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

Sang Feiwan said to Luo Gang: "I haven't left yet. I'm still with Qin Yue'er. I think the heroine's scene won't be filmed tonight. You might as well finish the work as soon as possible."

"Ah? Still, still there?" Luo Gang was a little panicked.

Sang Feiwan said: "Don't worry, it's not a very ferocious evil spirit. Otherwise, the crew would have been slaughtered. She just wants to see King Shou. Wait a little later, and I will summon the soul of King Shou to fulfill her wish." , she left naturally."

After Luo Gang heard this, he felt even more panicked.

"One ghost is not enough, so we have to summon another one? What if we can't send him away?"

Sang Feiwan said: "So I ask you all to evacuate, and I will give you a quiet and quiet studio tomorrow."

As she spoke, she pointed to the room behind her: "Take the screenwriter with you."

Yang Zhiyong didn't come back to his senses until he was dragged out by the staff, and he kept shouting: "Don't touch me, don't touch me! Where is the pen? Bring me my pen!"

Luo Gang was startled: "What...what's going on? Another one is possessed?"

Sang Feiwan smiled faintly: "It's okay, he was just hit by a nightmare and temporarily went insane. Just take him back to the hotel and sleep."

Soon, under the organization of director Luo Gang, the staff on the set gradually evacuated.

Before Luo Gang left, he carefully glanced at Qin Yue'er, who was still a little abnormal, and asked Sang Feiwan quietly: "Is it really okay for you to be alone? If he gets violent again and we are all gone, you What can I do alone?"

Sang Feiwan asked back: "If she really goes berserk, what's the use of you all being here?"

Luo Gang: "..."

So Luo Gang stopped nagging, turned around and left.

Sang Feiwan did not forget to remind him: "Remember to prepare money. 480 million, don't forget it."

Luo Gang was just going down the steps when he stumbled and almost missed the step.

There were only two people in the entire set, Sang Feiwan and Qin Yueer, or Qi Ling.

Looking around, the layout of those ancient costume scenes looked a bit strange in the dim light and silence.

It was almost time for Sang Fei's evening meeting, so he turned on his phone and started tonight's live broadcast without hesitation.

Fans have long been accustomed to her appearing at 10:00 every night, and many of them are waiting for her.

As soon as the live broadcast started, besides Sang Feiwan, they actually saw Qin Yue'er.

Sang Feiwan was sitting, while Qin Yueer was standing behind her, tilting her head and staring curiously at her live broadcast room.

[Wow, I read that right, Qin Yue'er actually came to Wanwan's live broadcast room! 】

[If I remember correctly, Qin Yue'er publicly dissed my anchor on Weibo before. How long has it been since then that the relationship between the two has improved? 】

[There is no doubt that our anchor has such great charm, turning hostility into friendship! 】

[I interacted with Zhang Xuexue online yesterday, and today I invited Qin Yue'er. Whose anchor is so awesome? That’s right, that’s my anchor! 】

Qin Yue'er was very popular. In just a minute or two, the news of Qin Yue'er's appearance in Sang Feiwan's live broadcast spread throughout the Internet.

Qin Yue'er's fans came to the news and were surprised to see that it was indeed their goddess in the live broadcast room.

[Yue'er, are you saying that Sang Feiwan has a bad character? Are you still provoking and slandering your father? Why are you still helping her stand up? 】

[Yes, yes. How can you show up in her live broadcast room and help her become popular? 】

[Needless to say, it must have been the crew's promotion of "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" that made you two do business together. 】

[But you are Qin Yue'er, the daughter of the Qin family. There’s no need to humiliate yourself just for the sake of publicity, right? 】

[Yueer, if you are kidnapped, just blink. 】

When Qi Ling saw the subtitles scrolling on the small screen in front of him, he couldn't understand it at first and asked Sang Feiwan curiously: "What is this?"

"It's the fans' comments." Sang Feiwan said, "They said, you came to my live broadcast room and felt wronged, so why did you come?"

She said and pointed to the side: "Go over there and wait for me. Don't interrupt my work."

Qi Ling said: "I want to be here myself, why would anyone think I'm aggrieved? I've been alone for so long, and it's not easy for someone to talk to me."

She has said this, so fans will naturally follow their idol.

[Yueer said that she has been lonely for a long time, so does she want to be friends with Sang Feiwan? 】

[Speaking of which, our family Yue'er doesn't have many friends. If she makes Sang Feiwan a friend, then I won't scold Sang Feiwan online in the future. 】

[I have already added my following. As long as it is a friend our Yueer likes, I will also support it. Yue'er must be happy! 】

In this way, Qin Yue'er's huge number of fans slowly began to accept Sang Feiwan and gave her attention.

After the fans clicked the follow button and turned on the sign, they remembered to ask: [By the way, what is this live broadcast room about? 】

There are too many new fans. Many people have never watched Sang Feiwan’s live broadcast and don’t know what she does here.

So there was a wave of old fans on the public screen to educate new fans.

There was too much talk on the public screen and the messages were rolling by too fast to be read.

Sang Feiwan explained: "This is the Xuan fortune-telling live broadcast room. If you need fortune-telling, you can grab my connection later. Three fortune-tellings a day, and each hexagram costs 2,000 yuan. You can come and stay for free on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. Gua. If you don’t understand the situation, I suggest you watch the live broadcast for a while before deciding whether to grab the connection. In addition, if there is no special emergency, it is best not to grab the connection and leave the opportunity to those who need it more. Not much nonsense Say, we are starting to connect to today’s first netizen.”

Soon, a woman with a haggard face and messy hair appeared in the live broadcast room.

She didn't know where she was, the background was pitch black, and even her face was only visible through the light of her mobile phone, which was full of tears.

Sang Feiwan frowned the moment he saw her: "Speak carefully if you have anything to say, and don't do stupid things."

There were still tears in the woman's eyes, but a sad smile appeared on her lips:

She smiled sadly and said with a smile: "I am leaving this world tonight, and I am finally free. Anchor, I have watched your live broadcast for a long time, and you are the only person I pay attention to. Before I leave, I just want to Talk to you."

"I didn't expect that I would have no luck in my life, but I would grab your connection at the end of my life. Maybe it was God's last comfort for me."

Her tone was sad, which made people feel sour in their hearts.

Netizens in the live broadcast room finally realized something was wrong and asked:

【What's going on here? Young lady, if you have something to say, please say it, but don’t scare us! 】

[Oops, I saw it, red flashing high-altitude obstacle lights! That's a light installed on the roof of a high-rise building to prevent planes from hitting it! It's so late, little sister, what are you doing on the roof? 】

[Rooftop? Is it what I thought? Little sister, please don’t let your mind wander. 】

When the woman saw a few words of concern for her flashing on the screen, she felt extremely sad. Even stranger netizens know that they care about her, why are her family members so heartless?

"You must have been holding it in for a long time. If you are really uncomfortable, just talk to us. Even if you are going to die, don't take those grievances away with you."

Sang Feiwan's eyes were still cold and indifferent, as if untainted by worldly emotions. But the woman heard understanding and care from her words.

She covered her face and cried: "I feel so bitter and depressed. I have so many things to say, but I don't know how to say them."

Sang Feiwan said: "It doesn't matter, you can speak slowly. I and the netizens in the live broadcast room can be your audience."

The woman’s online name is Fuyun.

Because she used to be so optimistic and open-minded, no matter how difficult things were, they were just clouds in her eyes, and they could just pass by.

Later the floating clouds met the clear sky.

Her husband’s name was Li Qin, and she gave her husband the online name Qingkong.

She said that when floating clouds meet a clear sky, they will stop for the clear sky.

That period of love was as poetic as their names.

After a year of falling in love, they naturally started talking about marriage.

When poetry and painting are stained with firewood, rice, oil and salt, everything slowly begins to change.