Was the food poisoned?
Speaking of which, who knows his address? I can't even call 120.
The viewers were stunned, and then they reacted.
Although they guessed this person was the author, they didn't know where he lived!
The viewers watched as Yang Siming safely retrieved his takeout.
He then happily finished those substantial portions of beef brisket with tomatoes.
And then sat there unharmed, continuing to play on his phone.
They were all a bit bewildered.
Is the streamer just passing by this time?
I'm going to grab a bite to eat, this is making me hungry.
Holy crap, I checked my phone during my bathroom break, and this guy seems to be the author I'm following!
!!! It's over, won't this make him so angry he spits blood? This guy deliberately saved two chapters and didn't post them!
When that viewer discovered that the content Yang Siming had just shouted out was in the book they were following,
They were astonished.
Glancing at the still-exploding reader group, they instinctively sent the link to the livestream.
[Gods and Demons Reader Group]
Old Bull Eats Tender Grass: Brothers, hurry and bring your knives, the author is here! He still has two chapters saved up!
Old Bull Eats Tender Grass: @Group Leader, the author is on the livestream, hurry to the hospital and be ready!
Qingqing Ziqin: Holy crap, is that true?! The scummy author really doesn't want to be human anymore!
Rabbit Delicious: Everyone, don't get excited, come to me to get knives if you need them.
Soon, another group of people entered the livestream.
Heard the scummy author is here, came to see for myself.
Live Stream: Daily Healing in the Underworld? The author appearing in this livestream, does it mean he'll have no chance if he doesn't update soon?
Quickly @ the author!
Although these readers were very angry that the author had time to watch videos but not update,
In the face of life, they knew what was more important.
One by one, they quickly returned to the group and @ the author.
Telling him to hurry to the hospital and be on standby in case of emergencies.
Ding~
Ding~
In the livestream.
Yang Siming, lying in bed, found that the reader group was @ing him again.
He swiped to dismiss the messages.
And continued watching his drama.
Seeing this, the readers in the livestream were all picking up their knives, then putting them down, then picking them up again.
This scummy author is truly beyond saving!
They had done their best.
Hahahaha
Yang Siming, who was watching short videos, was completely oblivious and burst out laughing.
He laughed heartily, slapping his thigh.
This uploader is truly amazing, hahahaha.
After the video finished playing once, it started playing a second time.
Yang Siming looked down and saw the uploader's infuriating expression again, and burst out laughing.
Oh my god, I'm getting a stomach ache from laughing, hahaha, ugh!
As he was laughing, Yang Siming suddenly felt dizzy and disoriented.
At first, he thought it was caused by laughing too hard, and his laughter gradually subsided.
However, after waiting for a while, he found that the symptoms did not lessen.
His breathing became rapid.
His chest also began to ache.
He quickly put down his phone and adjusted his breathing, trying to recover.
Cold sweat began to pour out in large drops, dripping into his eyes.
His eyes stung.
But his chest hurt even more.
Yang Siming gradually realized something was wrong, and tried to turn to the side to grab his phone to call 120.
He used a lot of strength, but still couldn't reach out.
I wanted to call 120 just now, but I don't know the author's address.
I really, I @ed you just now, but you refused to look!
Sudden heart attack?
It might be sudden death, I saw it on the news before, staying up late and irregular diet can all cause it.
Does anyone know the address?
The viewers in the livestream wanted to help but couldn't.
The most unbearable were the readers who had entered the livestream.
They could clearly send messages to the author, but he wouldn't even look at them!
It's like seeing someone fall into the mud, you've already extended your hand, but the other person just won't grab it!
Just as the readers were getting anxious, two bullet comments appeared.
Public Security Brigade: The address has been obtained through the appropriate channels, and 120 is on its way.
Tech Worker: The address has been found, the police have been notified, and 120 has been called.
Many viewers who had just experienced the incident with Liang Zheng had already guessed the outcome.
But.
They still couldn't just watch a life disappear before their eyes.
They quietly watched their phones, silently shouting.
Come on!
Hold on!
In the livestream, Yang Siming's face became paler and paler.
Sweat poured down in large drops, quickly soaking his hair and back.
He hunched over on the bed, clutching his chest with one hand.
His expression was contorted with pain.
His pupils had begun to dilate, clearly indicating he had lost consciousness.
Gradually, the movements of the person on the bed became smaller and smaller.
Quieter and quieter.
Finally, even the rise and fall of his breathing could no longer be seen.
No one in the livestream posted any more bullet comments.
They silently watched the livestream, bidding farewell to a life.
Three minutes passed.
In the livestream, a wisp of a soul slowly floated up.
Yang Siming first looked at his hands blankly, then at his semi-transparent body.
Then he looked at himself lying on the bed.
After staring for three seconds, he suddenly realized.
What the heck?! I'm dead?!
He widened his eyes, looking at himself on the bed in disbelief.
I died so young? I died before I even spent all my money?
He clutched his chest, feeling a slight pain.
If only he had ordered spicy crayfish, or some steak!
He only ate beef brisket with tomatoes!
There were hardly any pieces of brisket, and it even had a strange taste!
Yang Siming regretted it so much he wanted to jump, never dreaming he would die so young.
He used to read news about people dying suddenly, but he never took it seriously.
He didn't expect it to happen to him so soon.
Suddenly, he paused, and his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a white figure.
His pupils constricted sharply.
He didn't want to die yet.
At least, not before he spent all his savings, and before his novel dream was fulfilled.
Yang Siming instinctively wanted to run.
His heart was also screaming for him to leave quickly.
However.
He couldn't move his feet at all.
The fear deep in his heart made his whole body tremble.
He could no longer distinguish whether this was fear of death or fear of the white figure.
Seeing the white figure approaching, he instantly lost his composure.
He turned around abruptly and knelt down in front of Jiang Lin.
He started crying.
Streamer Lord Wuchang! I can't go yet, I, my novel isn't finished updating!
His whole body was still trembling, tears streaming down his face.
Although he had also posted in the Live Stream: Daily Healing in the Underworld,
Facing this Lord Wuchang directly,
The aura of death made him unable to remain as calm and composed as when he posted bullet comments,
Or even to joke around.
He was afraid of death, afraid of leaving like this.
There were too many beautiful things in this world that he had not yet experienced.
Jiang Lin looked at the soul in front of him, his expression a little subtle, Are you sure you want to continue updating your novel?
Yang Siming looked at the ground and nodded vigorously.
The sound of his chattering teeth echoed in his mind.