465: worker in the King of Hell

Anxious voices began to appear in the bullet chat:

"Sisters with loose tickets, go for it!"

"Just a little bit more, hang in there..."

"The other side is sniping the tower."

Just as the final minute countdown began and the opponent's health bar neared 35%, an ID that had never appeared at the top of the gift rankings lit up with consecutive donation effects.

"Wage Slave of the Palace of Hell" sent "Carnival" ×10.

"Wage Slave of the Palace of Hell" sent "Dreamy Castle" ×20.

"Wage Slave of the Palace of Hell" sent "Spaceship" ×30.

These weren't top-tier luxury gifts, but the dense barrage of mid-sized gifts meant the special effects barely stopped. In the final thirty seconds, they forcibly pushed the crimson health bar back past the 80% mark.

When it finally froze, the ratio stopped at 8.2 to 1.8.

PK time is up.

The crimson health bar overwhelmed the moon-white one with an absolute advantage.

The smile on "Yao Chi Xian Ji's" face completely collapsed, her eyes revealing a hint of resentment and embarrassment. Bound by the PK rules, she couldn't disconnect directly and could only force herself to ask, "Sister Candle Shadow, I... I wonder what you would like me to do as punishment?"

The bullet chat in the stream started jeering:

"Make her apologize and say she shouldn't have shaded Big Sister for imitating her."

"Punish her by making her sing 'Tan Te'! Let's see if she can still pretend to be an aloof fairy."

"I suggest making her recite our fan slogan out loud three times."

Zhulong's knuckles lightly tapped the edge of the Profound Ice Couch. His gaze swept over "Yao Chi Xian Ji," who was struggling to remain calm on the screen, and he said indifferently, "No need for anything complicated. Just sing 'Feng Qiu Huang' a cappella. No accompaniment needed. Once you're finished, it's over."

This punishment seemed simple, but it hit "Yao Chi Xian Ji's" sore spot.

She maintained an aloof fairy persona and usually only sang ethereal ancient tunes. 'Feng Qiu Huang' was lingering and sentimental, a huge contrast to her persona. Furthermore, singing a cappella was the ultimate test of vocal skill, allowing for no embellishments.

"Yao Chi Xian Ji's" face turned even paler. Not daring to refuse, she could only steel herself, adjust her breathing, clear her throat, and begin to sing.

Her voice was intermittent and noticeably stiff. The ethereal quality of the past was completely gone, and she even went out of tune for a few lines.

Zhulong didn't comment much, simply listening quietly. Only when she finished the last line did he nod slightly: "That will do."

"Yao Chi Xian Ji" felt as if she had been granted a great pardon. She hurriedly said, "Goodbye, Sister," and immediately disconnected. She didn't even have time to close her stream properly, and her frustrated low scolding could be faintly heard in the background.

Zhulong's stream was flooded with comments like "So satisfying," "That felt good," and "Big Sister's punishment was perfect."

He scanned the bullet chat and slid his finger across the jade tablet screen: "I said I'd do two matches today. Let's do one more random match."

The fans responded with flattering 'rainbow farts':

"Hooray, Big Sister is in top form, win another one!"

"Random PKs are the most exciting, let's see who we meet."

"Hope we meet someone normal, not another one of those shade-throwing freaks."

Zhulong clicked the random PK button, and a match was found a few seconds later.

Opposite was a cute-style streamer wearing a Lolita dress, ID "Milk Foam Little Dumpling," with over two hundred thousand followers. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw Zhulong.

"Wow, it's Big Sister Candle Shadow Shaking Red. I really love your outfits!"

Her attitude was sincere and enthusiastic, without a hint of hostility.

A hint of softness flashed in Zhulong's eyes: "Hello."

The atmosphere of this PK was exceptionally relaxed. "Milk Foam Little Dumpling" spent the entire time expressing her admiration for Zhulong and occasionally chatting about fashion tips. The fans also interacted harmoniously without any disparaging arguments.

Zhulong's fans naturally didn't make things difficult for her, only sending some small loose tickets. "Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin" and "Lin Daiyu Pulling Up a Weeping Willow" also only sent a few symbolic gifts to keep up appearances.

In the end, Zhulong easily won with a 6-to-4 ratio. For the punishment, he only asked "Milk Foam Little Dumpling" to share her favorite lipstick shade before ending the connection with a smile.

With both PKs over, the atmosphere in the stream remained heated.

Zhulong stared at the newly appeared ID "Wage Slave of the Palace of Hell," paused for a moment, and then said in a deep voice, "Thank you, 'Wage Slave'."

There was a hint of genuine surprise in his voice.

This ID was very new, as if it had just been changed; he had never seen it on the rankings before.

"Wage Slave of the Palace of Hell" replied with a bullet chat in plain white text: "Big Sister is worth it. The anklet earlier was beautiful."

It was very brief; after saying that, he fell silent.

Zhulong didn't ask further, instead beginning to read the thank-you list for the two PK matches.

From "Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin" and "Lin Daiyu Pulling Up a Weeping Willow" to "Wage Slave of the Palace of Hell," and then the dozens of familiar IDs who had sent large amounts of loose tickets—he didn't miss a single one.

When he read "Lin Daiyu Pulling Up a Weeping Willow," his voice softened: "Thank you for the balloon, Wife Daiyu, it's very beautiful."

The bullet chat immediately stirred:

"Big Sister called her 'Wife Daiyu'! Is the rich sister happy?"

"Rich Sister Daiyu, Big Sister called you 'Wife'!"

"Lin Daiyu Pulling Up a Weeping Willow" sent a "Mwah" emoji.

When he read "Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin," Zhulong paused.

In the camera, a crimson figure leaned forward slightly. That face, enhanced by makeup yet still possessing a beauty capable of toppling cities, drew closer as his red lips parted slightly: "And thank you, Brother Coffin."

"Don't spend so much next time, save it to buy some tea."

There was a rare, almost scolding familiarity in his tone.

"Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin" replied with a single "Okay."

But everyone in the stream saw that this top donor's fan badge level immediately rose by another rank.

The bullet chat was once again flooded with "Brother Coffin is totally whipped," "Wife is so good at this," and "Who could resist this?"

Finally, Zhulong said in conclusion, "Thank you for your hard work today, everyone. Winning is great, but losing wouldn't have mattered either. The most important thing is that we have fun ourselves."

"Before ending the stream, as per usual, I'll pick ten babies to receive the same fabric as the 'Flowing Clouds' shawl I wore before. You can find your own tailor to make it."

After saying that, he actually clicked the lottery tool, set the conditions, and started the draw on the spot.

The IDs that were picked cheered in the public chat, while those who weren't wailed, "Big Sister, prepare more next time!"

The atmosphere of the entire stream quickly transitioned from the intense excitement of the PK to a gentle and pleasant mood before ending.

After chatting for a few more minutes and answering a few questions about outfits, Zhulong glanced at the time.

"That's about it, babies. See you tomorrow."

He waved and closed the stream decisively.

The moment the light screen dimmed, silence returned to the Profound Ice Palace, with only a bone-chilling coldness flowing quietly.

The crimson figure on the throne sat still for two seconds as the light and shadow around him blurred and distorted.

The Liuxian Dress, jade hairpin, and makeup... all receded like a tide.

Replacing them was a slender figure shrouded in hazy light and shadow, his aura vast and majestic, his true appearance impossible to discern.

Zhulong's true form lowered his eyes, feeling the 'Power of Vows' and 'Attention' that had gathered through the special contract during the stream.

Though far from the peak of faith in ancient times, for a ninth-rank great demon who had slept for a thousand years and just revived, it was already a rare nourishment.