I'm live streaming in heaven

Chapter 409 The Power of Wordless Heavenly Book
Bai Qiqi is a master who does what she thinks.

On the same day, I asked for a half-day leave at Naihe Bridge, went to the market to find a craftsman, wrote down my requirements and designs, and used the little money left in my hand to customize a camera dedicated to live broadcasting.

Then, I went to the talent market to find a man of science and technology who is proficient in the virtual system program of the underworld, and made a software for the live broadcast room of the underworld.After waiting for a month, the camera and software are finally ready.

Whether it's the equipment or the system, it's definitely not as good as the Tianting live broadcast room, but live broadcasts and the like can still be done.

However, the number of software downloads is 0, the number of views is 0, and the number of viewers is 0. It cannot be said that the popularity is low, but there is no popularity at all.

At the beginning, although the Tianting live broadcast room was lonely, it was once a smash hit. After all, countless fairy seniors forgot to turn off the camera and gathered a lot of popularity.

Qiqi is now completely starting from scratch.

To reproduce the glory of the Tianting live broadcast room back then, one word - difficult.

Unless, there is an exciting topic, such as forgetting to turn off the camera when changing clothes... But Bai Qiqi will never do this kind of thing.

Or, there is a novel task, such as going to the mortal world to live broadcast... But there are also level restrictions for ghosts from the underworld to go to the mortal world.She can't reach that level yet, and she doesn't know anyone at that level.

The road to live broadcast is long.

It would be great if, if only she could meet a high-level executive in the underworld who would allow her to live broadcast in the mortal world.

Thinking of this, Bai Qiqi sighed softly and walked towards Naihe Bridge.Without noticing, her soul flickered for a moment, and an invisible force overflowed from her soul and shot into the distant place.

If Biranyan or Shenqiong were here, they would definitely sense it, that is, the power of wordless heavenly scriptures.

On the Naihe Bridge, ghosts come and go.

Below is the Taotao Wangchuan River, the crooked blood-yellow river water is very strange, spreading all the way to the distance where there is no end in sight.Surrounded by Bana flowers that are a bit more coquettish than the color of the river.

From the bird's-eye view from the Naihe Bridge, it is far from magnificent, and it is absolutely unique.

At this moment, a woman in a flaming red dress was holding a gourd wine jug, sitting on the bridge head as if there were no ghosts around.The skin is like a cloud, and the pink cheeks are rosy.The phoenix pupils on Guazi's face were slightly narrowed, and there was a sense of coquettishness... I was bored.

The Naihe Bridge does not allow idlers to lean on and climb at will, and for some reason, the patrolling underworld soldiers didn't go up to forcefully carry her away, and they didn't even bother to ask her closely.

The place where the woman is sitting is 98 meters away from booth No. 20.

When Bai Qiqi rolled up her sleeves to cook the soup, she couldn't help but look a few more times.Judging from her eyes trained in the Heavenly Court, any gods who are different from normal gods, such as the boss of the Jin family who is obsessed with scientific research, the third son of the Jin family who loves the glory of the king but has always been low-ranking, and those who don't want to rely on their families for food Xiao Chen from the lineage of the divine beast Bai Ze, and Si Ming Xingjun who cheats people if they disagree with each other... are all masters!
Just as he was hesitating whether to go up and hook up with that girl, a very uncooperative voice came from the front of the booth.

"No, I don't want to drink this bowl of Mengpo soup!"

Bai Qiqi has seen a lot of this kind of ghost who keeps clamoring that she can't let it go and can't forget it in such a short period of time in the underworld.

It's just that, compared with other ghosts who would overturn soup bowls and howl like ghosts, this ghost's voice was very stable, but it didn't hinder the irresistible majesty in his words.

(End of this chapter)