The apocalyptic livestream attracted a lot of haters, alarming the government.

Ye Xiao frowned and quietly observed the actions of the people at the street corner.

The group stopped in front of a building. At the foot of the building was a strange plant with green vines that had spread across most of the building, bearing white, basketball-like fruits.

As soon as they got close, the men raised their guns and pulled the triggers at the huge flower bud that was slowly descending upwards.

A strange hissing sound came from the flower bud.

After a burst of gunfire, several huge flower buds were smashed to pieces.

The bald man then walked over, pulled out the machete strapped to his leg, knocked down several white fruits from above, and threw them at the people behind him.

The two people behind took the white fruit, and the gloomy man cut off a piece with a knife and threw it at the woman.

The woman hurriedly took it and then wolfed it down into her mouth.

The four of them, holding fruit, ate as they turned the street corner.

Can you eat that stuff?

Ye Xiao was overjoyed. He waited by the window for a few minutes, and when he saw that there was no more movement outside, he carefully went downstairs.

He peeked his head out of the building, and after confirming there was no immediate danger, he jogged to the vines bearing white berries. He used a crowbar to knock down a few berries.

Holding the huge ginkgo nut, I jogged back into the building.

Ye Xiao returned to the small building and sat down on the sofa. He used a crowbar to poke a hole in the fruit; the outer skin was crisp, and it tasted like a melon.

But the naan inside was strange; it had red streaks on it, and the flesh looked like blood and flesh.

It has a chewy texture, a sweet taste, and a very fragrant aroma.

I don't know what this thing is, but as long as it's edible, that's fine.

Ye Xiao huddled in the small building, clutching the fruit, not daring to leave, because the sky outside was soon darkening.

The room was very dark because there was no lighting. The live stream chat on one side kept popping up, with many viewers clamoring for him to go out and take risks.

[Hongtian Yijian: What's going on? It's so dark I can't see anything.]

[Mango Milkshake: Apocalypse? Are there zombies? I want to see zombie fighting.]

[Mickey Mouse Clubhouse: Is the streamer just going to sit there like that? That's so cowardly!]

[Second Master arrives: What? No script? Not performing anymore?]

……

Ye Xiao's eyes twitched violently. A bunch of people who didn't even bring gifts, all they knew was to egg him on to his death.

And this "Second Master is here" again, why is it this guy again? Why is he always trying to get attention here?

By the way, you should have 1000 followers by now, right?

Ye Xiao hurriedly checked his follower count, which was based on actual new followers in the live stream.

His live stream probably isn't getting any recommendations or anything right now, so being able to find his live stream at this point is quite a coincidence.

He originally had no fans, with only a double-digit number of followers, not even reaching forty.

Gaining a thousand new followers today is quite an achievement.

[Currently has 1123 followers. Once the follower count reaches 1000, the player teleportation function is enabled.]

[Based on system evaluation, selection will be conducted comprehensively based on three dimensions: the degree of nitpicking, the level of interaction, and the duration of viewing...]

[One lucky viewer will be randomly selected from the live stream to be transported to the post-apocalyptic world and experience it alongside the streamer...]

Right after the system notification, Ye Xiao saw a slot machine suddenly appear in mid-air in front of him.

The comments section on one side instantly exploded.

[Three Foxes: Holy crap, what is this? A lottery machine?]

[Milk Egg Not Bland: Holy crap, is the streamer going to do a giveaway? I hope I get picked!]

[Falling into the Sea and Becoming an Immortal: Winning the Prize!]

……

Ye Xiao frowned, looking exasperated. "Are you sure? This wasn't set up by me. It was set up by the apocalypse livestream system. It automatically selects people, and those who are selected will be transported here to suffer with me."

Ye Xiao sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said, "Heh, I wonder who will be the unlucky one?"

[Three Foxes: Holy crap, is this for real?]

[Han Jiangxue: Damn, I'm drenched in sweat, brothers!]

[Milk Egg Not Bland: I take back what I just said]

[Falling into the Sea and Becoming an Immortal: It was my fault for being so sharp-tongued. I was wrong

[Sheep eats wolf: Is the streamer just bluffing?]

[Second Master is here: Keep making things up. If you're so capable, pick me and let's see what you can come up with.]

……

Just then, the pole in mid-air suddenly pulled down automatically, and then the three rollers in the middle began to continuously scroll up and down the viewers' avatars and names in the live broadcast room.

After a series of tumbling motions, the rapidly spinning wheels gradually came to a stop, displaying the same avatar.

An ordinary system avatar, the ID is "Second Master is Here".

Ye Xiao, who was sitting on the sofa, immediately sat up straight. The smile that gradually spread across his face was magnified in the live broadcast room.

"Haha, let's congratulate Second Master on his arrival!"

boom!

A figure suddenly appeared two meters away from the sofa, and the man fell flat on his backside.

He sat blankly on the ground, the light from his phone still shining, illuminating his slightly bloated, yet utterly bewildered face.

The man was wearing a long-sleeved plaid shirt, jeans, and ordinary sneakers.

He wasn't very tall, just over 1.7 meters, and his face was pockmarked with many acne scars. He looked like an extremely ordinary man in his twenties.

He was sitting on the ground with a blank expression, looking around, seemingly not yet fully aware of his current situation.

"Oh, hello there! You've arrived, Second Master?"

The person sitting on the sofa leisurely crossed their legs, propped their chin up, and looked at the person sitting blankly on the floor with a leisurely air, as if observing the other person's expression.

The live stream chat on one side had already exploded with messages, filled with repetitive characters—exclamation marks and the word "Holy crap!"

They all seemed to be so shocked by the scene in the live broadcast room that they lost their ability to speak.

"Where is this?"

As expected, the person on the ground asked the question. Ye Xiao shrugged and spread his hands in response.

"Dude, seriously? Didn't you just leave a message in my live stream? Didn't you see it?"

Ye Xiao's grin did not make the people on the ground feel friendly; instead, it gave them a sense of dread.

"The system will randomly select lucky viewers to be transported to the apocalypse and experience it together with this streamer!"

Ye Xiao reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, turned on the screen to reflect his face, and said with a grin:

"What? You've forgotten so quickly?"

The person on the ground stared blankly, mouth agape, "You, you...you're that streamer, Yexiao?"

Ye Xiao nodded, "Yes, yes, that's me!"

The man on the ground suddenly turned his head and looked around. The room was a mess, filled with the smell of decay. He dazedly got up and walked unsteadily to the window.