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

"Yang Yao, do you know what you are doing?" Sang Feiwan asked in a cold voice.

"I'm in class, playing "Moonlight" to my students. Their understanding is too slow. I taught for several days and demonstrated over and over again, but they just couldn't learn it and couldn't play it well - you Who is it? Why do you know my name?"

He wanted to find Sang Feiwan, looked through the source of the sound, walked up to Lao San, and then turned his face in front of the camera.

Netizens in front of the camera: "..."

The piano music stopped, and the four boys suddenly woke up, and then they hugged each other with "Ahhhhhh" in surprise and howling in fear.

Yang Yao was a little angry when he saw this: "How can you make such a scene in music class?"

The four boys were stunned with fear, shaking and shaking.

"Yang Yao, you are dead, please remember!"

As Sang Feiwan's voice came out, it was like a breeze blowing away his chaotic thoughts, and many forgotten memories came back.

The existence of ghosts is mostly obsession.

Yang Yao's obsession is to become a famous pianist, but the ideal is full, but the reality is cruel. He is just a child from an ordinary family with mediocre qualifications. His enthusiasm alone is not enough to get him to a high position.

After graduation, he became a high school music teacher.

He retreated to the next best thing and thought that if he could train students to become talents, he would be able to realize his dream in disguise. For this reason, he specifically applied to the school to open a piano class.

Unfortunately, before he could teach his students, he accidentally fell down the stairs and broke his neck and died.

He died, but his obsession remained. Every night, he would play the piano and teach music in the music classroom, unaware that he was dead. Little did he know that his obsession and actions once brought panic to the school.

Later, this teaching building was abandoned. Those haunted things were gradually buried in time. Even if someone mentions it again, it has become a rumor that is not known to be true or false.

Until not long ago, a few bold male students broke into this place and disturbed his ghost, making him think that his students were back again, so he started teaching piano diligently every night...

At this moment, Yang Yao, who thought of everything, looked at the four male students who were almost scared out of their wits by him, and sighed: "I'm sorry, I don't want to scare you, I just want to teach you how to play the piano."

The third child trembled and finally said a complete sentence: "But we don't want to learn..."

Yang Yao was a little sad, "Why? The piano is the king of musical instruments and can play the most beautiful melodies in the world."

The third child couldn't stand it anymore and screamed: "Anchor, please help, please help us..."

Sang Feiwan said: "Your ideals should not be imposed on others. Yang Yao, let go of your obsession and go where you should go. You are a ghost, always pestering the students, which will affect their health."

"Let go of your obsession... let go of your obsession..." Yang Yao repeated in a low voice, nodding silently, "Yeah, I'm already dead, so why are I still clinging to it? It's time for me to go, it's time to go..."

The obsession dissipated, and his soul gradually faded away. A gust of cold wind blew by and disappeared without a trace.

"Go, go?" After a while, the third child dared to look around. Sure enough, there was no trace of the ghost, only the piano stood quietly.

Several other boys also calmed down and stopped hugging each other.

The fourth child asked: "Anchor, is he leaving now?"

Sang Feiwan said: "Do you still want to learn piano from him?"

"No, no, no!" The four boys shook their heads quickly.

Sang Feiwan said: "The matter has been resolved, go back and sleep well. Spending more time in the sun during the day will help your health. It's over for today. Good night everyone."

After that, Sang Feiwan closed the live broadcast room.

The four boys were also ejected from the live broadcast room. They looked at each other for a few times, and then ran away - even if there were no ghosts, this empty place was scary!

After exiting the live broadcast room, Sang Fei came downstairs late, and the Sandalwood Demon diligently brought a late-night snack: "Are you tired of the live broadcast, Daxian? I have prepared a late-night snack for you, try it quickly."

Sang Feiwan took the bowl and took a look at it. It seemed to be a drink like Yangzhi Manna.

But when I stirred it with a spoon, I found that there was actually a lot of vermicelli mixed in.

Sang Feiwan frowned: "What is this?"

The sandalwood demon said very proudly: "My newly researched dessert! I found that little girls now like to drink desserts, but they can't bear the hunger just for desserts, so I added some vermicelli. I also gave this dessert I gave it a name: Yangzhi Manna Vermicelli!"

Sang Feiwan: "..."

What should I do if I’m a bit resistant and don’t really want to drink?

However, the sandalwood tree demon was very much looking forward to her evaluation and urged: "Drink it quickly, Great Immortal! Why don't you drink it?"

Sang Feiwan looked around and saw several other tree demons who were watching the excitement and quickly ran away for fear of being caught.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Who's here in the middle of the night?" He muttered, running over and opening the door.

Then I saw an elegant and handsome man appear at the door.

The sandalwood tree demon subconsciously said: "Another pretty boy? Who are you looking for in the middle of the night?"

But I heard Sang Feiwan's slightly surprised voice: "Yu Beiming, why are you here?"

The sandalwood tree demon is still blocking the door, with no intention of giving way: "You are here to see my great immortal? Why are you here in the middle of the night? Don't you know whether men and women are intimate or not?"

That tone was like that of an old father protecting his daughter.

"Let him in."

Sang Feiwan spoke, and the sandalwood tree demon had to get out of the way, but he muttered: "It can only be downstairs, I will keep an eye on it!"

Yu Beiming ignored the sandalwood tree demon and walked straight in.

He said to Sang Feiwan: "I saw your live broadcast just now. What happened to me tonight, as you said, was a death curse. But someone who can use the death curse so powerfully, Looking at the present, there are very few.”

Sang Feiwan said: "Do you suspect that he is from the Yinjiu Sect?"

"possible."

As he spoke, he took out a bracelet. The bracelet was made of red rope and had a golden bell the size of a walnut hanging on it.

The style is simple and doesn't look anything special, but Sang Feiwan can clearly feel the rich aura emanating from it.

This aura is pure and thick, far more than the gilded fluorite crushed by Yu Beiming before.

"This is our Shoulongshan magic weapon. You should wear it with you. If you encounter the Yinjiu Sect's tool, you can use the power of the bell to avoid being noticed by the person who cast the curse."

As soon as he got the bell bracelet, Sang Feiwan recognized that it was a high-grade spiritual weapon.

This kind of high-level spiritual weapon can only be refined by a master who has reached at least the "half-immortal" level of cultivation and is approaching the stage of ascension.