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

Now that everything has been exposed, the nephew simply stopped acting: "You are just my nephew. If you dare to donate the house, we will never care about you again. Auntie, you have to think clearly. . How miserable will it be without your loved ones by your side? When you can’t get out of bed, you won’t even have food to eat!”

The younger brother also said: "Sister, it's too late for you to regret it now. Please change your will quickly and leave all your property to Xiao Fei. We can at least give you something to eat!"

Have something to eat? The old man thought of the last period of time in his dream——

She had been lying in bed for too long, and the bedsores had festered all over her back so much that the bones could be seen. The room was filled with a rotten corpse-like stench. My brother couldn't stand the smell. Every time he threw the rice on the table, he would cover his nose and run away without caring whether she could eat it.

She really didn't dare to eat that kind of food.

Grandma Fu said: "I have contacted a nursing home. I have savings and a lot of pension every month. I don't need it and I don't dare to let you support me."

The nursing home may not be perfect, but it is the best place Grandma Fu can arrange for herself.

She said to her brother and his family: "My property belongs to you only if I am willing to give it to you. If I don't give it to you, you don't want any of it!"

……

Ah Li went out all night, and Xiao Mei didn't sleep well either.

After finally staying up until morning, she hurried downstairs and asked, "Is Ahli back?"

All the monsters have gone to rest now, only the sandalwood tree monster is diligently making breakfast.

Hearing Xiaomei's question, he came out with a shovel: "The vixen was sent out to work by the immortal, and he didn't come back. Don't worry, he has grown a lot now, and ordinary people can't catch him."

Xiaomei said a little disappointedly.

At this time, Sang Feiwan also came downstairs and asked casually: "Ali hasn't come back yet?"

The place Ah Li went to was about three hours away from the capital city. He came and went frequently, and it was time to come back in the morning.

Sang Feiwan counted with his fingers, and the look on his face suddenly became difficult to describe.

Xiao Mei saw something was wrong with Sang Feiwan's face. She was worried that Ah Li was in danger, so she worriedly asked: "Is Ah Li okay? Don't you want to meet the monster hunter again?"

Sang Feiwan said: "He's fine. He was delayed a little on the way and will be back around noon. Lao Tan, let's get some chickens for the little fox to eat later."

When Xiaomei heard that Ah Li was fine, she felt relieved and said to the Tanshu Demon: "Just make steamed chicken. If you eat too much fried chicken, it will be too greasy and he will lose hair. I used to make fried chicken for him only occasionally." The chicken will satisfy your craving.”

The sandalwood tree demon said: "I know. The vixen is really good at eating. After going out for a walk all night, you can have a big meal when you come back."

Sang Feiwan had a casual breakfast and went out. All the work at home was almost arranged, so she didn't need to worry about it.

Therefore, she is now going to go to another place to help the supernatural author who was connected last night deal with the aftermath.

At noon, Ah Li came back as expected.

The snow-white fur was originally dirty and dirty, but as soon as he came back, he threw himself into Xiaomei's arms and cried: "Oh, Ah, I almost can't come back. It's too scary outside, it's better to be by Xiaomei's side." "

Xiaomei asked distressedly: "What's going on? Aren't you helping Miss Sang? Why did you come back in such a mess?"

Ahri then told him that his pants were torn and he could only maintain his fox form, and then said:

"I found a car with a Beijing license plate near the highway intersection. I originally wanted to hitch a ride. Unexpectedly, I was discovered halfway there. The owner thought I was a dog and called me a dog. Later. ...Later I took a ride on a pig truck, and those stupid pigs almost trampled me to death..."

Xiaomei: "..."

The place where Lao Gui lives is in a small village somewhere in the south of the Yangtze River, with beautiful mountains and clear waters and beautiful scenery.

It's just that the plane can't fly directly. After leaving the airport late, Sang Fei took two trains and finally took a tractor that was on the way. With the sound of chugging along the way, he finally arrived in front of the old house where Lao Gui lived - don't ask why. If you don't fly with a sword, you just don't want to be shot down in broad daylight.

After all this tossing, the sky will get dark at this moment.

Before Sang Feiwan could knock on the door, the door opened first.

The supernatural author who appeared in the video last night wearing black-rimmed glasses was carrying a suitcase.

When he saw Sang Feiwan, he was stunned for a moment before he suddenly recognized her: "Anchor?"

At this moment, Sang Feiwan was wearing a dark blue gauze skirt, with her long hair pulled into a retro bun. She looked like a peerless beauty from a classical painting.

The old man was so amazed that he couldn't help but said: "It is said that female anchors cannot do without beauty filters, but anchor you are really much prettier in person than in the camera."

He also wants to ask the anchor how old he is and what kind of boyfriend he is looking for. Is he eligible?

But I heard Sang Feiwan say coldly: "It seems you haven't been scared out of your wits yet."

Only then did Lao Gui remember the business and hurriedly said: "Last night... my God, it was so scary. That thing, she, she... she forced me to get married to her..."

Thinking of the scene of worshiping the female ghost, Lao Gui couldn't help but want to cry: "If I had known that I would experience this scene personally, I would never have written such a terrifying plot!"

The reader looks horrified, but the actual horror experienced is multiplied several times.

Every minute and every second last night, he felt like he was scared to death and scared to death. I stayed up until dawn, and then I kept waiting for Sang Feiwan.

He waited and waited until it was almost dark. He really didn't want to experience the horror of last night again, so he packed his luggage and wanted to run away.

But Sang Fei was too late, so he naturally had to put aside the matter of running away.

"Anchor, come in quickly!" Lao Gui no longer dared to be enthusiastic and hurriedly welcomed Sang Feiwan in.

The old house he lives in is a traditional courtyard house. The front yard and the back house are antique, but they are in disrepair and are very old. The gray wall will fall off whenever it touches the wall.

Lao Gui made Sang Feiwan a cup of tea, and said a little embarrassedly: "My place is so shabby, I'm making you laugh."

He couldn't wait to ask again: "Anchor, what should I do next?"

Sang Feiwan asked: "Have you changed the ending?"

Laogui nodded: "I quickly finished it in the afternoon. The ending was changed to the hero meeting a Taoist master... Well, I described the image as the anchor. After all, art comes from life! Then with the help of the master Next, collect the ghosts. Then..."

Then maybe add a side story, such as a romantic relationship scene with a female metaphysics master?

As soon as this idea came up, Sang Feiwan rejected it: "The ending is not good, let's change it. Just write that the male protagonist has a wrong mind, the master of metaphysics is unwilling to help him, and he is dragged into the underworld by the female ghost and has sex with the real person. The ghost couple."

"Ah?" Laogui exclaimed, "If the male protagonist dies, don't I have to die too? No, anchor!"