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

Sang Feiwan was a little speechless about Leng Ye's infatuation: "I think you should think about the present, because you will soon have a bloody disaster."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Before Leng Ye could react, the door was kicked open with a bang.

Immediately afterwards, a menacing woman holding a broom and wearing pajamas appeared on the screen.

"Well, you heartless bastard, I've been married to you for so many years, given you children, endured hardships with you, and you're still thinking about your online girlfriend from more than ten years ago! Fortunately, I'm watching too. Live broadcast, otherwise I don’t know how long I will be fooled by you!”

"Ah, honey, listen to my explanation. I was just playing around and didn't want to find her. Hey, don't hit me. Don't hit me with my hair... My hair is messed up..."

"You bastard, you are actually getting married in the game? I told you that you were getting married for the second time. Who will marry you in the second marriage?!"

The "percussion" of ping-ping-pong-pong, combined with the "solo" like howling ghosts and wolves, interprets an alternative song of joys and sorrows...

The connection was cut off, and netizens were shocked again:

[Netizen A:...]

[Netizen B:...]

【C：……】

【…】

"There are people who are unforgettable in everyone's youth, but if you keep thinking about them, you will hurt another person's heart. Okay, let's start with the last hexagram tonight."

Sang Feiwan's words brought everyone back again, and they all started to scramble for connections, no longer caring about being speechless and sighing.

Soon, new faces appeared in the live broadcast room.

This time, a man in his forties appeared, wearing a security uniform, and the background was the security room where he was on duty.

He was staring at the screen nervously until he saw himself appearing in front of the camera. He breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly greeted everyone:

"Hello anchor, hello netizens in the live broadcast room."

Sang Feiwan asked: "Azhong, what do you want to do?"

Ah Zhong said: "Anchor, I have been dreaming about someone crying in my dreams recently. I cry every day. I cry so much that I can't sleep well at night and have no energy to go to work during the day. No, today I fell asleep on duty. The captain saw it and fined me two hundred yuan."

[Ah, I can calculate this hexagram! It must be your loved ones dreaming! 】

[Yes, yes, if you ask the reason, I will naturally not look for you when my wish is fulfilled. 】

[What a simple thing, but you still have to ask the divination, wasting a connection. 】

Many loyal fans can actually make a rough estimate after watching it too much.

Ah Zhong said hurriedly: "At first I thought it was one of my relatives who fell asleep, and asked why in the dream, but the other person kept crying and said nothing. My parents are still alive. How many grandparents have gone there? You won’t be looking for me now, right?”

He thought about it but couldn't find the reason, and he couldn't sleep well every night because of it.

I really couldn't bear the trouble, so I tried to grab a connection tonight, but I was lucky enough to get it right in the first try. I don’t know why the person who has been squatting for several months without grabbing one has such bad luck.

"Anchor, who is the person crying in my dream?"

Sang Feiwan looked at his face, and sure enough, there was a hint of gloom lingering around him.

She said: "It is indeed a relative who is dreaming. Do you have an uncle who was very kind to you when you were a child?"

Ah Zhong thought back and said: "I remembered that there was such an elder. When I was young, he was very kind to us juniors and often told us jokes. Later, their family moved to other places, and we had less contact. Twenty Many years ago, my uncle died unexpectedly. My dad was very sad at the time and went to attend the funeral. Could it be that it was my uncle who entered my dream?"

Sang Feiwan nodded, "That's right."

Ah Zhong asked again: "Then why didn't he speak?"

Sang Feiwan said: "Maybe I don't have enough money, so I can only sleep and cannot speak."

"Ah? There's more!" Ah Zhong said again, "My uncle has children. If he needs something down there, he should go to his children. Why does he want to enter my dream? What on earth does he want to tell me? ?”

Thinking of those cousins, Ah Zhong was still a little angry: "My uncle's children are doing well outside, but they are busy. Each one is busier than the other, and they don't have much contact with relatives like us."

Sang Feiwan said: "If you want to know why, burn some paper money for your uncle before going to bed at night. If he has enough money down there, he can talk while sleeping."

Ah Zhong: "Ah, is this okay?"

Sang Feiwan said: "Is it any wonder that money can make ghosts speak?"

Ah Zhong: "Oh, okay, I'll burn the paper right away, burn it right away!"

After the three hexagrams were calculated, Sang Feiwan stopped broadcasting, and the live broadcast room also turned into a black screen.

Ah Zhong muttered: "Burn paper, burn paper, you have to buy paper money..."

Just at this time, a colleague working the night shift came to take over his post.

On his way home, Ah Zhong passed by an incense and candle shop. Because he knew the owner, he knocked on the door in the middle of the night and bought some paper money.

After returning home, according to the custom of the older generation, he found a brazier and threw the paper money into it to burn, while muttering: "Uncle, uncle, the money has been burned for you, so don't be reluctant to use it. Give Yin more money." , I'm so accommodating, I want you to give your nephew some clear instructions..."

After burning the paper, he went back to his room, lay down on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

The sound of crying came again in the dream.

Azhong bravely took a closer look, only to see that it was a blurry black shadow several times before, but this time it gradually became clearer, and even the facial features could be seen clearly.

Really uncle!

Even though they haven't seen each other for many years, Ah Zhong can still vaguely recognize his appearance.

"Uncle, what kind of injustice have you suffered down there? Why do you cry in my dreams every night?"

The uncle opened his mouth and could really speak this time: "Nephew, I didn't mean to scare you. It's just that my children are so shameless that they can't be counted on. I came to you because I had no other choice!"

Azhong said: "Uncle, what happened?"

The uncle wiped away his sad tears and said: "Those bastard children of mine, it's only been 20 years since I died, and they have forgotten about me. They don't come to offer sacrifices during festivals. Everyone else has tributes. I am the only one who feels pity for me when money comes with me. I haven’t been able to eat tribute for a long time, I have no money at home, and I can’t even talk in my sleep.”

Ah Zhong felt sad and said quickly: "Uncle, don't be sad. I will burn more money for you later. As long as you are fine and don't scare me anymore!"

The uncle said: "It doesn't matter if I have less money. I don't blame them if they are too busy to come see me. But no matter how busy you are, you can't forget to renew my cemetery fee!"

Ah Zhong was stunned: "Ah? Renewal?"

The uncle cried sadly again as he spoke: "I blame it on me. I thought I could be closer to my children and they would come to see me more. So I bought a cemetery for myself in the city in advance and did not bury me back in my hometown."

"But I never thought that the cost of the cemetery is not a one-time payment, it can only last for twenty years!"

"The reminder note from the cemetery has been posted on my tombstone for a long time. If I don't renew it, my tomb will not be saved. Wow, my life is really miserable. I have to worry about not having a house to live in after I die..."

Ah Zhong:……