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

Boss Luo was extremely anxious: "But if people are killed in my theater, how can I continue to make a living? Oh my, I haven't done anything harmful to the world, I only earn some theater ticket money, how can I do such a bad thing?" Did the child fall on my head?"

Sang Feiwan thought about it. Boss Luo was quite innocent.

So she stood up and shouted to Jiang Yu: "That's it!"

That shout used spiritual power to frighten the ghost.

She stopped and slowly turned her head to look at Sang Feiwan: "You want to stop me from taking revenge?"

Sang Feiwan said: "You didn't want to kill him at all. Otherwise, you wouldn't have tried for a long time without taking his life. Am I right?"

The female ghost, who originally looked fierce, burst into tears.

The feelings I paid for those years are real, even if I become a ghost, they are still unforgettable. Because love is still there, hate is derived.

She hated him and wanted to strangle him all the time.

But now that I have the opportunity, I can't kill him.

"Feng Lang, have you ever loved me?"

Without waiting for the man to reply, Jiang Yu laughed to herself: "If you really loved me, how could you treat me like this? In the end, it was me who was stupid!"

That's all, she sighed: "It's all my own fault."

After letting go of her obsession, her soul drifted and dissipated in front of everyone.

The theater returned to normal, and joys and sorrows, love and hatred were performed every day on the stage.

There's just one less actor on the stage.

Yu Linfeng's leg was broken that night and he could no longer perform on stage. He went crazy every day and asked people when he saw them:

"Are you here to support me? When I become famous, I will marry you."

That night, on the way back, Yu Beiming asked Sang Feiwan: "Why do you want to help her?"

"Boss Luo spent money, so I naturally want to help him get things done."

Sang Feiwan finished counting the money, put part of it into his pocket, and gave the other part to Yu Beiming.

Yu Beiming said: "The woman I'm talking about refers to the female ghost."

"That female ghost is very weak. Let alone revenge, she doesn't even have the ability to reveal herself."

"It was you who made her visible and gave her a chance to voice her grievances and take revenge."

"On the surface you are employed by Boss Luo, but in fact you are helping that female ghost."

"People with good families and decent families can't avoid evil spirits. If it happened tonight, if someone else didn't ask the reason, they would just beat the evil spirits to pieces."

"That's why I want to ask you, why did you help her?"

"Why are there so many? If you want to help, just help!" There was still an uninhibited smile on her face, and a bit of moonlight was reflected in her dark eyes, which were clear and clear.

Liulian Town seems to have the magic power to make people linger and forget to leave.

Sang Feiwan and Yu Beiming set up a stall to tell fortunes. It was simple, unremarkable, and they didn't know how old they were.

Sometimes, Yu Beiming would leave for a few days, and he would be somewhat injured when he came back.

Sang Feiwan knew that he had gone to Purgatory Canyon.

She also asked him: "Purgatory Canyon is full of monsters and strange plants, and many monks have died in it. Why do you want to take risks in that kind of place?"

Yu Beiming said: "Entering and completing the trial once can help improve your cultivation. As for the danger...you see, I don't come back well every time, so you can see that the danger is nothing."

He changed the topic and suddenly asked Sang Feiwan: "Why, are you worried about me?"

Sang Feiwan said: "Yes, yes, without the Lucky Cat, my business will plummet! Aren't you worried?"

Yu Beiming has been to Purgatory Canyon more times, and his cultivation level is getting higher and higher, so he won't get hurt easily again.

But no matter how high his cultivation level is, when he returns to the town of Lianlian, he is still the lucky cat sitting in front of the fortune-telling stall and helping to attract business.

Time passed by in such a hurry for many years.

Immortal cultivators have long lifespans and are not that sensitive to time.

Until one day, Sang Feiwan suddenly noticed that the corners of the eyes of the little girl next door had wrinkles; the boss Luo of the theater was turning gray-haired.

And the people around them started to look at them in weird ways.

Sang Feiwan quietly said to Yu Beiming: "It seems we have to change places, otherwise the people in the town will treat us as immortal monsters."

Yu Beiming asked her: "Are you really planning to do this for the rest of your life?"

Sang Feiwan asked, "Is there any problem?"

"Aren't you going back to the master's door?"

"I'm just an outsider cultivator from the Tianqiao Sect. I can practice anywhere, and the master won't care about me."

He patted her on the top of her head: "In that case, never go back."

He told her never to go back, but he suddenly wanted to leave.

On the day before he left, he said to her: "This time, I will leave for a longer time. How about you wait for me in Liulian Town for three years?"

"what are you going to do?"

"I have some personal grudges that I want to settle. I will come back to you when everything is over. At that time, I will no longer have to venture to Purgatory Canyon, and I will stay with you wholeheartedly. We will be a reclusive couple..."

"What's hidden in the world?"

Sang Feiwan's eyes were bright, expecting him to finish what he said next.

Over the years, they have tacitly understood each other, but no one has broken through the thin layer of window paper.

Sang Feiwan had been waiting for him to speak.

But Yu Beiming hesitated at this moment.

The war is imminent, and even if he has been planning carefully for many years, he is sure of victory.

But before the last step, who knows what the fate will be? How dare he promise too much?

"I'll tell you when I get back."

He looked at her affectionately and tenderly, "Three years, you will wait here for me for three years. If I don't come back after three years, just forget about me."

"Yu Beiming!" Sang Feiwan was a little angry, "Do you know what you are talking about? You asked me to wait for you, who are you to me? Why should I wait for you?"

"For the sake of you being my lucky cat for so many years and making money for me. So be it, I'll go with you!"

"Wanwan, don't interfere in this matter."

"Why? You don't believe me?"

"You are the only person I can trust in this world. It's just that I have been contaminated by karma since I was born, and I must end it myself before I can be freed. Wanwan, I will come back, and I will definitely come back. You believe me!"

People who practice Taoism are most afraid of being contaminated by the fruits of their karma and damaging their Taoist mind.

Therefore, he said that Sang Feiwan could not interfere at will.

At first, Sang Feiwan could still get some clues from him, but now, probably because his realm has improved again, or because he has an entanglement with her, she can't see through him at all.

That day, she stood outside the pavilion outside the town to see him off.

When he looked back, she smiled and waved and said: "Beiming, I will wait for you for three years. You must remember to come back! Otherwise, I will really change to a lucky cat that is more handsome than you and make a lot of money." I won’t give you any money!”

Yu Beiming turned around and smiled: "Okay, I will be back on time."

Sang Feiwan urged: "There's no one around now, hurry up and leave with your sword. If someone sees me later, they'll think I hired a lucky cat who knows magic!"

He took another deep look at her, then summoned the flying sword and stepped forward.

In an instant, spiritual energy lingered around him, and the aura around him became particularly strong.

With a sound of "Boom!", he flew up into the sky with his sword, turned into a stream of light, and quickly disappeared into the distant sky.

Sang Feiwan looked up at the sky, feeling a little sad.

When did love quietly drop its seeds and sprout new buds?

Maybe it was an unintentional look at each other one night, which was imprinted in the bottom of my heart, and one glance lasted for thousands of years.

Or maybe in the day-to-day relationship, like the drizzle of water, it nourishes silently, and when you find it, flowers have bloomed silently in your heart.