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

The third hexagram had just been calculated, and Song Biao from earlier came in again.

"Anchor, anchor, when I just closed the window, I noticed paper money floating up from downstairs!" He said, taking out two pieces of paper money and shaking them in front of the camera.

"It's really a cemetery room! It was so scary that I turned on all the lights in the house."

Sang Feiwan comforted him and said, "There's no need to waste electricity. She won't float up from the window and come looking for you."

Zing Biao: "Thank you for your comfort. I'm even more scared."

Sang Feiwan said: "Don't be afraid, go downstairs and meet your ghost neighbor."

Zingbiao really doesn't want to go, but if he doesn't go, the problem won't be solved and he won't be able to continue living there.

In desperation, he had no choice but to hold up his mobile phone and go downstairs with Sang Feiwan and many netizens in the live broadcast room.

Although it was a newly delivered house, the quality didn't seem to be very good. The sensor light in the corridor barely turned on after I stamped it several times.

In order to embolden his courage, Tsang Biao went downstairs and talked to the audience in front of the camera to embolden him.

The sensor lights downstairs were even more eerie. The pale lights flickered on and off, quite like an old-fashioned ghost movie.

Zhi Biao did not dare to speak anymore, and the cold sweat rolling down his forehead could be seen through the screen.

"The anchor is here. This room is facing the one downstairs from my house."

As he spoke, he turned the camera to the rear camera. What appeared in front of everyone was a vermilion door. It looked very ordinary, but for some reason it gave people a cold and terrifying feeling.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of music floating out from the crack in the door, and a woman's beautiful voice could be vaguely heard, which made the netizens in the live broadcast room couldn't help but feel creepy.

It's scary, but everyone is reluctant to leave. The number of fans in the live broadcast room continues to rise.

Even the audience in Country H, who had previously supported Han Dongmin, held their breath and stared at the screen without blinking - they had heard a lot of ghost stories, but they had never seen anyone actually live broadcast to catch ghosts!

Even the nine-tailed fox Han Dongmin squinted his eyes at this moment, trying to see how much Sang Feiwan weighed.

Sang Feiwan told Zingbiao: "Knock on the door."

Biao Biao said cowardly: "But there is no one living in this house. I knocked on the door when the property management company collected property fees before, but no one opened the door at all."

Sang Feiwan said: "If you knock on the door during the day, no one will open the door. But at this point, the owner of the house is up and about. If you want to go in, you must first ask for the owner's permission."

It’s self-evident who the owner is.

Coward Biao stretched out his hand tremblingly, then suddenly took it back: "I'm afraid, I don't dare."

Sang Feiwan said: "You can think about it yourself, you don't have to solve it. Anyway, if you don't solve it, you will just listen to her singing in the middle of the night. If she gets interested one day and visits upstairs or downstairs, it doesn't hurt."

"Knock, I'll knock! It must be solved tonight!" Song Biao gritted his teeth, "Bang bang..." and knocked on the door more than ten times in a row.

The music inside suddenly disappeared, and there was silence around him. The cold wind blowing from nowhere made him shiver.

After about two or three minutes, the door slowly opened.

The sensor light outside the door also suddenly went out at this time.

It was dark all around, except for the phone screen that was lit up like a solitary person.

The room was pitch dark, but two bright objects could be vaguely seen, like a pair of eyes peeking out of the dark night.

Zang Biao was so frightened that he wanted to run away, but his body was so stiff that he couldn't move at all.

From the screen, Sang Feiwan's cold voice came: "Keep your heart and forget about the world! Don't think, don't think, don't think!"

The few words of the Pure Heart Mantra were like a voice in the chaos, helping him to eliminate his fear, stabilize his mind, and relax his whole body.

Sang Feiwan reminded: "The door is open, and the owner of the house allows you to go in. Go in boldly, don't be afraid when I'm here."

It was clearly across the screen, but that sentence gave him a backbone, and actually made him dare to step into the room boldly.

The moment he entered, the door closed gently again. It seems like there are two invisible hands in the darkness, directing all this.

After entering the room and adjusting to the surrounding light, he saw clearly that the two red dots just now were the two electronic candles on the altar table. It was also the weak light of this candle that opened up a strange light in the dim night, illuminating a small area around it.

In front of the candle, there is a black and white photo of a woman in her 20s.

He didn't dare to look at the portrait too much, but when he turned around, he found a woman standing next to the memorial table. She was wearing a tight top, a miniskirt, and her beautiful face was exactly the same as in the portrait.

"Are you looking for me?" Her voice was cold and her tone was surprisingly slow.

Sangbiao didn't dare to answer her words until Sang Feiwan reminded him: "Speak out your demands normally and see if she is willing to communicate."

So Sangbiao had to bite the bullet and said: "I...I am your neighbor upstairs. In the past few days, I have always heard you singing in the middle of the night. I...I..."

"You~ like~ my~ song very much?" The cold voice suddenly revealed a hint of joy.

Happy, she couldn't help but move closer to him.

So, Sangbiao watched her float in front of him, and suddenly panicked again.

She didn't notice the change in his mood, and asked enthusiastically: "Do I sing well?"

"listen well……"

I don’t dare to say it doesn’t sound good.

"What kind of song do you like to hear? Click it and I'll sing it."

"The song I like is...ah no, I don't want to listen to the song!"

"You say you'd like to listen, but why don't you want to listen?"

The woman's face instantly turned cold, and her speaking speed suddenly became faster, "You are lying to me!!!"

Zing Biao quickly explained: "I'm not lying to you, I, I really think you sing well. But can you change the time? Singing in the middle of the night will affect my sleep."

Fortunately, she wasn't too aggressive and wasn't angry after hearing this. She even frowned and started thinking seriously. His tone gradually became normal:

"But I can only come out in the middle of the night. I am a singing anchor. If I don't sing in the middle of the night, my fans will be disappointed."

Zingbiao said tremblingly: "Do you still have fans?"

"Yeah! I'm singing to my fans live."

The female ghost said and waved her hand, and the electronic candles placed all over the floor suddenly lit up, completely illuminating the scene in the room.

This room is like a small live broadcast room, equipped with computers, soft lights, tripods, and mobile phones.

However, these are all made of paper and are lifelike.

In particular, the mobile phone is the most similar. On the screen are photos of the woman during the live broadcast, as well as the chat content on the public screen.

The female ghost is sitting on the altar table, looking like a female anchor who is conducting a live broadcast.

As a result, she was even more unaware that she was dead and continued to live broadcast as she had before she was alive.

She even said enthusiastically to the paper phone in front of her: "Don't worry, everyone, my neighbor just came to visit, and the anchor will sing for everyone."

"Everyone can light up any song they want to listen to. I still want to listen to "Love is Like Fire". Big brother, I have been singing it for several days, and you still haven't heard enough? Okay, I'll satisfy you!"

[This is the most dedicated female anchor I have ever seen. She is still singing even after she dies. 】

[This melody is too magical, can you change it to another one? Why did you get into trouble with Ai Ruhuo? 】

[Upstairs, do you want to order a song? It is recommended to pay attention to the female ghost live broadcast room. 】

[The female ghost’s mobile phone is fake, it’s just a screenshot of the live broadcast room. The last song in the screenshot was "Love Like Fire", but the ghost didn't notice anything strange and kept singing the same song in a loop. 】