Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 41: I woke up to find the sky had fallen! 67 missed messages and 500 WeChat messages—congrat

Chapter 41: I woke up to find the sky had fallen! 67 missed messages and 500 WeChat messages—congratulations on becoming a national sensation for your house collapse!

2:04 AM.

The first bullet hit the target.

The first to fire was a marketing account called "Dark Night Leaks".

This account has no morals whatsoever.

Four minutes after receiving the email, the account owner downloaded the compressed file and spent fifteen minutes quickly browsing through it. Then his hands started to tremble.

It's not fear.

It's excitement.

This is the biggest, most explosive, and most bombshell-level scoop he has ever seen in his eight years of running a marketing account.

This material cannot be pressed.

Every second of delay is a loss.

Because he wasn't the only one who received the email.

There are forty-seven recipients.

Whoever posts first gets the prize.

The owner of the account "Dark Night Leaks" used the fastest typing speed of his life.

Nine minutes.

A long article of three thousand words.

Image attached: Screenshot of a comparison table of dual contracts (key numbers are marked with red boxes).

Image attached: Screenshot of chat history (the message "None of my business" is enlarged and bolded).

Image attached: Screenshot from a video (only half of it is blurred).

Title 1: Shocking News! Influencer "Tangtang" with Millions of Followers Exposed with Shocking Scandal! Shady Contracts, Tax Evasion of Hundreds of Millions, Hiring Online Trolls to Drive Out Competitors!

2:19 AM.

release.

Then it was like throwing a match onto a dry prairie.

"boom."

2:23 AM.

A second marketing account followed suit.

2:27.

The third one.

2:31.

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth—all at the same time.

At 2:45—

Of the twelve marketing accounts that received the email, nine have already published content.

The angles are all different.

Some focused on dual contracts and tax evasion.

Some focused on those video screenshots.

Some focused on chat logs of hired online trolls harassing their peers.

Every angle is a separate bomb.

When nine bombs explode simultaneously from nine different directions at the same time—

It did not produce a shockwave nine times stronger than the previous one.

It was a nuclear fusion.

It was exactly 3:00 AM.

The trending topics list was flooded with comments.

It's not the kind that occupies one or two spots.

It was slaughter.

From first to tenth.

Ten positions.

It's all her.

#Tangtang evaded hundreds of millions in taxes# - First, the bombshell.

#Tangtang's Yin-Yang Contract# - Second, the explosion.

#Tangtang Hires Online Trolls to Drive Out Competitors# — Third, Boiling Point.

#The Truth About the Tangtang Little Deer Incident#—Fourth, Boiling Point.

#Tangtang's Private Life Video# - Fifth, Hot.

#What does Tangtang's chat history have to do with me?# Sixth, hot.

#Ban Tangtang Across the Internet# — Seventh, Hot.

#TangtangApologizes#—Eighth (Although she hasn't apologized yet, netizens have already reserved their spots).

#Tax authorities, please check Tangtang#—Ninth.

#Little Deer, Did You See This?# Number 10.

This last one—

#Little Deer, did you see that?#

This term wasn't created by marketing accounts.

It was started spontaneously by netizens.

Because the name "Xiao Lu" appeared repeatedly in the exposed chat logs.

Everyone saw that conversation: "It seems like something happened to that little deer."

"What illness?"

"Depression. He attempted suicide by cutting his wrists."

"What does this have to do with us? It's her own fault for having a bad mentality."

The screenshot of this conversation was forwarded more than a million times within thirty minutes.

In the comments section—

It's not anger.

Something heavier than anger.

"Xiao Lu is Su Nian's good friend. Two years ago, she was cyberbullied by Tangtang's online army for a whole week, which resulted in her developing severe depression. She attempted suicide by cutting her wrists and has not yet fully recovered."

"For two years, we always thought it was just bad luck or a lack of mental fortitude on Xiaolu's part. It turns out someone spent 50,000 yuan to hire a large-scale online harassment campaign to 'target and kill' her."

"And the person who gave that order still has 16 million followers today. He's still happily selling products in his live streams. He's still drinking red wine in five-star hotels."

"Is this fucking fair?"

This comment received over 500,000 likes within an hour.

Below this comment, someone posted a picture.

It was a post Su Nian made a year ago.

The picture shows her visiting the fawn at the hospital.

In the photo, the fawn is lying on its side on the hospital bed, with its back to the camera.

She had a long, stitched scar on her arm.

Su Nian stood beside the hospital bed.

No face was photographed.

Only a profile view.

But everyone knew it was her.

She wrote a line below the photo—

"When you get better, I'll take you to your favorite barbecue restaurant."

This post, which only had a few hundred likes a year ago, has been shared three million times tonight.

3:41 a.m.

Tangtang woke up.

I didn't wake up naturally.

I was woken up by my phone vibrating.

The phone vibrated almost non-stop; WeChat, phone calls, text messages, and app notifications were like a printer that had gone mad, spitting out paper at an alarming rate.

She groggily reached for her phone.

I glanced at the screen.

Missed calls: 67.

Unread WeChat messages: 500+.

Brief message notification: 12 messages.

App push notifications: Uncountable, scrolling speed is so fast it's blurry.

Tangtang's drowsiness vanished in an instant.

She sat up.

I opened the first WeChat message.

It was posted by her agent.

Timestamp: 02:31.

"Someone has stolen the data from your phone."

"all."

I meant all of them.

"Get up right now, don't leave the hotel, don't give any interviews, and don't post anything. I'm contacting a lawyer."

Tangtang's hands started to tremble.

She clicked on the second one.

It was posted by her assistant.

"Sis, you're in all of the top ten trending topics."

The top ten—are they all me?

Tangtang's brain was not fully awake at this moment.

My first reaction to the words "It's all me"—

It was a sliver of instinctive, secret joy.

Number one in trending topics across the entire internet?

I'm being talked about on all platforms?

Is the name a nationwide sensation?

Isn't this exactly—

Did she make a wish at Qingyun Temple this afternoon?

This thought lasted only 0.3 seconds.

Then she clicked on the trending topics.

I saw those ten entries.

#Tangtang evaded hundreds of millions in taxes#

#Tangtang's dual contracts#

#Tangtang Hires Online Trolls to Drive Out Competitors#

#Tangtang's Private Life Video#

#Ban Tangtang Across the Internet#

#Little Deer, did you see that?#

Tangtang's pupils dilated.

The phone slipped from her hand.

It landed on the velvet carpet of a five-star hotel.

It wasn't broken.

But her world shattered.

It's the most popular topic online.

It has been achieved.

She's being discussed on all platforms.

It has been achieved.

The name became a nationwide sensation.

It has been achieved.

Word for word.

only-

This "fire".

She was burning herself, and it seemed like she couldn't stop burning.

7:11 a.m.

Tangtang didn't sleep all night.

His eyes were as red as two bloodshot rabbit eyes, covered with spiderweb-like blood vessels.

The hotel carpet was littered with crumpled tissues.

The wine bottle on the coffee table had fallen over, and the deep purple liquid flowed down the tabletop, leaving a large, blood-like stain on the off-white carpet.

For the past five hours, her agent, lawyer, and assistant have been bombarding her with phone calls.

The core content of each phone call is roughly the same—

"Don't go out."

"Don't make a sound."

"Don't go online."

"Wait for news."

But Tangtang wasn't waiting.

She was thinking about something.

Something that had been lingering in her mind ever since she saw it trending at 3 a.m., something she just couldn't shake off.

Qingyun Temple.

Three sticks of incense.

"Let me become the most talked-about person on the internet tonight, with all platforms discussing me, and let my name become famous nationwide."