Live fortune telling: All the people in the underworld are her younger brothers

The Black and White Impermanence walked out of the Ghost Gate, with mist lingering under their feet, as if they were walking on clouds.

Seeing this, the ghost immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Seventh Master, Eighth Master, I was wrong. Everything is my fault. I am willing to be punished. I have only one request. Please do not take my young man away. He is the last remaining child of our Ouyang family."

【Black... Black and White Impermanence? 】

[I just said that watching the live broadcast can broaden your horizons. You can see the soul-catching messenger while you are alive! ]

【Greetings to the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master! 】

[Wife, wife, shouldn’t we mortals pay our respects to the Soul Catcher when we see him? Please don’t sit there, what if the Black and White Impermanence gets angry? ]

[Don’t mention it, Black and White Impermanence are pretty handsome, so are they good friends or...]

The mystics and special management bureau personnel who were watching the live broadcast stood up one after another.

This was the first time they saw the real Black and White Impermanence.

The fifth elder narrowed his cloudy eyes and looked for Jiang Ling's phone number, ready to remind Jiang Ling not to be unreasonable. They were soul-catchers, and the mystic masters were in awe of them.

However, Jiang Ling's cell phone was placed on the computer desk. The Fifth Elder called several times, but none of them went through. He was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"No." Jiang Ling glanced at the ghost who was kneeling on the ground, then looked at the Black and White Impermanence, and smiled, "What do the two soul-collecting messengers think?"

When the six words "Lord Soul Catcher" were heard, the corners of Black and White Impermanence's mouth twitched slightly.

Hei Wuchang's image is always cold, gloomy and serious. Moreover, since he knew that Jiang Ling was broadcasting live, he became even more serious and majestic, staring at the confused Tianma.

Xie Bian, the White Ghost, had a kind face and a nice smile, so the task of talking naturally fell to him.

It was obvious that he hadn't yet come to terms with those six words. As soon as he opened his mouth, his long tongue fell out.

When did this reckless Sister Ling ever call them like that? She was not panicked at all.

Tianma was now completely desperate. A second ago, he still insisted on his theory, guessing that these were all actors hired by the rich people.

Is this really the Black and White Impermanence?

Do these things really exist in this world?

Judging from their conversation, the ghost was his ancestor? What was going on?

"We think we should let him live. What do you think?" Xie Bian smiled with his long tongue sticking out.

The number of ghosts in the underworld has already increased dramatically. Since Jiang Ling showed up, both children and animals have become trouble.

In their view, people nowadays would rather not die than die. They struggle for money when they are alive, and they will still struggle for those things after they die. There is no essential difference.

[You? Bai Wuchang uses you? How high is Master Jiang's status? ]

[I don't think it's a matter of status. Judging from ancient rumors, Bai Wuchang is a friendly and easy-going person. 'You' might be Bai Wuchang's catchphrase.]

[So handsome, although sticking out his tongue is a bit funny, a dark-skinned, scheming man, and a white-skinned, gentle man, so cute. ]

[It’s okay to be unpopular when it comes to CP, but don’t be weird. 】

Jiang Ling frowned, it was obvious that Bai Wuchang had said something wrong.

"But then again, this person has committed heinous crimes and will definitely go to hell to be punished after his death. That's not too much trouble, right?" Xie Bian turned around and looked at Fan Wujiu.

Fan Wujiu still had a cold expression on his face.

"Didn't you say that I can't die as long as my life span is not over? What do you ghost officials think of our lives? I'm just a righteous anti-counterfeiting blogger! I'm still broadcasting live! They are all watching!" Tianma's face turned green.

Jiang Ling clicked her tongue irritably: "I know the rules. A soul-collector can only collect the souls of the dead. If I kill him with my own hands, it will damage my merits. In this way, you."

Jiang Ling looked at Bai Wuchang and said, "Go to the underworld and pull out the people who died because of him. Let the netizens see what kind of person this so-called righteous anti-counterfeiting blogger is."

[What? What is this operation? Is this allowed? Isn't it against the rules? ]

【The underworld may really be different from what we imagine. 】

[What is the origin of this master? Is he giving orders to the Black and White Impermanence? How dare he do that? ]

"This is against the rules. They should still be in the underworld. But if we call them over, we need to report to the higher-ups. We still have..."

Jiang Ling's slender fingers tapped the tabletop in annoyance. Bai Wuchang had no choice but to nod, "Then again, those people are all pitiful. They all need justice. The world also needs justice. Please wait a moment. I'll be back soon."

[Bai Wuchang is a funny guy? This twist caught me off guard. 】

[Why do I feel like they are afraid of Master Jiang? ]

[How is it possible that a soul-catcher would be afraid of ordinary people? I saw Master Jiang sitting there without saying much. Maybe she was frightened.]

[What's going on? Why are there so many...ghosts...?]

Bai Wuchang was just about to go in through the Ghost Gate to look for someone when twenty or so ghosts walked out of the Ghost Gate.

There are men and women, old and young.

Bai Wuchang reacted quickly and stood beside Fan Wujiu with a smile on his face.

Fortunately, it was Jiang Ling, the little devil that the underworld both loved and hated. If it were any other mystic, he would not have received such treatment.

Some netizens who frequently surf the Internet suddenly became uneasy.

[Ahh, isn't that a prostitute? Tianma proved that she had no self-respect, was not decent, and was a mistress.]

[And that teacher, I remember him. At that time, Tianma said that he raped students and did not let go of underage students. He was simply a beast. ]

[The guy with glasses is a writer, right? He was accused of plagiarism, but Tianma proved it. He died at home in the end. The police found a lot of prank express deliveries in his home.]

......

The appearance of these ghosts made Tianma's heart beat wildly and a feeling of fear surged throughout his body.

"The judge asked us to come out and clarify for ourselves. It was you who spread rumors on the Internet and forced us to death."

"My family didn't trust me, my friends abandoned me, and I received an endless amount of body deliveries every day."

Jiang Ling yawned lazily and closed her beautiful eyes.

More than twenty ghosts recounted the grievances they had suffered in their lifetime and the truth behind the events.

Tianma has no friends in real life. He is lonely, conceited and psychologically twisted.

One day, I suddenly expressed my opinion on something in the comment section, which received a lot of approval and attention.

This gave him a huge sense of satisfaction in his heart, and he brainwashed himself, to the point where even he was deceived by himself.

He would maliciously infer his own disgusting thoughts onto others and fabricate evidence to frame others.

The vast majority of netizens are only willing to believe what they believe. They think what Tianma said is right, very realistic, very interesting, and clearly exposes the evil of human nature.

Soon, Tianma became the number one anti-counterfeiting blogger on the Internet.

After these wronged ghosts told everything clearly, there was a moment of silence in the barrage.

Aren't they the hands that push those dead into the abyss?

"Tianma, do you plead guilty?" Jiang Ling opened his eyes.

"Yes, I did it all. So what? Don't think I haven't read online novels. You are already dead. If you really kill me for revenge, you will be punished when you go back! The Black and White Impermanence are here. Do you dare to touch me?"

The ghosts knew they were no match for the ghost messenger, so they all lowered their heads and dared not speak.

"Hiss, Cui Jue called me. Let's go, let's go back first." Xie Bian pulled Fan Wujiu and the little ghost into the Ghost Gate, and the Ghost Gate closed.

Tianma: ??? Is this in accordance with the rules?