Metaphysics boss relies on live broadcast fortune telling to earn merit

This sudden good news disturbed everyone's dreams. Within half an hour, all the leaders involved in the project arrived at the base.

From their messy hair, wrong clothes and slippers, you can tell how hurried they were along the way.

Taoist Master Qingfeng looked at the totems converging towards the center. A gleam of light emerged from the dull black. He shook the lottery tube on the table.

The result this time did not disappoint everyone. For the first time in more than ten years, they won the lottery.

"Everyone split up and must find this fellow Taoist!"

After making a plan, Su Yan started to prepare the necessary tools after learning the steps and methods of live broadcast online.

In the evening, a live broadcast room with the label of fortune telling and exorcism appeared on the Tomato website.

Su Yan's live broadcast activities are known to everyone in her family. Although they don't understand why she does this, as a family member, they will give her enough support. Ye Youqian also spends money to spread the popularity to express his gratitude.

With the help of several people, Su Yan's live broadcast successfully appeared on the recommended homepage, and many people flocked to the live broadcast room.

[For such a beautiful woman, why would she want to imitate others to deceive her? 】

[Beauty, you can play games and sing. If you can't chat with us, we will stay here with you because of your face. There is really no need for this method. 】

Su Yan ignored the content of the barrage: "I only know fortune telling in this live broadcast room. If you are not interested, you can leave."

Her self-confidence inspired some people to rebel and insist on staying here to see what she was capable of.

"The years are quiet and I am applying for a connection."

Su Yan connected to the video. Her avatar and name made people think he would be a middle-aged man, but he didn't expect it to be a young boy.

[If such a young person believes this, it can’t be procrastination! 】

[At first glance, it looked like they were colluding. It was boring, so I withdrew. 】

Zhou Zixian looked at the barrage in the live broadcast room and wanted to hang up the video, but then thought of what happened at his home during this period, so he stayed.

"Master, I want to consult for my father. He has been very unlucky in the past two years. He has been involved in more than a dozen car accidents, both large and small. Although they were not fatal, he still had to lie in bed for a while."

Ever since his father was hit by a car for the first time two years ago, this kind of thing has happened constantly. Some cars that look far away from him will always happen inexplicably around him, causing him harm.

The same thing happened too many times, so it can't be called a coincidence. They also found a relatively famous goddess and spent a lot of money, but the disaster was not improved.

Yesterday, my father was injured again by a cyclist. While accompanying him in the hospital, he saw Su Yan's live broadcast and wanted to see if there was any improvement.

"Can you let me have a video chat with your father? If it's not convenient, a photo will do."

"My father just fell asleep. I'll give you his photo."

Su Yan looked at the photos in the video. The filial line that should have been broken long ago was still there, but the one connected to him was a ghost.

"He's not your biological father?"

"Yes, he and my mother are recombined families, but he is very good to me. Master, wait a minute, I will wake up my father now."

[The anchor’s blind cat is really in trouble with a dead mouse. 】

[If this is not a collusion, it means that the anchor is still somewhat capable. 】

When Wang Qiang heard his son say that someone could help him, he immediately woke up. In the past two years, he had lived in fear every day, fearing that he would be hit and killed one day.

"Hello, Master, I am Wang Qiang, you must help me."

"Our conversation will be broadcast live. Can you accept it?"

Wang Qiang: "Yes, I can accept anything."

Wang Qiang's face appeared on the screen, and the man lying behind him was also exposed to Su Yan's eyes. He was a man covered in blood, with no good spot on his body.

Wang Gensheng was playing with his father. He didn't understand why his father didn't want to pay attention to him. When he noticed other eyes, he smiled at Su Yan.

The moment he started laughing, the skin on his face broke away from the tissue and kept falling down. Wang Gensheng stopped smiling at a loss, picked up the fragments on the ground and pressed them to his face.

Su Yan checked his soul body and found that this man was born with damaged intelligence and stayed in the world because he could not find a way to reincarnate.

"Wang Qiang, where is your biological son? Have you never thought of finding him in all these years?"

Wang Qiang's face looked unnatural for a moment: "Master, you have made a mistake. I don't have a son. I only have three daughters."

[At the scene of a large-scale car rollover, I just said how could such a young anchor be able to tell fortunes. 】

"Wang Qiang, twenty-five years ago, you were looked down upon by the villagers because your first three children were all daughters. Then I heard somewhere that there was a goddess who could bring sons to you.

When your wife was pregnant, the two of you went to the goddess with the money you collected, hoping that she would fulfill your wish.

The Goddess tells you that each of you only has three chances, and you need to accept the last one, good or bad.

The first time you pulled up a man with a defective right finger, you gave up.

The second time, it was a one-legged doll, but you still chose to give up.

The third time, you held your breath and concentrated, and finally pulled out a perfect one. You happily thanked the goddess, but you didn't notice that there was a hole behind the puppet's head.

The goddess knew about the child's problem, but if the soul she summoned was abandoned, she would naturally bear the consequences. For her own sake, she said nothing.

As expected, the child was born, and it turned out to be a boy, and you could finally raise your head.

What you didn't expect is that the child is one year old and still can't speak. You take him to the hospital and you get the result that the child is born stupid.

You were ready to abandon him, but your wife couldn't bear to have her child abandoned and said that she could take good care of him, so you gave up your thoughts. "

Wang Qiang's face turned pale. He didn't expect that what he had hidden for so many years would be exposed like this. He didn't dare to look at his son's eyes.

Zhou Zixian looked at Wang Qiang with disappointment. He always thought that he was lucky enough to experience fatherly love from his stepfather. Now it seems that the love he gave him was for himself or because he was a son.

"Father, where is your biological son? Why haven't I heard you mention him?"

Wang Qiang also wanted to hide it: "His sister took him out to play and accidentally got lost. I was afraid that he would be sad if she mentioned it, so I didn't say anything."

Zhou Zixian no longer believed his words: "Master, is he telling the truth?"

"When your wife was alive, she did take good care of your son and tried to teach him some common sense, because she knew your character. If she left, you would quickly abandon this tart.

Five years ago, she died of illness. When she died, she handed over the money she had secretly saved over the years to you, hoping that you would give her child a bite to eat and help him find a place to live. "

The scene of that day flashed before Su Yan's eyes: "But what did you do? On the fifth day after her death, you drove your son out early in the morning and didn't come back until the evening. The two of them went and one returned home. Tell me, you took your son out with you." Where are the children who are out?"