Volume One, Chapter 101: A live adaptation of Tomb Raiders' Chronicles, igniting the entire internet!!

“Director, A-Qiang and his team have started their broadcast, and their popularity is soaring!”
“There are actually over ten thousand listeners tuning in live!”
“They’re continuing their series on folk ghost stories!”
The chubby girl with dark eyes suddenly whipped out her phone, exclaiming in surprise.
The others quickly gathered around to watch.
They saw A-Qiang in a dimly lit room, hosting their show!
The numbers were high—and still climbing. At least eighty percent of the audience had migrated from the radio station.
Director Wu could only sigh helplessly at the sight.
“The live broadcast is a great success. It’s a new approach, and clearly A-Qiang and his friends had their own vision and plan all along!”
“They’ve kept pace with the times, using this…”
“Even if this spiritual crystal isn’t perfect and only sells for seven or eight million, combined with what I have now, it should be enough,” Su Yuntian thought to himself.
“Who are you people? Why are you here?” She struggled to suppress her anger and asked in the calmest voice she could manage—if not for their sudden intrusion, her efforts wouldn’t have been in vain. Even so, Yu Shihan forced down her displeasure, deciding to first clarify the situation.
That night, there was movement at the door. Chu Xuan instinctively tensed up and stared toward it, but in the next moment realized it must be Mu Chengxi returning.
I hesitated for three seconds, then resolutely stepped forward and placed the candy in Quan Wenyu’s hand.
From the age of ten to twenty-eight—eighteen years of loneliness and torment—how did he endure it?
Immediately after, the sharp sound of shattered porcelain echoed across the floor. Young Master Qian was not only drenched, but blood kept trickling from his forehead.

The two were nearly strangled by Lin Hai, then whipped mercilessly by Lin Tong with her soft lash, howling in pain and rolling on the ground.
Without delay, Zhang Benmin dashed to the riverbank and pulled up several fishing lines. Not bad—two eels caught, which he carefully placed in a net.
Ajie decided to order a late-night snack; after a busy day, his stomach was growling.
After all, only Alberta possessed the Empire’s advanced rifles; the Empire itself owned its own standard-issue weaponry. No other nation had such advanced arms.
Prior to this, everyone believed Su Meng and Lin Canghai were a match made in heaven.
The harsh sunlight outside seemed even more blinding to Chen Naixi, so much so that it pained both his eyes and his heart.
These demons appeared not to enjoy harming the Annan officers. During the battle, they merely herded them into a corner; none of the demons, however wild, killed ordinary people.
Li Zhi’s true self was able to challenge opponents above his level mainly due to the Big Bang—a formidable innate ability, enabling his body-focused self to leap two levels in battle.
“So what am I supposed to do?…” Qiqi gazed at Jin Yexuan in helpless plea, as if begging for a scrap of compassion.
After receiving Ni Lingwei’s call and hearing the request to send Zhao Yi back to Minzhou, Zhao Qingming immediately dispatched Qingyuan No. 1 without a word.
“Yes, yes, Master is right; every word carries wisdom. If you’re available, I’ll visit tomorrow to thank you in person,” Subaman said with deep reverence. To all Burmese, including drug lords, the Master was their spiritual leader—the Master was Buddha, was the Law.
The next few days passed peacefully, almost making one forget all the troubles that had occurred before.
“Are you really scared?” Zhang Haotian finally revealed his true colors, staring at Zong Feng with disdain.
In a blink, July arrived. Just before the college entrance exam, the teacher handed out admission cards. Zhao Hui was to take the test at No. 9 Middle School. Senior classes were suspended, so Zhao Hui reviewed at home, studying one subject each day.
Though she wanted to fly straight to Ruili to gamble on jade stones, Zhu Zhu thought since she’d come to Yunnan, she might as well embark on a self-guided tour, carrying her digital camera.
Genetically modified crops were essential; otherwise, with the current farmland on Earth, there would not be enough ‘meat’ and vegetables for the growing population.
The east wing was home to Yan Jingjing’s boyfriend Wang Xuecheng and another university senior, Ren Feng, nicknamed “Steamed Bun Man.” Ren Feng was quite the character—he graduated a year before Zhu Zhu, worked in an advertising firm, and, as a newcomer with no experience, had poor performance and ended up subsisting on leftover buns and plain water daily.

I was utterly shocked, raised my eyes, and looked through the ordinary red clothing outside. Sure enough, I saw armor inside, sparkling and gleaming; judging by its quality and sheen, it was at least a ghostly artifact.
Xiu Gu, seeing Brother Yang fail, shrieked and scrambled away, clutching her head. The coachman, having seized Brother Yang, was beside himself with joy, while his companions continued chasing Sun Jinniang.
The “Bluegrass Talent Scholarship” was already operational in three universities in Western Capital and seven elsewhere in China.
My face was covered in black lines as I watched the crowd around me, their schadenfreude and astonishment obvious; I felt utterly powerless.
Ling Feng instinctively reached for his pocket, realizing he had no cigarettes, laughed, and said, “Well, I’ll just head to Japan.”
Cici blamed her impulsiveness, secretly becoming Fu Xinrui’s accomplice and hurting Luo Jinshi—yet she also hated Fu Xinrui. If Fu Xinrui hadn’t acted on that impulse, Cici wouldn’t have done what she did.
Upon hearing Wang Wanzi mention the name, Zhu Zhu turned her face away in disdain. She had little fondness for Zhou Li, Wang Wanzi’s university classmate.
Of the eight people on the boat, only Xu Wen had entered Ten Thousand Thunder Lake before; as soon as he spoke, all seven elders became intrigued.
Master Jingxuan looked at Shen Liuyun’s slightly stooped silhouette, sighed helplessly, and turned back into the Daoist temple.
“Alright! I’ll buy it!” Night Burial’s eyes focused on a scroll, though his energy points were now so few.
“The eighth floor—what’s going on?” Song Ci was at a loss, but when Jin Faguang called, he was pleasantly surprised.
Seeing Hu Long’s miserable state and Jin Faguang’s overpowering aura, the crowd that had demanded five hundred yuan instantly dispersed; in a flash, they all fled.
Everyone could see clearly—the twenty disciples on the arena were cautiously testing each other in pairs.