Chapter 24

Zhang Lin returned to his residence and began to count the results of his storytelling for the past two days.

When he saw that the system showed he had accumulated 1.2 million storytelling points, he couldn't believe his eyes.

"System, could the statistics be wrong? How can there be so many?"

The system prompted Zhang Lin that it was not wrong.

The reason for the surge in storytelling points was that someone had put his storytelling video on the Internet.

It already had tens of millions of views!

And this view count was still growing!

Zhang Lin immediately took a look at the real-time statistics in the system and sure enough found that the storytelling points were rising at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Sure enough, if you want a king-level lottery, you still have to expand your influence."

"Just telling stories in this theater, I guess it would take until the year of the monkey to accumulate one million points."

Zhang Lin's current storytelling points were already enough for a king-level lottery.

He didn't hesitate and said: "System, start the king-level lottery!"

Not long after, Zhang Lin heard the system's feedback.

"Congratulations to the host for drawing the complete Qilin bloodline, the personal version of the Nine Deaths Tomb Armor, and the Xieling artifact Small God Peak."

Hearing that so many things were drawn in one king-level lottery, Zhang Lin was very satisfied.

There is no need to mention this Qilin bloodline; it is an old friend in the Grave Robbers' Chronicles.

It's just that the Qilin bloodline Zhang Lin drew is complete, meaning there are no bloodline side effects!

It is an evolved version of the Zhang family's bloodline and will not have the situation of the little brother's soul-loss syndrome.

And the Xieling leader's artifact, Small God Peak, is actually a sword in the sleeve.

It is very small, but it cuts iron like mud and is very good for self-defense!

What made Zhang Lin most excited was actually the Nine Deaths Tomb Armor.

This thing is the most terrifying ancient tomb mechanism in the Candle-Blowing World.

In Zhang Lin's view, the Nine Deaths Tomb Armor has already exceeded the biological category and is completely a half-mechanical, half-biological thing.

It is extremely sharp and can cut and crush everything; once activated, it does not distinguish between friend and foe!

The tomb owner originally used the Nine Deaths Tomb Armor to guard the ancient tomb.

But once the Nine Deaths Tomb Armor is used, it will crush the ancient tomb as well!

It belongs to a mechanism that can only be used once!

And Zhang Lin's personal version is relatively gentle and controllable.

When Zhang Lin receives external threats, it will turn into a layer of bronze armor covering his skin.

At the same time, it also possesses the original ability of the Nine Deaths Tomb Armor and can crush everything!

With this thing, Zhang Lin basically doesn't have to worry about his life safety anymore.

In this world, I guess there are no masters who can break through the defense of the Nine Deaths Tomb Armor.

Zhang Lin now has the Qilin bloodline, and also the previous novice lottery, the Banshan leader Partridge Whistle's body technique proficiency.

Going down into any ancient tomb, he can guarantee that he will retreat unscathed!

After drawing the rewards, Zhang Lin looked at the fermentation of his storytelling on the Internet.

He felt more and more that it was necessary to get self-protection ability through the lottery!

I guess it won't be long before these mysterious families in the underground world will start to have ideas about him.

No other reason, Zhang Lin knows too much!

However, Zhang Lin, who now has a guarantee because of the storytelling system, is not worried at all that these people will come to find trouble.

……

The next day, just after entering the backstage, the beautiful manager walked over.

The skilled vocal fry made Zhang Lin get goosebumps.

"Mr. Zhang, you're finally here! The guests outside are packed today, all here to listen to your storytelling!"

"I've blocked several waves of media for you, all wanting to interview you."

Zhang Lin calmly pushed away the beautiful manager who was holding his arm.

"Manager Liu, no need to be so polite. I signed a contract with you; how long I should tell, I will definitely tell."

Zhang Lin certainly understood Manager Liu's worry.

Because of Zhang Lin these past few days, the tickets for Sancheng Garden have been selling like crazy.

It has even exceeded the evening crosstalk show.

You must know that the crosstalk small garden of the Deyun Society has always been hard to get a ticket for.

The tickets for storytelling were usually average.

But now that Zhang Lin has come, the scene has reversed.

Only those who can't buy tickets for Zhang Lin's storytelling will buy a crosstalk ticket so as not to make a wasted trip.

Manager Liu certainly doesn't want Zhang Lin, this god of wealth, to run away!

Zhang Lin changed clothes backstage to prepare, and the theater began to be noisy.

Many people who grabbed tickets to listen to the live performance for the first time were very excited.

And the private boxes on the second floor were without exception occupied by big shots.

Zhang Yueshan sat in the private box, with Yin Nanfeng, the person in charge of Xinyue Hotel, sitting next to him.

She looked around at the environment of Sancheng Garden and said with disdain: "This theater is far worse than our Xinyue Hotel."

Zhang Yueshan didn't pay attention to her, but stared at the people coming and going below, full of interest.

"This Mr. Zhang is really capable; people from the south and north, and various tomb-raiding factions that haven't appeared for a long time, have all sent people to mix in."

Yin Nanfeng looked down and sure enough saw the shadow of the Southern tomb-raiding family.

Then she saw a figure that shocked her a little, which was Professor Chen of the National Archaeological Institute.

"Not only that, even the official people have been dispatched."

Old Lady Huo brought Huo Hongxiu and still occupied the old private box.

It's just that no one noticed that after the lights in the theater dimmed.

A thin man in black, wearing a hood, covering his eyebrows and eyes, walked to the second floor.

……

(Asking for flowers, evaluation, monthly tickets, the data hasn't moved for a day, is there anyone still watching?).