Inside a room of a certain villa.

The handsome man looked at the screen, took off the headphones he had been wearing, and for a moment his eyes showed confusion and uncertainty.

Was this person’s voice really that pleasant?

He could barely remember.

After all, he had rarely stayed in that livestream long enough to hear any songs, and he had never even sent the streamer a gift.

He had merely passed by the livestream and clicked into it by chance.

Because his tipping level was high, the streamer had immediately sent him private messages and clung to him.

Thinking carefully, he realized he had never actually heard the man sing.

This voice…

The man’s gaze darkened slightly.

He was still inside the male streamer’s livestream.

Just as he was lost in thought, the screen suddenly split into two again.

The other half displayed that familiar background.

Only then did the man remember the task he had given the male streamer.

Because May Wealth Bloom had been pestering him endlessly, he had someone investigate him.

After discovering that the person stole photos for romance scams, he had instructed the male streamer to expose him.

The man stared deeply at the blank background screen of that livestream.

After a moment of thought, he finally sent a message to the male streamer.

"You don’t need to PK with him anymore."

But it seemed too late.

The connection had already been established.

The male streamer did not even check his private messages.

For some reason, despite having done countless PK connections before, he felt strangely nervous this time.

Perhaps he was afraid the other side would reject him again.

That was one hundred and fifty thousand yuan.

Being nervous was understandable.

Wen Ruyu did not know the male streamer was deliberately targeting him.

When he saw the familiar username appearing in the connection interface, he recognized him immediately.

"You again?"

Before the male streamer could even prepare his opening line, Wen Ruyu spoke calmly.

"I won’t turn on the camera."

With one sentence he blocked every argument the male streamer had prepared.

All the lines about persuading him to turn on the camera and prove his innocence were stuck in his throat.

He could not say a single word.

At that moment he did not even feel like saying them.

That gentle and cool voice came through the headset again.

It seemed to carry some fatal attraction, scratching precisely at the heart.

He had been a streamer for many years and had heard countless pleasant voices.

Yet never had someone’s voice caused him to feel something like this.

It was like a feather gently brushing against the tip of his heart.

It itched.

So much that his heart felt uncomfortable.

His eyes drifted toward the words displayed in the lower right corner of Wen Ruyu’s stream.

Three Carnival Gifts to add the streamer as a friend.

Before he realized it, he spoke.

"Then how about this? The loser adds the winner as a contact."

Only after speaking did the male streamer realize that no matter who won or lost, the result would be the same.

He coughed awkwardly.

The tips of his ears reddened slightly.

"The winner can refuse."

Even he felt that sounded suspiciously like covering up his intentions.

But this person stole photos to run scams.

And he had angered a Level 75 big spender.

Perhaps it would be better to add him privately and advise him.

It would be best if whatever conflict existed could be resolved early.

After all, Level 75 did not merely represent money.

It represented power and wealth far beyond ordinary imagination.

Offending someone like that meant that ruining a small streamer like him would take only seconds.

Just like what had happened to him today.

He should at least warn him.

Not everyone would be as kind as he was.

Wen Ruyu paused for a moment.

It seemed as if he were hesitating.

After a few seconds he responded quietly.

"Alright."

The moment the male streamer spoke, the livestream comments exploded.

"So we were supposed to expose him. Why are we adding each other as friends now? Are you seduced by beauty? Oh wait, he doesn’t even have a camera on."

"Even if his voice is nice, that doesn’t clear him of photo stealing scams. Did you forget why you came here?"

"I feel like you have ulterior motives. Are you falling for his voice?"

"To be fair, his voice really is nice. Maybe he’s just in the wrong category. That doesn’t necessarily mean he’s stealing photos."

"Exactly. Just because he won’t turn on the camera doesn’t mean he’s a scammer. Tons of game streamers and singing streamers don’t show their faces either."

Although there were still many accusations about photo stealing scams, the comments were no longer overwhelmingly one sided.

The long time followers finally began pushing back.

"Yeah. People keep calling our streamer a scammer. Has anyone actually been scammed? Barely anyone even has his contact."

"If you’re accusing him of scams, show some evidence. Don’t shout nonsense without proof."

"With a voice like this, I don’t even care what he looks like. I’m following."

The moment Wen Ruyu spoke, small gifts had already begun appearing in his livestream.

They were not worth much, but the stream finally became lively.

This time the PK bar was no longer completely one sided.

Wen Ruyu’s side was still behind.

But the bar slowly climbed upward.

However, the male streamer had far more followers.

Many new viewers had arrived and had not heard the earlier singing.

Seeing their streamer losing, gifts poured in like rain.

The PK bar immediately widened again.

New streamers could not compete with veteran ones.

Especially not someone like the original host whose livestream usually had only dozens of viewers.

Without any surprises, Wen Ruyu would lose this round as well.

But Wen Ruyu did not care.

Even though he was no longer eating, he still did not shout for votes like other streamers.

His eyes rested on the screen.

Yet his gaze seemed distant.

He was clearly distracted.

He was thinking.

This dungeon definitely had something strange about it.

He did not believe that all ninety eight previous players were fools.

Among so many people, there must have been intelligent and cautious individuals.

Yet all of them failed.

Which meant Yang Ruiqing still died.

Did Yang Ruiqing’s death truly have anything to do with the original host’s photo stealing scam?

Or did someone already want him dead?

Perhaps the original host had simply provided the perfect excuse.

A reason with no logical flaws.

Wen Ruyu leaned toward the second possibility.

Whether the original host existed or not, Yang Ruiqing would probably still be killed.

That was most likely why the previous players had failed.

So who wanted him dead?

Was the killer among the people the original host had been deceiving?

Wen Ruyu searched through the memories he had inherited.

But the original host’s memories of those people were vague.

Perhaps because he was not the original host himself.

Wen Ruyu lowered his eyes in thought.

He dragged the livestream window to the side and opened the chat records.

If he could not find answers in memory, perhaps the chat records would reveal something.

Nothing.

There was nothing.

Most of the messages were from the original host.

The other side only replied occasionally, and often in a perfunctory manner.

Because Wen Ruyu was reading the chats, the chat window completely covered the livestream interface.

He did not notice that someone had just sent him a Carnival Gift.

And the person sending the gift…

was the same Level 75 big spender who had privately messaged the male streamer.

Half a minute earlier, the man had entered Wen Ruyu’s livestream.

When a Level 75 user entered a livestream, a special notification appeared.

It even came with a unique glowing effect.

"Welcome Yi Wen Bu Zhi to the livestream."

The viewers immediately noticed the notification.

The comments paused for a second.

Then the entire screen exploded.

"A Level 75 big spender! I’ve never seen a real Level 75 user before!"

"Seventy five? How much money does it take to reach that level? Tens of millions at least."

"Level 75 means tens of millions minimum. And that’s just the platform limit, not the limit of his wealth."

This was the second time the man had entered this livestream.

He ignored the flattery in the comments.

The moment he entered, his gaze landed on the text displayed in the lower right corner of the stream.

Three Carnival Gifts to add the streamer as a friend.

How cheap.

Even cheaper than the words suggested.

After all, when he had previously passed by this livestream, he had not even sent a gift.

Yet the streamer had eagerly tried to add him as a friend.

Now even losing meant someone would add him.

What was this supposed to be?

Casting a wide net?

A mocking smile appeared on the man’s lips.

Yet an inexplicable anger rose in his chest.

Even he did not understand where it came from.

His gaze shifted toward the PK bar that had nearly disappeared under the opponent’s advantage.

His fingers paused briefly over the gift panel.

The next moment…

The Carnival Gift effect exploded across the screen.

Not one gift.

But one hundred.

The animation filled the entire screen.

The dazzling effects almost blinded the viewers.

Gift notifications rang out endlessly.

The PK bar in Wen Ruyu’s stream shot upward like a rocket.

In an instant it crushed the male streamer’s side.

The gift animation lasted for half a minute.

"One hundred Carnival Gifts! That’s insane!"

"This is the power of a Level 75 spender!"

"Three hundred thousand yuan just like that!"

"Thank you Yi Wen Bu Zhi! Boss is amazing!"

The male streamer had already believed he was about to win.

He had even begun smiling.

But when he looked up again, the PK bar had completely reversed.

His smile froze instantly.

He opened the gift list.

When he saw who had sent the gifts, his heart tightened.

It was the Level 75 spender who had contacted him.

The boss…

had personally stepped in.

The PK countdown ended.

Wen Ruyu won with overwhelming advantage.

Because Wen Ruyu had been reading chat records, he had not even noticed the screen.

Nor had he seen the one hundred Carnival Gifts.

But he saw the notification that he had won.

"Thank you everyone for the gifts."

He did not thank anyone individually.

After that single sentence, he continued.

"Today’s stream ends here. See you next time."

Then he ended the stream immediately.

So quickly that no one had time to react.

The next second the viewers saw a notification.

"Current livestream has ended."

Yi Wen Bu Zhi: "…?"

The viewers: "…?"

The people who had entered because of the gifts: "…?"

Everyone in the livestream was stunned.

Both long time followers and new viewers were completely confused.

"Are you stupid? You just won the PK and received one hundred Carnival Gifts, and you ended the stream?"

"The big spender is still in the stream! Don’t you want to know who sent the gifts?"

"Streamer, come back! I’m ready to send three Carnival Gifts to add you!"

"What kind of streamer is this? Receives three hundred thousand in gifts and leaves without even thanking properly."

The man who had sent the gifts sat before his computer.

Looking at the cold notification on the screen, the mocking smile on his face froze.

A rare trace of surprise appeared in his eyes.

He had assumed that after seeing one hundred Carnival Gifts, this streamer would behave like all the others.

Lowering himself immediately.

Using the most flattering tone possible to please him.

And after the stream ended, he would probably cling to him shamelessly again, perhaps even more than before.

But instead…

the streamer simply ended the broadcast.

How dare he.

The man suddenly laughed in anger.

Chapter 5

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