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

"You! You! You!" Aunt Chen glared with anger, her chest heaving violently, as if she would faint in the next second.

As Shao Guang was patting his mother's back, the phone rang. It was his sister calling.

He didn't want to answer the call at first, but then he thought of what Jiang Ling had just said, and he answered the call and pressed the hands-free button.

"Brother, Dad...Dad seems to be dying. I'm on my way to take him to the hospital. Where are you?"

"What? I'm in the hospital too. What happened to Dad?" Shao Guang paused while patting his mother's back.

Aunt Chen stopped shouting and just sat on the hospital bed in a daze with her eyes blank.

"I don't know either. I just got home and saw my dad lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth." The woman's voice was urgent and her pronunciation was clear on the phone.

"It's okay...it's okay, bring dad to the hospital first, I'll wait for you in the hospital."

Shao Guang was anxious at first, but then he thought of something and regained his composure.

"okay."

After hanging up the phone, he thought calmly, while Aunt Chen continued to point at Jiang Ling and curse: "It's all your fault. You're such a bad luck, you killed your father and now you're cursing my family. If it weren't for you, would my wife have died? I'm going to sue you! I'm going to call the police!"

"There is something hateful about pitiful people."

"What are you talking about? Come on, take back what you just said. You said my old man will survive!" Aunt Chen excitedly.

"Enough of this feudal superstition..."

Shao Guang suddenly thought of something and turned around to look at Jiang Ling.

He said that when he saw the photo, he felt like he looked familiar. It turned out to be the recently popular Master Jiang.

He has never watched Master Jiang's live broadcast, but he has seen a lot of videos about her, which are very mysterious.

The most outrageous thing is sending the souls of the heroes in the Martyrs' Cemetery back to the underworld. It is so fake and outrageous. Could it be that... they really have that ability?

"How did you know my father was dead?" Shao Guang asked tentatively.

"Don't you very much wish him dead?"

"Don't talk nonsense. What child in this world wants his father to die? I... Mom, I'll go see if there's an ambulance coming."

Shao Guang ran out in a hurry, not even bothering to comfort his mother.

Aunt Chen was still wearing her hospital gown, and she ran out after him, fearing that something might happen.

Before leaving, he still cursed at Jiang Ling.

"Lingling, what did you see?" Jiang Yingxue asked puzzledly.

"Well, none of their family will live long. Also, his son is not an employee of Pei's. He is involved in pyramid schemes and sells health products. His daughter died a long time ago."

Jiang Ling spoke so calmly, as if life and death were commonplace to her.

Jiang Yingxue was shocked, but she quickly put away her curiosity. Seeing her daughter's indifferent expression, she comforted her, "Good girl, everyone has their own destiny. Lingling, please don't blame yourself for these things."

"Of course, I was thinking, I'm going out for a nice meal soon, what will I eat?"

"Eat?" Jiang Yingxue was surprised.

Jiang Yun'an came back from outside: "Lingling, there is a Mr. Deng who wants to ask you for help. I wonder if you have time. If it's convenient, let's have lunch together at noon."

This was the first time that Jiang Yingxue experienced her daughter's abilities up close. Could she even calculate something like this?

Jiang Ling nodded: "Okay."

"You agree?" Jiang Yun'an didn't have much hope and just mentioned it casually.

"Well, isn't he useful to you?"

Jiang Yunan smiled. In just a few days, his cold and unsympathetic sister seemed to have changed. "I'll take you there at noon."

Deng De'en, the president of Deng Group, is 23 years old. Although he is an illegitimate child, he was designated as the only heir by the former chairman.

Fortunately, he is very capable and manages the company in an orderly manner. Although he is still young, he has the demeanor of a person in power.

Many directors also felt that he had learned a lot from the older generation of chairmen, and the voices of opposition were getting smaller and smaller.

This was the message Pang Huan sent her.

In the hospital corridor, the tense atmosphere was like solidified air, making it hard to breathe.

Aunt Chen’s roars and cries echoed at the hospital entrance.

His wife died on the way to the hospital despite failed rescue efforts.

"Old man, oh, why are you gone? How can I live like this? The good days are not over yet. Wake up..."

Aunt Chen knelt on the ground, crying loudly, crying heart-wrenchingly, and tearing at the white cloth.

The children stood straight behind him, silent for a while, each with their own thoughts.

The woman had thick bangs and wore clumsy black glasses. When she lowered her head, even her face could not be seen clearly.

After Shao Guang figured out everything quickly, he bent down and supported his mother: "Mom, it's okay. The dead can't be resurrected. You're not well yet. Don't cry."

"You know shit, that's not right, the old man has always been in good health, how could he suddenly die? Impossible, impossible, it must be you, right? It must be you, you want revenge on your father, you killed him!"

Aunt Chen yelled crazily, pulling her daughter's arm and questioning her. She looked hideous, with messy hair, like a mad psychopath.

The woman was like a tumbler, allowing her mother to grab her without saying a word or struggling.

"Mom, don't get excited. How could it be my sister? If it was my sister who did it, would she call an ambulance? Okay, the dead cannot be resurrected. Don't torture my sister, okay?"

Looking at her brother's hypocritical appearance, the woman hidden in the shadows raised a sarcastic arc from the corner of her mouth.

What a great performance of the love between sister and brother.

"You don't know, your sister blames me!" Aunt Chen sat on the ground and beat her chest in pain, her face covered with tears and snot. "She hates me, hates your father, hates us, call the police, quickly, call the police, take her to the police station!"

The woman squatted down and said softly, without any emotion: "You are upset. You should go to the ward and rest well. His funeral will be left to us."

Aunt Chen pushed her daughter to the ground and slapped her twice: "You little vixen, stop pretending. You've been seducing your stepfather since you were a child and trying to steal my man. What did I say? I'm in the hospital now, and you didn't even come to see me, but you were able to find out that my stepfather was dead the first time. Tell me, did he die in your bed?"

After saying that, Aunt Chen pounced on her daughter, grabbed her daughter's neck with both hands, and pinched it hard. Her eyes were wide open, as if she wanted to eat her.

More and more people gathered around, and seeing the situation getting more and more serious, Shao Guang quickly pulled his mother away and said to his sister, "You go back first, I'm here."

The woman stood up and hurried past the people who had gathered to watch the show.

She ran with her head down. Her bangs were too long so she couldn't see the road ahead or the strange expressions on people's faces. She could only see the concrete road in front of her.

Suddenly, she bumped into someone. She only saw a piece of red cloth. She lowered her head and apologized hurriedly: "Sorry."

"You will turn yourself in, right?" A cold and pleasant voice sounded from her ear, frightening her so much that she trembled all over.

"Sorry, sorry." The woman's voice was weak and she ran away in panic, avoiding Jiang Ling.

Jiang Yun'an drove outside and waited for a long time. When he saw Jiang Ling looking at him, he gestured with his hand.

"Is she Aunt Chen's daughter?" Jiang Yun'an took the initiative to talk.

"No, her daughter died a long time ago." Jiang Ling sat in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt.

died?

Jiang Yun'an cast his gaze towards the crowd of people not far away, frowning slightly.

He just watched for a while and heard the voices of passers-by talking. Didn't they say that she was his daughter? Why did his sister say that his daughter had died a long time ago?

Jiang Yun'an was not interested in other people's family affairs. He started the car and drove away.

Soon, we stopped at Taohe Garden.

It is a courtyard house of about 400 to 500 square meters, with retro decoration inside, carved windows, and walls covered with ivy and green plants. The whole yard is full of rich classical charm.

Except for a cleaning lady, there are no other service staff here.

"Boss, you're here really early. Are you the distinguished guest invited by Mr. Deng?"

A man over 1.5 meters tall, slightly fat, wearing a chef's uniform, with many large and small black moles on his face greeted us warmly.

After seeing Jiang Ling clearly with his narrowed eyes, his face changed and he immediately turned around and avoided her: "You go to the room at the end of the corridor by yourselves, I'll go cook."