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

Meanwhile, at another home.

An old woman with gray hair was closing her eyes and mumbling something.

There was a small bed behind her, and on the bed was an extremely weak man.

The man was skinny and his face was pale and bloodless. From the outside, he looks like a teenager, but in fact he is forty-six years old and is the biological son of the old woman.

The old woman's name is Wu Qing, she is also a member of Xuanmen and has only one son.

Wu Qing's son was born weak and was bedridden for many years. When he reached the age of sixteen, his death was approaching, and the doctor asked him to take him back to prepare for his funeral.

Wu Qing was ruthless and unkind to anyone, but devoted all his efforts and care to his son.

Naturally, she couldn't bear to watch her son die, so she used special techniques to buy her son's life.

Every year during the Ghost Festival, the gates of ghosts open wide and the Yin Qi is at its strongest.

Wu Qing would drop money that had been tampered with beforehand on the side of the road at remote intersections, tempting passers-by to pick it up.

Once someone picks up the money, they implicitly agree to give their life to her.

Afterwards, no matter whether those few notes are spent or discarded again, the transaction is completed and cannot be changed.

The first person to pick up the money will die violently within half an hour, thus hiding the truth and becoming a scapegoat.

And her son will receive ten years of life in exchange.

Even though this method cannot bring his son health. Her son still has to linger on the hospital bed, but as long as he is still alive and by her side, Wu Qing feels that everything is worth it.

From thirty years ago to today, she has successfully implemented this life-buying technique three times.

Every time, young people who are healthy and dressed in ordinary clothes are specially selected.

Being young means having a better quality of life, and wearing ordinary clothes means that you are of ordinary origin. The family members have little knowledge and have no contact with Taoist masters, so they will naturally not doubt the cause of death.

These three "life-exchanging transactions" went smoothly, and her son successfully lived to be 46 years old.

Today is another annual Hungry Ghost Festival, and it is also the time to change my son’s life for the fourth time.

But this time, I don’t know why the life change failed.

The son, who had no chance to live longer, was getting weaker and weaker at the moment, fearing that he would die before dawn.

Although Wu Qing didn't know why, he allowed that young man to save his life, but since he had been chosen by her, he had to die on her son's behalf!

The pieces of money Zhang Xiaoyu picked up contained her spell. Even if the life-exchanging transaction was not completed, there would still be a bond between the other party and her son.

At this moment, she used this bond to use a more vicious technique - to induce the other party to commit suicide!

Although this method of death can easily make the other party's family suspicious, there is nothing they can do about it now.

She closed her eyes, and through that trace of bondage, she could sense that the other party had picked up the knife. However, his relatives should be nearby, so he stopped him and didn't make a move.

"Mother……"

The son on the couch next to him groaned in pain: "I feel so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable..."

"Son, if you bear with me a little longer, mom will save your life soon!"

She took out a piece of black spell paper and burned it while chanting: "Get away! Get away! Kill yourself, kill yourself! Kill!"

Vaguely, Wu Qing could sense that Zhang Xiaoyu's mood suddenly rose, and he broke away from the person who was blocking him, raising the kitchen knife high... towards his head.

"stop!"

The door was suddenly kicked open, bringing out a ray of breeze and instantly extinguishing the flames on the talisman paper.

Zhang Xiaoyu on the other side suddenly froze, and Lao Zhang also reacted and grabbed the kitchen knife.

Wu Qing looked at Sang Feiwan who appeared at the door with a cold face: "Who are you and why do you ruin my good deeds?"

Sang Feiwan's tone was still cold, but now it was mixed with a little anger: "If what you do is a good thing, I won't care about it. But if you harm others, I won't allow it!"

"I asked why that boy couldn't die. It turns out you were the one causing trouble in secret!"

Wu Qing looked Sang Feiwan up and down, wondering about her origins and her strength.

Look at her wearing a thin skirt and not carrying any magic weapon or anything like that. He guessed that even if she was a member of Xuanmen, it would be a bit presumptuous for her to go into battle so lightly.

She sneered and said: "Little girl, don't think that you can meddle in other people's business just because you have learned some superficial skills. The world is big and there are many experts. If you leave immediately, I will not pursue it. But if you get in the way again, don't Blame me for being rude to you!"

Instead of leaving, Sang Feiwan walked in.

She glanced at the dying man on the bed, shook her head and sighed: "Why bother living like this? For you, maybe death is the solution."

Wu Qing said angrily: "Who allowed you to talk nonsense in front of my son!"

After saying that, she took out a fruit knife and stabbed Sang Feiwan.

Despite her age, she is agile and has good kung fu. Even if they are still several strong men, she can easily defeat them.

But no matter how good his skills were, they were nothing compared to Sang Feiwan.

She stood there motionless, and when the knife was about to stab her body, she raised her hand, caught the blade with two fingers, and gently broke it, so that the blade broke into two pieces. So fragile that it looked like it was made of ice.

She dropped the blade in disgust and clapped her hands again, as if she was afraid it would get dirty.

Wu Qing finally realized that her skills were not inferior to his, and he didn't dare to try harder.

Wu Qing said: "You want to protect that young man? Well, I'll give you face and let him go. You leave quickly, and we won't mess with each other in the future."

Sang Feiwan said, "Let him go? Then, are you looking for another scapegoat? I'm not afraid to tell you that you can't find a scapegoat tonight."

"You! You've gone too far!" Wu Qing's expression changed with anger, "Since you don't know what's good for you, I'll fight you!"

However, this time, before she could make another move, Sang Feiwan condensed a burst of spiritual power from her fingertips and transformed into a light cord.

The light cord instantly wrapped around Wu Qing's neck and tightened, making it difficult for her to breathe but preventing her from dying easily.

Sang Feiwan, on the other hand, looked at the man in front of him who was struggling but couldn't break free with a joking look on his face, and said coldly: "With you? Who dares to fight with me?"

"You...who are you?" Wu Qing finally knew he was afraid at this moment.

No wonder, she dares to go into battle lightly without any magic weapon. With such ability, any magic weapon becomes redundant.

Sang Feiwan didn't answer her, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, looking at Wu Qing as if he was looking at a dead fish struggling to its death.

"You can't kill me, otherwise the people from the Yinjiu Sect will not let you go!" Wu Qing was still trying his best to find a way to survive when he was sharing life and death.

"Yinjiu Sect? What sect is it again? I don't know which one is more powerful, Shoulongshan." Sang Feiwan murmured to himself. When he thought of Shoulongshan, the man with the jade tree facing the wind came to mind again - Yu Beiming.

When Wu Qing heard the words "Shou Longshan", he was surprised and said: "It turns out that you are the one who guards Longshan. No wonder..."

It seems there was a misunderstanding.

Wu Qing said: "If you really want to kill me, I will admit it. I just ask you to let my son go. He has a hard life and it is not easy to live. Please, let me give him one last life!"

Up until this moment, she had not forgotten to save her son's life.

Sang Feiwan sneered: "The hard life is not the reason for you to harm others! If your son wants to live, does someone else's son deserve to die?"

At this moment, a "Puff" sound suddenly came from the side.

Wu Qing's eyes widened suddenly and he shouted: "Son!"

Her sickly son had already stabbed his own chest with a broken blade. The huge pain made his whole body tremble, but his face showed an unprecedented look of joy.

"Why...why..." Wu Qing trembled and crawled to his son's side, trying to cover the blood on his son's chest, but he didn't dare to touch him for fear that he would be more hurt.

"Why don't you wait? There must be a way for Mom to help you survive. Why are you so stupid!"

The son said: "It's no use... Mom, in order to let me live, you harmed... harmed so many people. But you... why don't you ask me if I want to live?"

He could live on for a long time, but he could not change his weak and broken body.

In order to prevent others from noticing his strangeness, he had not even gone out for so many years.

Such a boring and long life made him miserable. He wanted to end this absurd life countless times, but he did not have the courage to face death.

At this moment, he finally defeated his fear. When his life was about to end, his heart was as peaceful as ever.

Stiff eyes turned to Sang Feiwan, and his tone was a bit pleading: "If I die, my mother... won't harm others. Please let... let her go..."

After saying that, he tilted his head weakly and breathed out.

"My son...my son!" Wu Qing threw himself on his son's body and cried loudly.

Sang Feiwan just watched indifferently, as if such a life and death separation was not worth mentioning in her eyes.

Wu Qing cried for a while, then suddenly raised his eyes and glared at Sang Feiwan hatefully: "You still won't let me go?"

Sang Feiwan said nothing, but his attitude said everything.

Wu Qing took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood from the corner of his son's mouth, and straightened his body so that he could lie down more comfortably even if he was dead.

After doing all this, she reached out tremblingly and slowly pulled out the half-cut blade from her son's chest, then gritted her teeth and stabbed it into her heart.

……

Lao Zhang dragged his son back to the bed, still not daring to relax, for fear that the terrifying scene just now would happen again.

He even found ropes and tied Zhang Xiaoyu to the bed.

Just after they were tied up, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly woke up and shouted: "Dad, Dad, why are you tying me up?"

Lao Zhang strengthened the rope and said: "Son, please be patient! Dad is here to save you too! If what happened just now happens again, Dad may not be able to hold you down..."

Then Zhang Xiaoyu realized what a terrible thing had happened to him and he almost lost his life.

But now, he really feels like he's healed. Apart from being exhausted, he felt no discomfort and begged his father to loosen his bonds.

At this time, Sang Feiwan finally replied to Lao Zhang: "The matter has been resolved and your son is fine."

Lao Zhang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to untie his son, but stopped again: "Although Miss Sang said it's okay. But what if the other party has another bad move? Son, for safety reasons, you'd better humiliate yourself and tie him up." Go to sleep. Why is it not sleep anyway?"

Zhang Xiaoyu: "..."

The moonlight slipped quietly into the clouds, and the night became darker and darker.

By the remote pond, the sound of frogs was ringing, which sounded inexplicably breathtaking.

But the scholar is not obsessive but doesn't feel scared at all. He is naturally courageous.

When he was a child, there was a funeral at a neighbor's house. When the adults weren't paying attention, he quietly climbed into the coffin to see the dead person, and even took away the gold bracelet from the dead person's hand.

It is also because he is bold and fearless. After entering the new media industry, in order to attract attention and traffic, he did many crazy and jaw-dropping behaviors under the slogan of breaking superstition.

At this moment, even if he was alone by a desolate wild pond in the middle of the night, he didn't feel scared.

He also took out his fishing rod and chatted with the fans in the live broadcast room with a smile: "Brothers, do you think I can catch a water ghost?"

"Hahaha, let me tell you. This wild pond has really drowned many people before. When I was a child, our parents didn't allow us to play here, saying that water ghosts would kidnap us. But look at it - —”

He scanned the camera around the pond so that the fans in the live broadcast room could see it more clearly, and he shouted loudly: "Hey, water ghost! Are you there? Get up and look for me! Follow me. Let’s go fishing together!”

The wild pond was quiet. Occasionally, the night wind blew by, and the fallen leaves hung on the ground, making a rustling sound, which was slightly eerie.

The scholar didn't hesitate and had already put the bait on. He put his mobile phone up and said, "Let's go!" The bait was raised high and thrown far into the center of the pond, causing ripples in circles.

After fishing for a while, no fish took the bait. Fans on the public screen shouted that they were bored and wanted to retire and sleep.

The scholar spoke hurriedly to liven up the atmosphere: "I don't want to play such a boring game. But the anchor named Sang said that I will meet what I want to see here. Hey, everyone, don't leave. I'll catch it later. It’s time to fish, I’ll show you how to grill the fish. I’ve prepared all the seasonings!”

As he was talking, he suddenly felt the fishing rod shaking and the fluorescent buoy in the distance sinking.

The scholar said without any hesitation: "The fish is hooked. Let me tell you, the fish in this pond are very fat and very big!"

As he spoke, he wanted to reel in the rod, but he didn't know how big the fish was that was hooked. It actually bent the fishing rod and couldn't move it at all.

The scholar stood up without hesitation and tried harder to drag the things out of the water.

Just at this time, the moon slipped out of the clouds, and its clear light fell on the pond, allowing him to see clearly what was on the bait.

That turned out to be a bunch of hair! Floating on the water like water plants.

The scholar did not hesitate to curse: "Who is so bored that he throws his wig into the pond..."

By the end of the sentence, it was stuck in my throat. Because at this moment he saw that the ball of hair slowly emerged from the water and turned into the outline of a head.

He raised his head slightly, revealing a face that was white and swollen with water.

The clear moonlight just shone on that face, and he could clearly see the lips on the face slightly raised into a sinister smile.

"Ah!" Scholar Buyou exclaimed and hurriedly threw away the fishing rod.

On the public screen in the live broadcast room, netizens were still chatting and spanking:

[Scholar, what are you calling? Are you trying to scare people on purpose? 】

[Haha, don’t tell me there is a ghost, I don’t believe it. Since becoming a fan of you, I am now a staunch atheist! 】

[Scholar, what exactly did you see? 】

The scholar pointed the phone camera at the head on the river without hesitation: "Maybe it's a dead person... No, it just smiled at me..."

Later, his voice began to tremble.

[There is nothing on the river. What on earth did you see? 】

[Scholar, do you want to transform into a supernatural anchor, deliberately pretending to be a ghost for your brothers? 】

[Okay, stop pretending. Nothing, just pretending to be real. If you want to pretend, you might as well put some props up for us to see. 】

The scholar pointed to the river tremblingly: "You...really can't see it?"