Live fortune telling: too accurate a fortune teller becomes a public enemy in the mysterious world

Zhong Li rubbed his eyebrows, stood up, took out the key card from the bookcase and handed it to him.

"Aren't you afraid of going out so late? The bone curse didn't bother you tonight?"

"Yes, we came all the way and almost escaped death!" He smiled helplessly and told her about his experiences throughout the day.

At six o'clock in the morning, in the VIP guest room on the 18th floor of the hotel, the curtains around him were tightly drawn.

Clothes were thrown haphazardly on the sofa, and a figure was arched high on the big white bed.

He closed his eyes and shook his head uneasily, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

No one noticed that he was suspended in the quilt.

"Ugh!... Puff! Puff!..."

"Quack!...Quack!...Quack!..."

Deng Weiyi looked at his feet in horror. Weeds half a person's height covered his feet.

Looking around, everything is deserted.

He looked around in panic for a way out. The fog became thicker and thicker, and his surrounding vision gradually became hazy.

Deng Weiyi rubbed his arms. The air was getting colder and colder, and the silence around him was like a road to hell.

I don’t know where the crow is hiding, and it crows occasionally.

He was covered in cold sweat and walked through the fog in fear.

I don’t know how long I walked, but the fog in front of me dissipated, and I saw a gloomy cemetery in the distance.

A black figure was busy on the cemetery.

In this terrifying place, one can still see human figures. He happily ignored the thorns under his feet and desperately wanted to rush forward to say hello.

"Hi there!…...."

As he got closer and closer to the man, Deng Weiyi could clearly see the movements of the black shadow.

When the black shadow turned around and looked over, he hurriedly jumped forward and rolled into the deep grass at his feet.

Seeing that the man did not come forward, he covered his mouth with one hand, gently pushed aside the grass with the other, and secretly looked at the black shadow.

The man was digging a grave, and steam was rising from the half-broken clay pot on the side. He watched him take out a cooked arm from the clay pot and gnaw on it.

The arm was steaming, and the fingers had been cooked for too long, and some of the flesh had fallen off, exposing the white bones.

The man's hair was very long, and when he lowered his head to eat, half of his face was covered.

A pair of pale hands that looked like they had been soaked in formalin were exposed.

His teeth were extremely sharp and he could eat an entire arm clean in just a short while.

Deng Weiyi huddled in the grass and shivered. There seemed to be hundreds of tombs here, and the man was sitting on one of them as if he was very familiar with them.

"Qua... Gua..."

The black crows were spinning in the graveyard. The man seemed not to be full yet, so he picked up the shovel and stood up and wandered around the graveyard.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Deng Weiyi felt the biting cold wind.

His vest was already soaked through, and when the mountain wind blew, his whole body felt as if he had been soaked in the winter ice, and his whole body shivered with moisture.

The old crow kept neighing. He raised his hand to wipe his forehead. When he opened the grass again, the man's figure had disappeared.

"Where have you gone?"

He looked around uneasily until his vest became cold and the hairs all over his body stood up.

When people are under extreme stress, their senses are particularly sensitive.

He stiffened his neck and turned slightly backwards.

"Ahhhhh!......"

With a shout, Deng Weiyi sat up from the bed, with fire burning in his chest.

He stretched out his hand and pulled out the rope, and the talisman he had been carrying started to burn inexplicably.

He gasped for air and covered his face with his hands, which were covered with sweat.

The temperature of the air conditioner was set a little low, and the cool breeze blew on the vest, and the icy silk pajamas fabric was as sticky as snake skin.

Thinking of the last scene in his dream, he turned his head, and before he could see the man's face clearly, he was hit on the head by a shovel.

At the moment he fell, through the blood mist, he saw a smile on the corner of the man in black's mouth.

Deng Weiyi stood under the showerhead, letting the rapid water hit his face, trying to keep him rational.

That face is clearly his own!

I had a zombie dream early in the morning and my amulet was destroyed.

His eyelids were twitching, and he always felt like something was about to happen.

Vivian came to pick him up and took him to the set. From the moment he took the elevator, things didn't go smoothly.

He was trapped in the elevator first. If the firefighters hadn't arrived in time, he would have fallen into the elevator pool as the elevator broke the load-bearing chain a little later.

After we got out of the hotel and just got on the road, we encountered a flat tire. The driver, who had twenty years of experience, was able to stabilize the car after scraping against the road.

He could only wear a mask and follow Vivian on foot.

Just as they reached the sidewalk, a dark shadow flew over and a cactus flower pot fell from the sky.

Vivian reacted quickly and threw him away immediately, but her shoulder was hit by a flowerpot.

On this 500-meter sidewalk, the two of them walked with fear.

Flower pots falling from the sky were just the beginning. There were also kitchen knives falling from the sky, tables falling from the sky, and even more outrageous, an old lady falling from the sky, which almost killed him.

The changes along the way frightened Vivian, who had never believed in ghosts and gods, and urged him to call Zhong Li quickly.

Don't be fooled to death inexplicably, and you don't know who is harming you.

Fortunately, after he sent a message to Zhong Li, these unfortunate things never happened again.

Today's shooting was not smooth, there were constant minor problems, and the director was so angry that he cursed.

When work ended at nine o'clock in the evening, as soon as he left the set, he was almost hit by a falling card board on his head.

He was so frightened that he could only stand there and wait for the driver to drive another car to pick him up.

There were various rear-end collisions along the way, but he didn't dare to let the driver pursue them, so he went straight to Zhong Li's home.

"What did you invite to sit here? When I came to your house, I felt relaxed and comfortable. Even those staring eyes disappeared." Deng Weiyi said happily.

Zhong Li looked at the dark clouds above his head. It was indeed quite unlucky; his luck had been stained. It seemed that he had really suffered a lot along the way.

"I don't need any magic weapon here, I am the biggest magic weapon."

"So confident? Then please leave it to Master Zhong!"

He smiled at her arrogant face and deliberately learned ancient etiquette and bowed to her.

"I would like to express my gratitude to Master Zhong for saving my life."

"When! When! When!!..." The clock hanging on the wall chimed on the hour.

At eleven o'clock, a gust of cold wind blew, causing the curtains to tremble.

"boom..…….."