jiangcheng.

Several points of light are flashing on the map, seemingly following a certain pattern.

"You only need to know your own duty."

The man in black didn't even look up.

"Start the broadcast at midnight sharp, stir up their emotions, and keep it going for more than two hours."

"As long as you do this, you don't need to worry about the rest."

"Keep this amulet on you; it should be enough to keep you alive as long as you don't run into something big."

Ah Feng nodded vigorously and quickly patted a black wooden plaque that was placed close to his chest.

"I brought it! Don't worry, Blackie, with this treasure from the guild, even if there's a ghost tonight, I can still pin it to the ground and give the brothers a talent show!"

As for Ah Feng, he didn't care at all about who this black guy, who was sent by the guild to supervise the battle, was.

All he knew was that this mysterious big spender had helped him resolve the troubles at Waterworld three years ago.

Since then, he has been continuously showered with massive amounts of resources.

The key point is that this guy, whom I've never even met, almost never cares what he does.

As long as I just keep doing what I always do, entertaining the audience and doing live streams, that's fine.

Where else in the world can you find such a wonderful thing?

Moreover, after tonight, he, Ah Feng, will be the undisputed number one ghost hunter on the entire internet.

With product sales, Google Ads, and virtual gifts, he has more money than he could ever spend in several lifetimes.

The man in black finally looked up from the screen and glanced at Ah Feng's promotional poster.

"South Lake sewers, abandoned heavy machinery factory, old school campus..."

The man in black frowned slightly, seemingly recalling the files for these locations.

"These places do have some restless, low-level remnant spirits. You can go there with your amulet to make a show of things and maybe get some traffic."

"But this last one..."