"That's enough, stop sending gifts."

A few minutes later, in the live broadcast room, "Hell is Empty" finally spoke up to stop the audience from crazily sending gifts, "There are only a little over fifty of us here, we can't compare to your big numbers."

His tone was not enthusiastic, and upon closer listening, it even sounded a bit gloomy.

But the audience in the live broadcast room didn't mind, and the gifts were sent even more vigorously.

"Nonsense about hosting justice, I think this person is just here to make money, actually eating this kind of blood-soaked bread, wishing him a lifetime of ruin!"

The young nurse cursed angrily.

I thought to myself, this person's family has already been ruined eight hundred years ago, there's no need for another half a lifetime.

He seemed to be broadcasting from a bus, the phone kept shaking non-stop, making people dizzy to watch.

But soon, I noticed that those people in the background of the live broadcast, who were originally indignant and had been cursing at me, suddenly, one by one, tilted their heads and fell asleep.

Gradually, the noisy voices in the live broadcast room completely disappeared.

But he not only didn't show any surprise, but one by one, he also closed all the curtains on the bus.

As the last curtain was drawn, the originally bright carriage suddenly became dim.