Metaphysics boss relies on live broadcast fortune telling to earn merit

Tian Wei put down his high-spirited heart: "Master, what should I do to calm them down?"

“You ask the foreman to report this matter, and when the archaeological team comes, they can find the burial place of the coffin.

Then, ask the worker who offended the tomb owner to send the things back and apologize properly, and the matter can be resolved. "

[Master, there is something I don’t understand. Why can the archaeological team break their cover when they come over? 】

"Maybe the people in the archaeological team are tough."

Su Yan was preparing to draw the next lucky winner, but a group of people suddenly poured into the live broadcast room and questioned Su Yan's drawing method.

[I don’t understand why the masters are drawn from the live broadcast room. Aren’t you afraid that people who really need help will not get help? 】

[That is, some people are naturally unlucky, so how can they get a spot from so many people? 】

The live broadcast lasted for such a long time, and Su Yan knew that there was someone guiding them behind them as soon as they saw this posture.

She was not angry, and explained calmly: "You also said that there are so many people in the world, and I don't have the energy to help everyone in need.

Random selection is already the best method. If you have a better solution, you can also put it forward and let the audience see if it can be used.

From another perspective, it also means that the person who was drawn is destined to me. "

After saying that, she ignored these people and directly pressed the extraction button.

The new connector was a mother who was crying until she was about to faint. She was still wearing a white mourning hat.

When the man sitting on the ground saw Su Yan, he asked the people around him to take his wife away.

"Second aunt, take Yingying away first. I'm afraid she won't be able to bear what's going to happen and faints."

After settling down with his wife, Liang Lin picked up his mobile phone and went to a deserted place.

"Master, I am asking for help this time for my son, who is missing."

"Actually, you can tell from my dress that my son has passed away.

Five days ago, he and his classmates went fishing at the entrance of the village. Somehow, he fell down.

None of the children he played with could swim. By the time the villagers rescued him, he had already passed away.

We held a funeral for him despite the objections of the villagers.

After the burial, my wife and I felt sad and wanted to spend time with him in the cemetery, but we saw new footprints beside his grave.

When we dug up the grave, we found that our son’s body in the coffin had disappeared.

My son is only seven years old. Not only did he not enjoy a good life, he even died without peace.

After what happened, my wife was completely stunned. She just sat in front of the grave without saying a word.

I also called the police, and everyone in the village who was close to my family went down to look for my son’s body, but they couldn’t find my son’s body.

I am thinking now that if his body is really not found, I will go with him and apologize to him in the underworld. "

Su Yan: "Why are you thinking about opening your son's already buried coffin?

According to current customs, burial is a very serious matter. If there are no necessary conditions, no one will disturb a dead person.

The fresh soil and erratic footprints beside the grave should not let you make up your mind.

Therefore, the motive that prompted you to do this was a dream entrusted to you by your son, or a tip from an insider. "

Seeing how keen Su Yan was, the man believed that she could find his son's body even more, and he immediately told everything.

"Actually, it was a dream my wife and I had. In the dream, the two of us went to eat at a newly opened bun shop."

Liang Lin held his stomach that kept growling and pointed at the breakfast not far away: "Honey, I'm really hungry. Let's eat some rice first."

Zhong Yingying nodded in agreement: "I don't know what's going on today. Usually I'm not hungry after eating in the morning, but today I feel like I have to eat."

As soon as they walked into the breakfast shop, the two of them felt very uncomfortable, especially Zhong Yingying, who felt acid reflux in her stomach.

But there were no other restaurants around, so they could only suppress their discomfort and continue eating here.

The owner of the breakfast restaurant is an old man. Judging from his appearance, he must be in his seventies.

Liang Lin looked at him with envy: "This old man is in really good health. I hope I can have a strong body when I get old."

When the boss brought breakfast, Liang Lin couldn't help but ask out his curiosity: "Boss, do you have any secrets to maintaining your body so well?"

The old man smiled and pointed at the bowl of white stuff on the cashier: "My secret is that bowl of fresh tofu puffs. As long as I feel a little uncomfortable, drinking it will make me better.

Let me tell you, tofu brain is a good thing. It can not only cure diseases, but also prolong life. If you feel uncomfortable, you can also try it. "

Liang Lin just thought the old man was joking: "Boss, if the tofu nao was really what you said, others would have been crazy about it, and it would still be our turn to eat it."

Seeing that he didn't believe it, the old man just shook his head calmly: "You are still too young to understand what you are doing. It will be too late when you understand."

After eating, the two were just about to leave when they heard their son's voice: "Dad, Mom, please save me, I don't want to be eaten."

They subconsciously turned around and saw the old man picking up the tofu balls and putting them in his mouth.

When the tofu noodle came close to his mouth, it turned into a son.

When Liang Lin didn't react, Zhong Zhenzhen rushed forward: "Give my son back to me quickly."

The old man avoided him, drank the remaining tofu in the bowl, and wiped his blood-stained mouth: "It's too late, he has already entered my stomach."

Then, he took out another bowl of tofu puffs from behind: "Fresh, do you want to drink it?"

The couple's eyes turned red due to his stimulation, and they rushed to snatch their son back.

"You beast, give me my son back!"

"You are not allowed to touch my son."

Liang Lin woke up from his dream and woke up his wife who was still struggling.

Zhong Zhenzhen came to her senses and lay in her husband's arms: "Did you also dream about your son?"

"Correct."

His response made the color fade from Zhong Zhenzhen's face: "Tell me, could it be because the coffin was not covered properly and my son was being eaten by insects and rats underneath, so he entrusted us with the dream."

"Probably not. I saw the workers sealing the coffin with my own eyes."

At this time, Zhong Zhenzhen could no longer sit still: "I feel very uncomfortable right now and want to spend time with my son."

Liang Lin also lost his sleep: "It's still some time before dawn, I'll go with you."

When the two first arrived at the grave, they didn't notice anything unusual. They just silently expressed their longing for their son in their hearts.

As the sun rose, Zhong Zhenzhen noticed a piece of soil that was obviously different from the surroundings.