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

At the end of the corridor is an arched glass window.

Sang Feiwan stood at the window, his cold eyes fixed outside.

Outside the window, there is a bright moon in the sky, shining on the nearby lawn and lake, as well as the rolling snow-capped mountains in the distance.

A shadow fell obliquely on the side of the snow-capped mountain.

Where there is light, there is inevitably darkness.

What's stirring in that dark place, secretly spying on the Snow Mountain Hotel?

Is it the true God coming, or evil spirits?

Sang Feiwan retracted his gaze and said calmly: "No matter what, since they are contaminated by karma, they can only bear the consequences themselves."

"Bei Ming, go back to your room and heal your wounds. If anything happens tonight, don't get involved."

Yu Beiming smiled and said, "What about you? Will you take care of it?"

Sang Feiwan didn't answer, but just waved: "Good night."

At ten o'clock in the evening, Sang Feiwan's live broadcast room started broadcasting as usual.

Soon, people rushed into the live broadcast room, and the messages on the public screen scrolled quickly:

[I saw the photos posted on the official blog today. It turns out that Wanwan went to the snowy mountains to film. Please keep warm and don’t catch a cold. ]

[I have also seen the photos on the official blog. The snow-capped mountains are so beautiful. I want to know the exact address.]

[Please tell me the name and address of the snow mountain! I want to go skiing. ]

[I used to be afraid of the cold, but now I am tempted to go and enjoy the scenery of the snow-capped mountains. ]

[I have been to most of the snow-capped mountains in China, but I have never seen the snow-capped mountains in the official blog photos. ]

[Wanwan, where is the snow mountain? I want to tag the local culture and tourism, and invite you to be the tourism ambassador! ]

The scenery of the Shuern Snow Mountain is top-notch in the country... and the world, so when the official Weibo of the "Ascension" crew posted a few photos today, it immediately caused quite a stir.

Everyone was clamoring to come and appreciate the beautiful scenery of the snow-capped mountains.

Among the many messages, there are two special "voices":

[This is my hometown, Shueren Snow Mountain. The scenery is indeed beautiful, but I don’t recommend you to come here. The feng shui here is bad and people here will die young.]

[Anchor, can you see my message? The people of Shu County are really miserable. Can you save us? ]

Unfortunately, there were too many people in the live broadcast room, and the public screen scrolled very quickly. The two messages only flashed for a second before scrolling off the public screen.

Sang Feiwan didn't know whether he had seen it or not. He lowered his eyes slightly and said, "Next, we will draw the first hexagram of the night."

Soon, the first lucky viewer of the night appeared in the live broadcast room, with the online name: "Purple Wind Chime".

Zi Fengling was about forty years old, looked haggard and had messy hair.

The background she was standing in was an off-white curtain, the surroundings were a little dark, and the woman's face seemed a little blurry.

"Host, my son has been lying in bed for more than a month and he just can't wake up. We tried everything we could to wake him up. Until seven days ago, he suddenly woke up again. But he looked even weirder after waking up. It made my scalp tingle..."

Zi Fengling's son is called Xiao Hao. He just turned 18 this year and is a freshman in college.

Xiao Hao has a very good physical condition. He has been very strong since he was a child and rarely catches a cold throughout the year.

Just a month ago, on a weekend, he and his classmates went out to work part-time as field promoters for an APP.

As long as you can get a customer to download the APP, you can get the corresponding commission.

The commission is very high, and the place they choose has a large flow of customers, so they want to place more orders and get more commission.

Little Haolian didn't have time to eat lunch or dinner. He was busy until ten o'clock in the evening before he finally finished.

After getting my salary, I felt very hungry, so I went out to eat with my part-time colleagues.

As a result, Xiao Hao suddenly fainted before he even reached the restaurant entrance.

After being sent to the hospital, the doctor initially determined that he had hypoglycemia because he had not eaten. Generally, in this case, he would recover after receiving an infusion.

But Xiao Hao did not wake up. We tried every possible medical method but he still could not be woken up.

He lay in bed for a month, barely maintaining his life by relying on nutrient solution.

This situation did not change until seven days ago.

Seven days ago at night, Zi Fengling was in the hospital to take care of her son as usual, wiping his body and massaging the muscles of his limbs.

She had been doing this for the past month. Although it was hard work, she felt even more desperate when she saw no signs of her son waking up.

After a busy day, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening and she was ready to rest.

Fortunately, the hospital ward was vacant recently, and her son was the only patient in the original four-person room, so she could lie down in the empty bed next to it and take a nap.

In the middle of the night, I was suddenly awakened by a series of "kick-kick-kick" sounds.

When I opened my eyes, I found that my son on the bed opposite me was gone!

The jumping sound became clearer, "kick, kick, kick..."

It sounded like someone was jumping around in the corridor outside the door, making a "kick-kick" sound.

Along with it came a familiar voice, singing an old nursery rhyme in a brisk tone:

"Little ball, kick it with your feet, the Malan tree blooms twenty-one, twenty-eight, two-five, six, twenty-eight, two-five, seven, twenty-eight, two-nine, thirty-one..."

When Zi Fengling opened the door of the ward, she saw her son, who had been lying in bed in a coma for a whole month, jumping around in the hospital corridor!

He danced rhythmically, a few times on the left, a few times on the right, then turned around and continued dancing. His movements of hooking his feet and jumping were light and skillful.

Zi Fengling recognized it immediately; this set of movements was just like the ones she did when she was a child skipping rubber rope.

The children's song "Malanhua" was also a very popular song in my generation, and almost every girl could sing it.

I remember when I was a child, as soon as school was over, a group of little girls would get together to jump rubber rope and sing folk songs. The atmosphere was extremely joyful.

Over the years, fewer people have jumped rubber rope, and children can no longer be heard singing "Malanhua" on the streets.

Her son, who has always loved ball sports since he was a child, has never jumped rubber rope or sung "Malanhua" - he has hardly even heard of this song!

But at this moment, in the quiet midnight, in the corridor of the hospital, the 18-year-old boy was jumping rubber ropes skillfully like a little girl, singing "Malan Flower Blooms Twenty-one..."

This was so weird that Zi Fengling was stunned with shock.

The noise here soon attracted the attention of the nurse on duty.

The nurse came running over and said dissatisfiedly: "It's 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, everyone is resting, how can you ..."

Suddenly she paused, revealing an expression of disbelief: "Hasn't bed 21 been in a coma?"

The next moment, the boy in bed 21 suddenly stopped moving, then his eyes rolled back and he fainted again.

But from that day on, every night after 12 o'clock, Zi Fengling's son would wake up from his coma, jump up and down in the empty corridor, and sing a nursery rhyme: "Little ball, kick it, Malan blooms twenty-one..."