Live fortune telling is so popular that global bosses ask me to come out

In front of a house facing the road.

Crowded.

Ever since they found out that this house was Deng Yun's childhood home, many people from the surrounding area flocked here.

Wan Die stood at the door of the house, holding a stick of incense and some clothes in his hand.

At her feet was a brazier that had been prepared long ago.

"Family members, the anchor is brave, today I will take you to find out about Deng Yun, a young flower who is very popular in the entertainment industry."

"Today is the day she returns to her soul. I have already arrived at the scene. There are already many people here."

"It can be seen that Ms. Deng's name is really good. If I hadn't come earlier, I would have been behind."

The speaker was an old acquaintance of Redcomb.

That's right, it's Wang Changshan.

Wang Changshan held up his newly purchased selfie stick and shouted at his family members in the live broadcast room.

I can only yell because the surroundings are too chaotic.

If the sound is too low, family members in the live broadcast room may not be able to hear it.

"No, the anchor is brave enough. I didn't see you being the only anchor here?"

"Good guy, people want life but not money, he wants money but not life."

"Um... This shouldn't be to that extent, right? After all, there are so many people around, what's the matter with one more live broadcast anchor?"

"I don't know, maybe... probably... maybe those anchors are timid?"

Wang Changshan looked at the barrage without answering.

There aren't many big anchors like fortune tellers, so it's not worthwhile to risk Redcomb's trouble by coming here.

But he is different, he is someone who has a relationship with Red Comb.

Wang Changshan smiled from ear to ear as he looked at the rising popularity of the live broadcast room.

This heat is even higher than the last time I rubbed the red comb.

The popularity of the little girl in the entertainment industry plus the traffic that comes with Redcomb are simply amazing.

Wan Die glanced at Wang Changshan, the most chatty person, and said nothing.

The master probably asked him to come. He'd better be honest this time, otherwise, she won't give it even to the master!

There are still 5 minutes left before midnight.

At this moment, the crowd suddenly became silent, and a gap opened on both sides.

The silver-white high-heeled shoes walked towards Wandie in the silent night, and the fluttering red skirt tore through the night and walked in front of her.

"Master, are you here?"

Hongshu waved his hand, indicating that she would wait for a while.

Then walked towards Wang Changshan.

Wang Changshan was so excited that he pointed the camera directly at Hongshu's face.

Redcomb: "..."

"Daozhang Wang seems to be getting more aggressive after not seeing you for a day."

"Don't dare, don't dare." Wang Changshan rubbed the hem of his clothes and looked at Hongshu apologetically.

He quickly took the lens back.

"Since you want to shoot, let's shoot well!"

I couldn’t photograph anything anyway.

After saying this, Hongshu walked up to Wandie.

Then he looked up and said, "The time has not come yet, you have to wait for a while."

Wan Die nodded repeatedly: "It's almost there, only 3 minutes left."

Wan Die said, nervously clutching the clothes in her hands.

Only 1 minutes left.

Hongshu motioned to Wandie to put down Deng Yun's clothes.

Looking at the time, just when the clock struck zero, the red comb instantly lit up Deng Yun's clothes and incense.

"Call her name."

Wan Die clenched her fists nervously and looked into the distance hopefully.

"Deng...Deng Yun, Yunyun..."

Wan Die shouted one after another.

At first, she couldn't shout in front of so many people.

But soon, longing surpassed everything else.

"Yunyun, Yunyun, can you come back? I just want to take a look at you, just one look..."

Some of the people around were Deng Yun's fans, and they couldn't help but shout together with Wan Die.

Seeing this, Hong Comb frowned slightly.

Deng Yun was not familiar with their voices, but he knew Wan Die's voice, if their voices could overwhelm Wan Die's voice.

just in case……

When Hong Comb was trying to think of a way to highlight Wan Die's voice, he saw a soul in the distance stumbling towards this side.

Deng Yun didn't know why it turned out like this.

Although she has dated many male-god-level figures in the industry, she has always been friendly with others, and even when she breaks up with others, she is always polite.

Even after the breakup, we often treat each other to dinner. After all, we are all colleagues.

But she didn't expect that she would fall into Qing Yan's trap.

Although the two of them often overlap in resources, netizens often compare them together.

However, Deng Yun never really regarded Qing Yan as an opponent.

However, it wasn't until the cold knife scratched her face that she realized in surprise that Qing Yan already hated her so much.

They all hated her so much that they wanted her to die.

Qing Yan let her watch her face being peeled off bit by bit, without anesthetic or anything.

She was in terrible pain, but it was far less than the pain in her heart.

The thought that she would never see the person she wanted to see again made her so sad that she couldn't breathe.

Soon, she went to the underworld, but was told that her obsession was too deep and she had no choice but to go to the City of Futile Death, so she went.

There are really many ghosts in the City of Wasted Death, and there are all kinds of death signs.

But Deng Yun was not afraid.

Because she could see fear on the faces of those hateful-looking ghosts.

Even those ghosts are afraid of what they will look like after death.

How ugly will she be after death?

She didn't dare to look in the mirror, so she shrank to a corner of the city every day, feeling confused and confused.

Until one day, a warm light fell on her face, and she subconsciously touched it.

I was surprised to find that my skin was different.

Walking on the road, those ghosts no longer looked at her in fear.

She finally dared to look in the mirror.

During the Hungry Ghost Festival, the door of hell opened wide. She didn't want to return to the human world at first because of this face that had restored her appearance, but she still wanted to go back again.

When she came out of the ghost gate, she heard a familiar voice.

There was also a familiar smell, so she subconsciously walked in that direction.

But soon, a voice calling his name neatly and powerfully sounded, overshadowing the voice he was most familiar with.

She also stayed there blankly.

But soon she was moving again.

That neat sound...she remembered.

She heard many familiar voices, at concerts, at birthday parties, at the airport...

That is the voice of her fans Villeroy & Boch.

Villeroy & Boch is the fan name she gave to her fans, which means that each of them is her unique treasure.

She lost her parents and home when she was young.

Therefore, she desires love more than ordinary people, which is why she chose the entertainment industry despite her excellent academic performance.

It didn't matter whether she had money or not. A painting of hers could sell for hundreds of thousands, and her random design drawings were even priced at 50 yuan. She was not short of money at all.

She just wants someone to like her.

……

When Hong Comb saw Deng Yun, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Deng Yun's eyes swept across everyone, and finally slowly drifted to Hongshu: "I remember you, it was you who healed my face."

This breath is exactly the same as the breath of warm light.

"it's me."

"It's me who calls you back."

The moment Hong Comb's voice fell, the Villeroy & Bao people who couldn't see Deng Yun's soul had red eyes.