The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

"Anchor, you look much better than on TV!" Although I have seen her many times on live broadcasts, it can be seen that the feeling when seeing her in real life is completely different.

In reality, she has the kind of appearance that makes people stunned at first glance, especially the temperament exuding from her body, which is cold and noble, making people dare not have any blasphemous thoughts.

Sang Feiwan said: "Let's go, take me to the basement to have a look."

"well!"

Brother Fa Cai was busy leading the way, introducing the situation in the basement these days as he walked.

On the line that night, after Sang Feiwan calculated that there were corpses hidden in the nine load-bearing pillars in the basement, Brother Fa Cai immediately called the police.

After the police used special instruments to detect the remains in the pillars, they sealed off the entire basement because of the high stakes.

Construction experts have been conducting various assessments these days. In the end, a plan was put together, and it was planned to carry out engineering rectification tomorrow and remove the bones from the pillars.

After arriving at the underground garage, a cold air suddenly hit my face.

Warning cordons were set up near the nine pillars that were sure to contain corpses, preventing anyone from approaching.

Although Sang Feiwan was by his side, Brother Fa Cai became inexplicably frightened when he thought about the corpse hidden there.

Sang Feiwan glanced at him lightly and said, "Just stand here and wait."

Brother Facai was a little embarrassed, "Sorry to trouble you, I am indeed... really timid. In the past few days, whenever I fell asleep, I dreamed of ghost hands reaching out from the pillars and dragging me in. Oh, it's so scary!"

Sang Feiwan said nothing and walked directly behind one of the pillars.

Through the cement and steel bars, she could still hear low cries coming from the pillars, and faint calls for help: "Help me, help me..."

Sang Feiwan stretched out his hand to form a seal and recited the rebirth mantra in a low voice.

The dead souls here have been trapped for too long. Even if they are released, they will not be able to reincarnate because of their heavy resentment.

Sang Feiwan's rebirth spell can help him wash away his grievances and save his reincarnation.

After she finished reciting, she stretched out her hand, trying to pull out the soul trapped inside, but was bounced back by a strong force in the pillar.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a black character "Nine" emerging from the pillar, then flashed away.

"Yinjiumen!" These words flashed through Sang Feiwan's mind instantly.

On the Ghost Festival, Lao Zhang's son picked up money to buy his life on the road and was almost killed.

Wu Qing, who bought his life, claimed to be from the Yinjiu Sect.

Later, Wu Qing's mother and son committed suicide, and the police even questioned Sang Feiwan about this.

Special Yin symbols were used in the pillars to seal the living souls within them. This technique feels somewhat similar to Wu Qing's technique.

After thinking about it, Sang Feiwan called Yu Beiming.

After hearing this, Yu Beiming said: "You are right, that is the unique talisman mark of the Yinjiu Sect. Don't move yet, wait for me to deal with it!"

About half an hour later, Yu Beiming arrived.

He was wearing a light blue Chinese-style tulle gown and a pair of casual jeans. On her feet is a pair of old-fashioned thousand-layer cloth shoes.

Combining two completely different styles, ancient and modern, yet exceptionally harmonious.

Sang Feiwan was a little surprised to see him coming so quickly.

Yu Beiming said: "I am also in Beijing, so it will be faster if there is no traffic jam."

Sang Feiwan said: "I just inspected the nine soul pillars in the basement, and each one is protected by a Yin Talisman. I am probably afraid that someone in the Xuanmen will see through the formation here and save the souls inside."

The power of that talisman is very difficult for ordinary Xuanmen practitioners to unravel.

But it's not difficult for Sang Feiwan, just smash it directly.

She just didn't understand why Yu Beiming was so nervous, and she repeatedly told him on the phone not to act rashly.

Yu Beiming said: "It is not difficult to break the curse, but this kind of curse is closely related to the caster. If you break the spell, the caster can also sense it. I don't want you to get into trouble."

Sang Feiwan smiled mockingly: "Do you think I will be afraid?"

Yu Beiming said: "Of course you are not afraid. But the people around you are not as capable as you, and it is impossible for you to keep them all close to you for protection."

Sang Feiwan's face turned serious: "You mean, they will take revenge on the people around me?"

Yu Beiming nodded: "The Yinjiu Sect is an evil sect that has existed for hundreds of years. They are not necessarily very powerful, and there are not many core members. But the most disgusting part is that there are many disciples at the bottom. Although the government has also arrested them over the years. I tried several times, but I could only catch a few minions."

"Their whereabouts are secretive and their identities vary. They may be pawns of traffickers, or they may be in high positions and lurking in the dark, waiting for revenge like poisonous snakes."

"Even if you have the ability to see into destiny, you have to see someone to see it."

"But before you see through everything, they may have already taken revenge on the people around you. For example, the young master of the Bai family. Or, for example, those fans who seek fortune-telling from you."

"To put it bluntly, they are your followers. Although they have helped you in your cultivation, they have also become a constraint for you."

Sang Feiwan pursed her lips and said, "Do you know where the Yinjiu Sect's lair is?"

Yu Beiming shook his head helplessly: "If I had known about it, I would have asked the officials to clear it up long ago. In fact, I hate them more than you do."

As a result, Sang Feiwan felt very passive.

She could clearly see the poor souls trapped in the pillars, unable to be reincarnated and could only wail in pain.

But if he saves them at all costs, he may put his own believers in danger.

She didn't like feeling so passive, but she couldn't think of a way to get the best of both worlds.

"I'll do it!" Yu Beiming said, and directly smashed the ghost talisman in the pillar with a palm.

Sang Feiwan said: "Aren't you worried about people from the Yinjiu Sect coming to take revenge?"

Yu Beiming smiled: "I don't have so many bonds, so I'm not afraid of their revenge."

After he finished speaking, he walked to Brother Fa Cai and warned: "Don't say to the outside world that the anchor helped you to save the souls of the dead, just say that it was the masters of Longshan Shou who did it. Do you understand?"

Although Brother Fa Cai was a little confused, he still nodded obediently.

Once the Yin talisman in the pillar is broken, it will be easy to transcend.

The nine dead souls who had been trapped for many years disappeared into the void in endless gratitude.

After saying goodbye to Brother Fortune, Sang Feiwan and Yu Beiming walked out of the office building together.

Sang Feiwan asked Yu Beiming: "Have you, Shoulongshan, had any issues with the Yinjiumen? Why did you deliberately expose yourself?"

At first, Wu Qing mistook Sang Feiwan for the person who guarded Longshan, and now Yu Beiming deliberately brought trouble to himself.

Why did he help himself like this?