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

"Look, look, that little demon is definitely not a human. It disappeared! You still don't believe what I said? Didn't I say you can call the police? You don't care?"

the woman screamed at the police station.

The police then turned their attention to the live broadcast room. Master Jiang's live broadcast room was empty at some point.

"I'm really sorry, but we police officers really can't do anything about this... and you can't provide any evidence. How about... you go to the Special Management Bureau?" someone suggested.

The woman was furious and scratched her head. "Then can you police help me find someone? My husband and son are missing and I can't contact them. Can you take care of this?"

The policeman nodded.

The live broadcast room was very lively.

[Where is my wife? Have you seen my wife? ]

[How come Master Jiang disappeared in the blink of an eye? ]

[Another flash? Oh my god, where did it flash to? It forgot about us fans. 】

Yuan Qiqi arrived at the Martyrs' Cemetery, picked up her cell phone, and was about to ask Master Jiang about the specific location of her benefactor when she saw a woman in a red dress standing not far away with her back to him.

The woman's long hair fluttered in the wind. She was tall and slender. She stood under the night sky, looking up slightly at the night sky.

This outfit is... "Master Jiang?"

Jiang Ling turned around slowly, and the black snake head on the back of her hand moved in sync with her and looked at Yuan Qiqi.

【Slurp, slurp, so beautiful, lick the screen. 】

[What are you still standing there for? Take a screenshot. My god, it’s even more stunning than some of the photo albums of young actresses.]

[If I hadn't known this was Master Jiang, I would have been scared to death, late at night.]

[In the Martyrs' Cemetery, even if there are ghosts, I am not afraid! ]

[Why is my wife here in Martyrs Park? Is something big going to happen?]

[Wow, Master Jiang, please hold an offline fan meeting. I want to grab the tickets! ]

[Aren't you afraid that she will set up a formation and rob you of your luck? ]

[My wife is not that kind of person. She is a good person and does good things. She is talking about merit.]

[Look, there is a small black snake on my hand. Is it my wife's pet? ]

[I have heard that some mystics like to keep pets, such as foxes, black cats, and birds. Master Jiang actually keeps a snake. So cool!]

Jiang Ling opened her thin lips and quickly recalled her memories of the Martyrs Cemetery: "Yeah."

"Why are you here? Is there a ghost here? What special identity does my benefactor have?"

Seeing Master Jiang coming in person, I felt a lot more at ease.

"No, he's there."

Jiang Ling pointed to a stone chair not far away. A man was lying on the chair, wrapped tightly in rough and ragged clothes.

Yuan Qiqi couldn't help but tighten her grip on the phone, bit her lip slightly, and walked forward with heavy steps.

The man seemed to have fallen asleep, and the oversized black plastic bag placed next to the stone bench made a rustling sound.

Yuan Qiqi choked up: "Hello...how are you?"

The other party didn't respond.

Yuan Qiqi poked the man and raised her voice: "Hello?"

[Although...but, little sister, are you too nervous? Isn't he deaf and dumb? No matter how loud you shout, he can't hear you, right? ? ]

[Oh, yes, he is deaf-mute, I didn’t even realize it.]

The man felt someone touching him and subconsciously stood up in a panic, lowered his head, looked for the plastic bag, and bowed repeatedly to express his disgust before leaving.

Yuan Qiqi's eyes felt sore and her nose felt hot. She knelt down instantly so that the old man could see her clearly.

The old man had dry and white hair, a short and hunched stature, and deep wrinkles on his cheeks. Looking at his face, Yuan Qiqi instantly recalled the night half a year ago.

At that time, she had not bought a house yet and was renting one. She had dinner with a client and drank too much. On her way home, she was followed by two men. Just when she was about to be killed.

An old man who was picking up garbage rushed over and wrestled with them. The two men might have been drunk and finally ran away in a daze. She went up to ask the old man if he was okay. The old man said nothing, picked up the black plastic bag and left the alley.

It's him...

He has been protecting her.

Thinking of this, Yuan Qiqi burst into tears and knelt down to hug the old man's legs: "It's me, look at me, you remember me, right? Come home with me, I will take care of you in your old age, okay?"

[Wow, wow, wow, I cried my eyes out while hugging my boyfriend’s eight-pack abs. 】

[It seems that the young lady was so excited that she forgot that he couldn't hear her at all. ]

[From my perspective, this woman said this on purpose for us to hear. How can she not take advantage of Master Jiang's popularity? When we take this old man home in the future and shoot some short videos, I wonder how many fans she can attract! ]

[Admin sister, block this disgusting person! ]

The Young Master in Underpants was muted by the administrator and kicked out of the room.

The old man's rough, calloused hands peeled away the bangs that blocked his view. When he saw Yuan Qiqi's face, the corners of his mouth trembled and his cloudy eyes gradually focused.

The pair of hands covered in dust and dirt stopped in mid-air, and he hesitated for a long time. Yuan Qiqi didn't know what he wanted to express.

Suddenly I realized that the old man was deaf and dumb. He could neither speak nor hear.

Yuan Qiqi turned around and looked at Jiang Ling. Jiang Ling was looking up at the sky, as if in a daze?

"Master Jiang, is there any way to make him speak or hear sounds?"

Jiang Ling came back to her senses and walked towards Yuan Qiqi: "He was born like this. Forcing him to speak and listen is against the will of heaven. He will never be reincarnated after entering the underworld."

Yuan Qiqi quickly shook her head. This wouldn't work. The price was too high. With her current abilities, she could take good care of him and provide him with a place that would be warm in winter and cool in summer.

"Martyrs' Park." Jiang Ling murmured and turned his back again.

Just now, she recalled the origin of the Martyrs' Cemetery, the war history of those years, and the heroic deeds of those who defended their country during their lifetime.

Their firm beliefs and spirit of sacrifice for the country are so great that in her eyes, the Martyrs' Cemetery is like a mountain of gold.

If only I could take this power for myself...

Jiang Ling's lips curled up evilly, she slowly raised her hand, a gleam in her eyes.

The netizens who were watching the live broadcast had no idea what Jiang Ling was going to do, but those 'friends' who were watching the live broadcast in the underworld knew it very well.

Queen Hou Tu: "Crazy! Is this little girl really crazy about power?"

Cui Jue: "Sister Xiao Ling, this is immoral. Although you were unruly and domineering in the past, you never did anything to people like them."

Meng Po: "The little devil is indeed a little devil, very interesting. Hey, what is the origin of the little black snake?"

Niutou: "Hey, Horse-faced, is Sister Xiaoling trying to absorb the power of the Martyrs' Cemetery?"

Black Impermanence: "Fallen."

...

Someone wearing a mask was broadcasting live, and the person who was watching Jiang Ling's live broadcast in split screen was secretly complaining: King Ling, you are more likable than before.

Then close the split screen.

When the incantation was finished, a dazzling golden light burst out with Jiang Ling as the center, so bright that people could not open their eyes for a moment.

Netizens who were watching the live broadcast seemed to be able to feel the suffocating pressure and shock through the screen.

Soon, the golden light faded away, and the originally empty Martyrs' Cemetery was suddenly filled with a bunch of souls. They were generally wearing green military uniforms with patches, looking imposing, and their expressions were solemn and dignified, standing in neat rows.

The ten leaders lined up in a row, each holding a gun. They stood straight with sharp eyes and looked at each other, none of them reacting to what was happening.

[You can breathe now, right? ]

[..I am crying, senior, hello senior! ]

[At this moment, Master Jiang was directly deified in his live broadcast room. Dear ancestors, please accept my respects! ]

[If it weren't for them, we wouldn't be who we are today. I cry so hard. ]

[I put the phone on a stand, and my family knelt and bowed in front of it.]

Jiang Ling tilted her head inexplicably, her eyebrows slightly raised: "Heroic Spirit, so you are all here, why don't you go to the underworld to reincarnate?"