I really don't want to work in the world of weird rules!

Upon hearing Gu Changyuan's words, the smiling face on the television screen suddenly stopped.

"There was no real audience, and they relied entirely on low-quality cheering sound effects to make up for it. Even the unique punishment segment was cut out, and the size of the live band was also greatly reduced."

Gu Changyuan's mind conjured up the dense black-and-white posters on the walls of the waiting room.

Without exception, the scenes depicted on the posters are all live talk shows with packed audiences and enthusiastic interaction between the performers and the audience.

If that waiting room reflects the host's true inner self.

That monster absolutely hates this kind of cheesy, modified process.

"Overall, it feels like a cheap, defective product made to cut production costs."

This statement is extremely dangerous. If he is judged to have "maliciously belittled the program," he will be beheaded immediately. But since he is going to die anyway, he might as well gamble on a bigger bet.

We'll give it our all.

Gu Changyuan glanced at the center of the stage, feigning fear.

His gaze swept over the pig-headed conductor who reeked of stench.

"Is the reason the show was so drastically shortened entirely because they spent a fortune to invite that 'high-profile' special guest?"

The characters on the television screen instantly became disordered.

Emojis have completely disappeared.

But just half a second later, that familiar smiling face forced its way back.

The contestants need not trouble themselves with these internal planning schemes.

I'm so sorry.

He readily admitted defeat.

In fact, he didn't even dare to look at that disgusting dead pig's head for long during that brief glance.

"I've always been a die-hard fan of 'Tuesday Quiz Show,' and I finally had the chance to perform on stage. Seeing the show cut like this, I was really indignant and spoke rudely. I hope you can forgive me."

Ah, what a devoted fan! But the entertainment industry is always this cruel.

The host's screen went dark, like still water.

[As long as the ratings are good, no matter how bad the format, catering to the audience is a basic quality of entertainment professionals!]

"I see."

Gu Changyuan lowered his voice.

"But whether the audience will accept it or not is too early to say. At least I personally think the old shows were better. The soul of those talk shows was the real interaction with the live audience and the atmosphere they created."

The darkness on the screen seemed to have intensified.

"This kind of low-quality remake that ignores the host's life and death and forces a replacement... Ah, my bad for talking out of turn, I'm sorry, I overstepped my bounds."

Gu Changyuan feigned a look of fear and trepidation, and quickly added a sentence.

"Moreover, I felt that interacting with you during the original segment was really exhilarating."

The monster host stood frozen in place like a statue.

A blinding flash of static suddenly appeared on the dim screen.

The piercing alarm bells suddenly rang out.

[Ah! Only 60 seconds left before recording restarts!]

The emoticon smiley face popped back up in the center of the screen.

Come on everyone, let's get ready for the climax!

Mr. Deer, please return to your original position and get ready.

"OK."

[Countdown begins! Ten, nine, eight.]

The host turned around and began counting down the seconds with great emotion in front of the camera.

But Gu Changyuan keenly sensed that the other party's fanatical attitude of staring intently at the camera had clearly shown a crack.

The fish has taken the bait.

The foreshadowing has been laid deep enough.

Gu Changyuan nodded slightly to it and quickly walked back to his own platform.

A few seconds later.

【Well then, Mr. Badger.】

[Now it's really your turn to answer!]

The deadly game has started again.

Will Mr. Badger be able to become a proud member of the choir? Let's wait and see!

Han Yan seemed to have seen through life and death in those thirty minutes, his expression revealing a numb acceptance of fate.

He quickly mouthed something to Gu Changyuan.

Thank you.

Gu Changyuan's lips twitched violently. Was this supposed to be his dying words, thanking him for buying him thirty minutes to write his will? Don't be ridiculous, who wants to hear that?

Gu Changyuan frantically gestured and responded with exaggerated mouth movements.

The message conveyed consisted of only three words.

"You answered correctly."

Han Yan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; he looked at Gu Changyuan as if he were a madman.

Gu Changyuan could completely understand his shock.

If you answer correctly, your head will be ripped off and turned into a musical instrument; it would be better to answer incorrectly and be burned to ashes on the spot.

But only in this way can we break through the impasse.

Han Yan turned to look at Yang Shiyin, who was standing to the side, feeling completely lost.

Yang Shiyin nodded at him with a firm look in her eyes.

[Mr. Badger? Countdown: Three seconds left.]

"Ah! Uh. Okay, I'll answer."

Han Yan closed his eyes in despair and roared hysterically.

"Choose 2! Human!"

【Oh oh oh oh!】

The poor-quality audience screams echoed throughout the studio.

Gu Changyuan stared intently at the corner diagonally above him, finally waiting for it to happen.

The soft sound of paper fluttering.

Something appeared out of nowhere in the dark corner.

It's a postcard.

It was the same eerie postcard they used when they entered this ghost story.

The conversation I had with Li Zihao came flooding back.

"Manager, are you saying that as long as special permissions are used, it is possible to interfere with the internal workings of the ghost stories through media?"

[That's right, but my equipment has limited permissions; it can only deliver miniature supplies into the strange phenomenon.]

"That's enough, just bring that thing in."

Gu Changyuan's gaze was fixed on the flimsy postcard.

It slid silently down through the gap between light and shadow, and then a small AAA battery burst out from it at a terrifying speed that broke the sound barrier.

Gu Changyuan took a deep breath.

The tiny battery seemed to carry destructive kinetic energy, heading straight for the monster in the center of the stage, and then smashing into a target with unparalleled force.

It was one of the silver plates from which the head was suspended.

Please smash it over here with all your might.

The sturdy, thick pure silver tray was as fragile as paper, instantly dented and twisted by the impact of the battery.

This terrifying, supernatural power that defies common sense is chilling.

Gu Changyuan thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

He recalled the entry about Li Zihao in "The Mysterious Exploration of Ghost Stories".

Employee D

Codenamed Lizard, his final position is team leader, which is equivalent to a manager.

The on-site investigation team consisted of personnel with exceptional pure combat skills, a rarity indeed.

When faced with bizarre phenomena that severely test intelligence and logic, people often resort to brute force to overcome them. A famous saying goes: "Only those lacking combat skills need to use their brains."

In other words, if even his overwhelming force cannot cause harm, then the situation is truly hopeless.

If this battery were to directly attack that pig-headed conductor, it might actually trigger the invincibility effect of an important target in the ghost story.

But what if the target is just a silver plate to hold props?

Since this powerful figure possesses the extraordinary attribute of "violent exorcism ghost stories," destroying a mere prop is absolutely no problem for him.

His gamble paid off.

The silver plate had been smashed open, leaving a horrifying dent.

That being the case.

Gu Changyuan was drenched in cold sweat, but he bit his lip hard to suppress his laughter.

[Great job, Mr. Badger! You got it right!]

Logically speaking, Han Yan should have his head ripped off and hung on a silver platter by now.

But for an artist who has just lost his beloved instrument, the situation is quite different; the monster has no intention of continuing a normal performance.

[The conductor?]

The monster stiffly opened its foul-smelling pig-like mouth.

The decaying cheek muscles were forcibly torn apart, and the jawbone was dislocated and opened at an extremely bizarre angle.

The cheap cheering sound effects abruptly stopped, turning into a series of harsh noises.

[Hmm, it seems our special guest has suddenly had a burst of new inspiration! What kind of groundbreaking performance method could it be? We're really looking forward to it!]

The pig-headed monster let out a terrifying howl that ripped through eardrums.

Twisted sound waves gushed from the scarlet mouth.

The contestant is still waiting, conductor, please guide him to join the choir family as soon as possible!

A heart-wrenching, desperate scream.

A surge of intense physical nausea welled up, my brain felt like it was being shredded and chaotic, a jumble of random thoughts flooding in: What stupid thing did I do? How is this possible? Have you ever seen a live bug? I want to sing. This choice was a huge mistake. As expected.

The deafening band music slammed down, forcefully drowning out the curse-like sound waves that were enough to drive anyone insane.

"Well!"

That's absolutely insane.

Tick, tick.

A few glaring splashes of blood appeared on the pale floor.

It was fresh blood overflowing from Gu Changyuan's nasal cavity.

You idiot!

The image freezes.

How dare you desecrate my stage!

Gu Changyuan struggled to lift his head.

In deathly silence.

With a loud bang.

At the very center of the stage, the arrogant, terrifyingly imposing pig-headed conductor was instantly engulfed by eerie black flames and burned to ashes.