After playing the role of a female ghost, I became a god?

Lin Xinyin became famous overnight.

The internet was full of people trying to find her identity, and various live broadcast users were frantically describing that moment and the shock they felt to other people who had not watched the live broadcast.

What was even more exciting was that all the believers of God Wukong who were hiding in the crowd ran to the western suburbs to provide support.

In the western suburbs, a professional TV station is broadcasting live.

The weirdness seemed to be free, pouring out from the "entrance" continuously, all in a pitch-black mass.

The reporters were able to remain calm when watching the God's Favored ones fighting fiercely with the weird ones, but when the God's Favored ones lost their fighting ability one by one and retreated to the rear, the reporters could not help but become nervous.

Weird won't watch them live broadcasting and not take action against them on the issue of morality and reputation.

The photographer's hands began to shake: "How about we run?"

"Ah..." The reporter's face was covered with sweat, and he was obviously a little bit exhausted. "But, but... the people from the temple will definitely come to support us, right?"

The audience was so anxious watching it.

The comments section was filled with accusations against the temple:

"What on earth is the temple doing?"

"How dare they say they are protecting the world? They even ask people to pay donations regularly! Shame on you!"

……

I watched as countless gods’ favored ones and soldiers who were fighting against the weirdness on the front line were pinned to the ground.

The audience was getting anxious.

If it were before, such scenes would definitely not have been approved, but now they can be approved, and they can also witness such cruel scenes at the same time.

Not only did they feel the sadness of the death of the rabbit, but they also felt heartbroken for those who were on the front line, especially when compared to the useless group of the Temple, it was even more difficult to accept.

While some people are sacrificing their lives and shedding their blood, others are sleeping soundly in the temple.

Dislike for the Temple continued to grow.

At the same time, they began to hate the God of Light.

In most people’s minds, those favored by God are chosen by the God of Light.

Of course, humans chosen by gods should at least be different from ordinary people, otherwise how can they maintain that superiority?

But what do they do now? They just hide and let ordinary people die.

The number of believers in the God of Light is decreasing.

Instead, the number of believers in Wukong God is increasing.

Whether they were students or office workers, they all stopped what they were doing and silently joined the army of prayer, praying that the God Wukong could save those who were dying.

The weirdness kept increasing, and the darkness almost blocked the sky.

It was as if a rainstorm had hit, plunging the sky and earth into darkness.

The black fog became thicker and thicker.

The reporter's face was covered in cold sweat and she felt like she might die here.

Instinct prompted her to move towards the car while talking, and she couldn't wait to get in and run away.

But reason told her that it would be useless even if she ran now, and she might even be caught up halfway, so it would be better to broadcast until the last moment.

But, but...it's really horrible.

Even if I am going to die, at least I can leave here at the last moment and go back to see my family.

The black fog was approaching.

Her hands, which were holding the microphone tightly, began to tremble - in fact, they had been shaking for a long time, but she only realized it now.

"Never mind!" she yelled, "Let's go!"

The photographer had wanted to leave for a long time. When she shouted, he immediately grabbed the camera and was about to leave, but he suddenly stopped the next second.

He saw something flickering in the black fog.

"What, what is that?" The photographer stared blankly.

The reporter who had already climbed into the car heard his voice and looked back.

Then, her movements stopped.

"It seems like there is... a person favored by God?"

The reporter froze for a moment. On the one hand, she felt very scared as the threat of death was right in front of her. On the other hand, she felt that if she left, she would definitely miss the most special report in her career as a reporter.

Damn damn it!

Why did the weirdness come to this world?

Damn this cult, every one of them is a bitch!

Infinite evil thoughts emerged in her mind, and finally turned into - Oh, God! Great Wukong God, please bless me!

She gritted her teeth, slid out of the car, stood in front of the computer, and started broadcasting again.

We are all going to die anyway, at least this scene will definitely go down in history!

Barrage:

"Holy crap! So dedicated?!"

"Run, run! There's no shame in running away now."

"Oh my God, I can't bear to watch any more..."

The reporter's voice was trembling and his eyes were red, but he still tried to stay calm: "You can see that the scope of the black fog is expanding--"

Barrage:

"Take her away quickly. I really don't dare to watch any more."

"Wait, there really seems to be something glowing in there."

"Are you a follower of the God of No Space?!"

Suddenly, black fog swept in like a tide, and a huge ghost figure came over with the black fog as if trying to break free from something. Its huge mouth opened behind the reporter like a black hole!

"Ah..." The photographer was so surprised that he couldn't make any sound. His throat seemed to be strangled and he lost the ability to breathe. He could only make grunting sounds.

The reporter seemed to sense something, her eyes suddenly became empty and tears fell.

Ahh——am I really going to die here?

God, God, God…

Why can't you save me?

The huge mouth swallowed the reporter in one gulp.

“Damn it!!!” A figure ran over, but her movements were not fast. She looked pale and was obviously exhausted.

The huge ghost shadow just swept away the black mist lightly and swept her away.

The man didn't seem to feel any pain at all. Instead, he looked at the photographer as the plane took off and said, "Go, go..."

The photographer woke up as if from a dream, but he only felt his legs and feet going weak.

Not only did he fail to walk, he also sat down on the ground and began to tremble all over.

Zhang Shiyu looked at the powerless photographer and the A-level monster in despair.

Obviously, countless monsters have been killed, but the "entrance" is huge, and more monsters keep appearing, making it impossible to kill them all.

Even she couldn't help but have a feeling - perhaps believing in the God of Light was a wrong decision.

If everyone believed in "Mukong God", then...

"calm."

The message from the God of Light suddenly came.

"If you want to save them, the only way is for me to descend upon you."

"What?!" Zhang Shiyu was shocked. "You, you can descend upon me?"

"certainly."

"Although using your body to act in the human world cannot exert less than one ten-thousandth of my power, it is more than enough to deal with these little creatures."