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

[Hahaha, where was the sound of dong dong recorded? It sounded so realistic that I almost got scared. 】

[I guess there must be an extra who is hiding in the house and will pop up later to scare us! 】

[Attention Zhou Dongdong fans, the probability of seeing a ghost in our live broadcast room is 100%, don’t believe it! 】

[Anchor, anchor, tell me, is there a ghost? I don’t trust others, but I trust you. 】

With the influx of Zhou Dongdong's fans, there are indeed many people who are not familiar with Sang Feiwan's style, so they don't believe it at all, but those who believe it have already covered their eyes in advance, waiting to peek through their fingers.

At this moment, a slim figure suddenly appeared in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window behind Zhou Dongdong.

I don't know when the window opened a crack, and the night wind blew in, stirring the curtains and flying.

The girl stood there, her face hidden in the shadows and she couldn't see clearly, only her dress was swaying like a dance.

The drums beat in bursts, and the sound was sad, as if coming from the direction of the girl, and also seemed to come from a distant and mysterious place.

Zhou Dongdong said tremblingly: "Who are you? Why are you pestering me?"

The girl just stood there quietly, neither answering nor leaving.

The public screens also exploded, especially those Zhou Dongdong's fans. They had never seen such a bizarre incident before, and their views were reshaped at this moment.

[This...is this really a ghost? Not played by an actor? 】

[Ah ah ah, I saw it just now, she appeared suddenly, and she, she, she has no feet! 】

[Damn it, my parents went on a trip, and I’m the only one at home today... Wow, parents, please come back quickly, I’m scared! 】

[New fans please calm down, I’m an old fan and I’m here to educate you. The ghosts that appear here generally do not harm people, and usually people are more evil than ghosts. 】

[So, Zhou Dongdong, what bad thing did you do? The last person who was visited by a ghost was Xiu Buluo, and he died gloriously in the end. 】

[Oh my God, is the house going to collapse? No, don't don't hold on, I quite like watching you laugh. 】

Zhou Dongdong no longer has time to read the messages on the public screen.

He was about to cry, and said to Sang Feiwan with a sad face: "It's like this every time. She doesn't say anything when asked. She just stands there and scares people. Oh my God, if I hadn't been strong-hearted, I would have turned into a ghost. ”

Sang Feiwan had already seen clearly the origin of the ghost and said, "It's not that she doesn't want to tell, it's that she can't tell. And the reason why she appears here is because you brought her back."

Zhou Dongdong hurriedly said otherwise: "I can't hide in time, how can I bring her back?"

Sang Feiwan said: "A year ago, did you go to Tibetan areas? There, you bought a small drum and took it home to collect."

After saying this, Zhou Dongdong remembered it.

A year ago, he went to Tibetan areas to record a program.

When I was passing by a market, I immediately caught my eye at the simple-looking snare drum placed on a street stall.

The seller said that this drum is an antique passed down from ancestors, and it can protect peace when placed at home.

So Zhou Dongdong bought the drum at a high price.

Later, he was busy with work and was out of town every day. The snare drum was kept at home and gradually forgotten.

He only remembered this when Sang Feiwan mentioned it.

The drum happened to be on the decorative cabinet next to it. He picked it up and shook it in front of the camera: "This is it. I bought it from the Tibetan area last year. But what does this have to do with that...?"

Sang Feiwan said: "There is a lot of connection of course. Because this drum is made of the girl's human skin, her soul is also imprisoned in the drum and cannot be reincarnated."

"What?!" Zhou Dongdong was startled, and the drum in his hand fell to the ground, making a muffled "dong" sound, which sounded exactly like the weird drum sound just now.

But now, Zhou Dongdong no longer dares to touch the drum.

"I didn't expect it... I just thought it was an ordinary decoration at home. Miss Sang, what should I do now?"

Although he didn't look back, he felt that the girl's ghost eyes were staring at him dimly, like a light on his back.

Sang Feiwan sighed: "She is also a poor person. She was tortured during her lifetime and cannot be reincarnated after her death..."

Everyone in the world is afraid of ghosts, but ghosts come from people.

When people become vicious, they are the biggest evil in the world!

Seventy or eighty years ago, Tibetan areas were still in the era of serfs under the rule of powerful people, and it was popular in the area to use human bones and human skin to make magical instruments.

Initially, people believed that the remains of practicing monks had special powers.

There are even some eminent monks whose last wish is to donate their bones to make spiritual weapons.

But later, there were many nobles who wanted bone artifacts, but there were very few who were truly enlightened monks and voluntarily donated their bones.

Driven by profit, it gradually evolved into using the bodies of ordinary serfs to make bone tools. For example, Zhou Dongdong's human skin drum was made from the human skin of an innocent girl.

They have been imprisoned in temples since they were very young. In order to keep them pure, they were poisoned, mute and deafened, and then studied Buddhism.

After he turned eighteen, he used cruel techniques to pluck his skin alive to make drums.

In the eyes of those lamas and powerful people, such drums have Buddha nature, and when placed at home, they can ward off evil spirits and protect peace.

It's really ironic to say that killing people, taking bones and skinning them would be nice if they don't bring bad luck, but they still want to be blessed.

Zhou Dongdong never expected that an object he bought casually would hide so many bloody inside stories.

However, he was not in the mood to sympathize with others, and asked Sang Feiwan fearfully: "She won't think that I killed her, and is she seeking revenge from me?"

Sang Feiwan said: "She has no intention of harming others. You don't need to be afraid. Just pretend you can't see her."

Zhou Dongdong said: "But I saw it. Even if she doesn't harm me, it's not a big deal if she wanders around my room every day. Is there any way to save her?"

Sang Feiwan naturally knows how to transcend.

She said: "Reciting the Rebirth Mantra across the screen will not be very effective. I still have some time tomorrow morning, so I will go to your house to help you achieve salvation."

"thanks, thanks!"

Zhou Dongdong thanked him repeatedly.

The three hexagrams had been calculated, and Sang Feiwan said to the netizens in the live broadcast room: "Goodbye!" and then went offline.

As for Zhou Dongdong, the screen went black and he was ejected from the live broadcast room.

He suddenly realized: I won't come for salvation until tomorrow, so what should I do tonight? There is a ghost watching my house. Who can save me?

He wanted to escape for the night, but the door to his room couldn't be opened.

The drum beat sounded again: "Dong-dong-dong, dong-dong-dong!"

It’s just that the originally sad drum beat now turned into a brisk rhythm.

But no matter how brisk he was, it couldn't alleviate Zhou Dongdong's fear at the moment.

He closed his eyes, clasped his hands, and begged: "Sister, don't scare me, I will give you salvation tomorrow..."

The sound of the drums disappeared and there was no movement for a while.

Zhou Dongdong slowly opened his eyes, and then faced a young and innocent face.

In such a long time, he had only seen her passing shadow from a distance, but this was the first time he saw her true face.

Her dark eyes were like mysterious and deep gems, and the corners of her curved lips were a bit shy.

It turns out that she is such a beautiful girl.

The next moment, Zhou Dongdong screamed again: No matter how beautiful she is, she is still a ghost, and he is still afraid!

After a night of shock, Sang Feiwan finally arrived at dawn.

I saw Zhou Dongdong's eyes had deep circles, his expression was haggard, and he looked like he was scared out of his wits.

Sang Feiwan was still a little surprised: "That ghost doesn't hurt people, why are you like this?"

Zhou Dongdong said with a mournful face: "She didn't mean to hurt anyone, but she sat across from me and stared at me all night long. Oh my god, my little heart, it's about to shut down so many times!"

Sang Feiwan said "Oh" knowingly, "I forgot that you were afraid of ghosts. If I had known, I would have come here earlier."

Zhou Dongdong: "!!!"

Not many people are not afraid of ghosts!

"Where are the drums?"

Zhou Dongdong quickly pointed to the small drum that fell in the corner of the room. He would never dare to pick it up.

Because it was daytime, the girl's ghost could not come out anymore and was hiding in the drum at the moment.

Sang Feiwan walked over, picked up the drum and asked, "Why did you scare him?"

The drum responded with a "dong-dong" sound.

Sang Feiwan nodded, then turned to Zhou Dongdong and explained: "She heard that you invited me to come to salvation, so she was very happy. She stared at you all night to express her gratitude and love for you. She said, you The nicest person she’s ever met.”

Zhou Dongdong was a little scared at first, but when he heard those last words, his heart softened inexplicably.

He didn't even have a good conversation with her. He just asked Sang Fei to come over late to have peace in his family.

But she thinks he is a good person?

Then how vicious the people she met in the past must have been!

Also, if those people weren't vicious, how could she be made into a human skin drum?

Thinking of the innocent and beautiful girl he saw last night and the suffering she had experienced, Zhou Dongdong felt a little sympathetic.

"Miss Sang, please save her quickly. She is really pitiful!"

Sang Feiwan said: "There is a situation, let me make it clear first. I tell fortunes in the live broadcast room, and each fortune is two thousand. But if you have to go out for foreign affairs, the cost will be calculated separately."

Zhou Dongdong said hurriedly: "I understand, I understand! Sister Lin told me, five million. No problem!"

In fact, when Sang Feiwan helped Lin Ran, he only wanted to take [-] yuan.

But Lin Ran’s assistant misunderstood and added an extra zero.

Afterwards, Sang Feiwan also explained it to Lin Ran, but Lin Ran said: "As long as you are really capable, a few million is not much! If you charge less, it will make you look like you are not up to par!"

Therefore, when introducing customers to Sang Feiwan this time, Lin Ran directly quoted Zhou Dongdong a price of five million.

After negotiating the price, we started to go overboard.

Since the light was too bright during the day and was not good for ghosts, Sang Feiwan asked Zhou Dongdong to close all the curtains at home.

The light in the room was dim, not a ray of sunlight could shine in, so Sang Feiwan began to recite the reincarnation spell.

Golden light slowly appeared on the snare drum, and the golden light reflected in Zhou Dongdong's eyes, and he felt that his vision was gradually blurring.

Suddenly, the scenery in the room disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was the endless grassland, the blue and vast sky, and the horses galloping freely between the vast world.

here is……

Oh, he remembered, it was the Tibetan area he had been to.

There is the most beautiful grassland there, the place closest to the sky.

The wind blew the cattle and sheep away, and innocent girls walked out.

Wearing a bead on her head and a white Tibetan robe, she danced on the grassland with a smile on her face.

Zhou Dongdong has been in the entertainment industry for many years and has seen many beauties. But I have never seen such an innocent girl, as holy and beautiful as the snow lotus of Tianshan Mountain.

He couldn't help but want to get closer, but as soon as he took a step forward, the girl suddenly bent down and bowed to him, then turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the vast world.

"Don't go!"

Zhou Dongdong suddenly came back to his senses, and everything just disappeared like clouds and mist. He returned to his senses and found that he was still at home.

Sang Feiwan said beside him: "The salvation is complete, she has gone to reincarnation."

"Reincarnated? Gone?" Zhou Dongdong remembered the scene he just saw.

Before he could ask, Sang Feiwan explained: "She was very grateful to you for freeing her, so before she left, she let you see what she looked like when she was alive."

Zhou Dongdong thought of the figure dancing gracefully among the blue sky and green grass. It was just a glimpse, but it was already deeply ingrained in his heart.

Unfortunately, this man has passed away and there is no trace of him anymore. There is only an emptiness in my heart and an indescribable sadness.

Sang Feiwan glanced at him sideways: "Can't bear to leave?"

Zhou Dongdong nodded and said with infinite sadness: "I seem to have lost my love."

So Sang Feiwan handed him the human skin drum: "It would be good to keep her remains to see her and reflect on her."

Zhou Dongdong's expression changed instantly: "Take it, take it! I don't want a personal drum in my house, it's scary to think about it."

Sang Feiwan said: "You remind me of an idiom."

"what?"

"Grand Ye loves dragons."

"..."

After the matter was resolved, Zhou Dongdong was very trustworthy and immediately transferred [-] million yuan to Sang Feiwan.

Just after coming out of Zhou Dongdong's house, Sang Feiwan received a call from Bai Jun:

"My grandma, why aren't you at home? Didn't you agree yesterday that you would attend my dad's birthday party today?"

"I didn't forget, I was about to call you."

Sang Feiwan reported the address to Bai Jun and asked him to pick him up.

When Bai Jun drove over, he saw Sang Feiwan wearing a blue-gray gauze Hanfu skirt, with fluttering sleeves and an expression as cold as a fairy.

But the fairy was holding an egg-filled cake in one hand and eating it, and an old little drum in the other hand.

Fairy and earthy, two completely incompatible styles, she has achieved an unprecedented harmony.

"Grandma, why did you eat egg-filled pancakes on the roadside?" Bai Jun was busy and missed yesterday's live broadcast.

"I worked an early shift and didn't have time to have breakfast." Sang Feiwan finished the last bite and threw the garbage bag into the classification trash can in a good manner.

"This drum is quite textured, like an antique." Bai Jun became interested in the small drum in her hand.

"Like it?" Sang Feiwan was wondering what to do with this thing.

"My dad likes to collect antiques. If this is really an antique, it would be a good idea to give it to him as a birthday gift." On his dad's previous birthdays, Bai Jun tried so hard to give him gifts, but in the end they were all coldly thrown aside. But if you don’t send it, it wouldn’t be appropriate. Therefore, Bai Jun worries about giving gifts every year.