Weird recovery: Do you call this serious science?

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"?? Still dare to broadcast live?"

"Good guy, this is a deliberate diversion!"

"I want to see how he explains it"

"I believe in pigeons"

"Is this going to tell us how the Cop murlocs cannibalize people?"

Less than a minute after he started broadcasting, tens of thousands of people poured into the live broadcast room in an instant, and broke through 1 people in less than 2 minutes.

Although there was a lot of sarcasm on the barrage, Lin Muge didn't have time to worry about it.

"Brothers, let me make a long story short, I hope that everyone will stop sending words of encouragement in Tin Pencil's live broadcast room, and send some words that hurt him and make him despair."

Under the screen full of "??", Lin Muge took a deep breath and paused.

"Let me tell everyone clearly that the current situation of tin pencils cannot be done by anyone else."

"The only ones who can save them now are themselves."

As soon as Lin Muge said a few words, the number of people in the live broadcast room doubled to 50.

The barrage became even more unfriendly.

"So you encourage them!"

"That's why you started broadcasting?"

"Cancel it, cancel it..."

"I used to think that his three views were right..."

"Can you return all the previous triplets?"

"Wait... I seem to know what Gege wants to do!"

Lemon in the air turned her head.

She was really angry looking at the barrage, but there was nothing she could do.

"There are countless creatures and undead after human death in the sea."

"I believe that the tin pencil has just attracted a lot of uncontrollable fear."

"No one can save them now, only supernatural powers can."

"The more fear that spirits eat, the stronger they become, so tin pencils need fear, despair, and need to feed and strengthen the spirits around them, so that spirits can help them drive away the murlocs."

Lin Muge took a deep breath.

"Brothers, this is the only way. Now we can only hope for supernatural powers."

"I know you have a lot of questions, such as why you should believe in supernatural beings, other things, etc..."

"But...there is really no way around this situation. The reason I started the live broadcast is to tell everyone, stop encouraging tin pencils in the barrage."

"What they need now is not courage, but fear!"

"Everyone, please trust the seniors!"

Yu Xinning bowed deeply to the camera, and even said in a begging tone.

"So what Lin Muge said just now is actually to make Tin Pencil despair again?"

"I knew it was right to believe in pigeons!"

"What if not? What if Lingyi didn't save Pencil? Wouldn't Pencil die in despair under the blow of the barrage?"

"What Lin Muge said makes sense, but I don't know whether I should believe him or not."

"I believe in Lao Lin, if you don't believe in Lao Lin, you can also believe in me!"

A barrage hiding the director rolled over.

The live broadcast room fell into a brief silence.

"Everyone, this is the only hope of survival for the five or six of Tin Pencil and the others."

"I know that you may think that your encouragement will make them burst into miracles, and no matter how bad it is, it will make them die like heroes."

"But in the face of being alive, the so-called miraculous and heroic death is simply...too insignificant."

"Everyone must remember, to be alive, to be alive is the most important thing, and life is always the most important thing, so please believe me."

Lin Muge looked directly at the camera and said very sincerely.

"If... the supernatural really doesn't help Tin Pencil, I will quit the Internet."

He was silent for a while and then said firmly.

"I repeat, I hope everyone will use the barrage to cooperate with me to make Tin Pencil despair. If they still...unfortunately die with everyone's cooperation, then I will quit the Internet without saying a word."

"Everyone can record the screen and take screenshots. Most of you in the live broadcast room are the judges of my words."

[Brother Liang: Old Lin!The main responsibility for this matter itself is not you! 】

[Brother Liang: You just want to save people! 】

【Lin Muge: Yes, I am using my guarantee to let everyone save people】

[Lin Muge: Even if I quit the Internet, I can continue to complete the compilation of the strange creatures behind the scenes]

Lin Muge returned on WeChat.

"Okay, the screen has been recorded, I'm going back to the Pencil live broadcast room"

"I believe in pigeons!"

"I'm going to help spread!"

"To be honest, Gege really doesn't have to do this, does he quit the Internet for a person who committed suicide?"

"Gege is really a high-quality up. I'm really glad that I didn't doubt Gege once even just now."

Seeing Lin Muge being so decisive, even though the netizens in the live broadcast room still had a lot of doubts, they all knew that time was running out.

The topic of #去@铁皮端端直播室打几他们# was also quickly reprinted and spread on Xiaopo Station, driven by director Tibetan Fox and other netizens.

It also includes all kinds of top [-] up masters with great influence in the game area of the living area, such as Old Tomato and Dean Chao.

In just a few minutes, under the leadership of the Xiaopozhan officials, everyone knew the whole story.

Tin Pencil's live broadcast room is even about to break through tens of millions of popularity.

"Senior, thank you..."

Yu Xinning was silent for a while and said with a trembling voice.

"Thanks for what?"

"It's nothing."

She sat on the sofa and watched the live broadcast on TV with her hands clasped.

"Xu Yi, Lin Muge is about to withdraw from the Internet! How stupid is he to give his hope to Lingyi?"

"Um……"

In the underground bar of Shanghai, Xu Yi, who was boarded in a vampire doll, looked outside with some irritability.

Lin Muge just said in the live broadcast that if the tin pencil dies, he will quit the Internet.

But at the same time, if the tin pencil survives, then Lin Muge's reputation in the spiritual realm will reach an unshakable position...

This is not as simple as just one person.

This kind of thinking that one can give up one's future without hesitation for the sake of one's life really... has no black spot...

"Old Wang, we need to consider... joining Lin Muge..."

"What? Aren't we going to build a supernatural resource office?"

He was stunned and asked about the living zombies of the same species as Ji Fanbu on the stage.

"If the tin pencil is saved this time, then Lin Muge is not something we can shake."

"Join if you can't beat it, let alone join such... promising people, it's not shameful."

Xu Yi looked at the iron pencil live broadcast room full of barrages mocking him and said.

"Give it up, really, have you ever seen a pigeon cook? Now you are that spider silk."

"Damn you, do you have to come here?"

"Murloc: My dishes are heated by myself"

"Is this a typical example of committing suicide?"

"I laughed"

"The arm of the mantis is just a car"

With such a rapid spread of public opinion, the barrage in the live broadcast room has become surprisingly unified.

"I……"

The tin pencil glanced at the barrage between panting, and his face instantly turned pale.

The barrage that was full of encouragement and motivation just now turned out to be...

In the violent storm, he felt really chilled, staggered and almost fell.

Looking at the bean-sized raindrops, the tumbling dark clouds, and the murlocs that were darker and more terrifying than the night, and feeling the ridicule and criticism on the barrage, waves of despair surged in his heart.

Amidst the growing fear, he seemed to feel a gust of wind blowing by, and he shivered instinctively.

"careful!"

Just when the tin pencil was in a daze, the murloc jumped up from the bow of the boat and bit him with his mouth wide open.

Even though he was pulled away by his companions, there was still a shocking bloodstain on his arm.

"There is no hope..."

Feeling the smell of blood, all the murlocs below seemed to go crazy, rushing toward the ship like soldiers who were attacking a city in ancient times.

It was already crumbling like a boat and suddenly sank a bit.

"give up……"

Seeing that the barrage was still talking about him at this moment, the tin pencil's last desire to fight gradually dissipated.

"Senior, their eyes are..."

"There's no hope."

Lin Muge held a thousand hands tightly.

"But...you can only be reborn if you put it to death..."

In the picture, everyone on board is hiding in the cabin.

Despair, pain, remorse, all of these gathered fear quietly breeds.

Just when five or six murlocs were about to break through the gate, the rain outside suddenly stopped.

It's not that raindrops stop falling.

Instead, countless bean-sized raindrops suddenly stopped in midair.