The game starts with being chased by ghosts and live fortune telling for free

When Mei Ling'er went to work the next day, she saw that Xu Huihui looked much better, and she felt relieved.

Although she had done some tricks at work before, considering her situation at the time, she really needed this job, so Mei Ling'er decided not to bother with her.

She turned on her computer and started working for a basic salary.

……

Turn off the computer and get a day's salary.

Mei Ling'er sat down in the last row of seats on Bus No. 3190, panting.

"Ouch!" Mei Ling'er touched her head and looked at the beautiful sister sitting next to her embarrassedly, "Sorry for stepping on you."

The passengers waiting in line at the bus stop boarded the bus one after another. Those who had already boarded looked around for seats. No one noticed Mei Ling'er who was talking to herself in front of the empty seat.

Perhaps because the last row of seats was too bumpy, and the passenger one seat away from Mei Ling'er placed several bags on the seat, the seat next to Mei Ling'er was not chosen by anyone getting on the bus.

Mei Ling'er looked at the beautiful woman in white dress who was staring in front of her without saying a word. Could it be that she was not satisfied with her apology just now?

"I really didn't mean to do that. I just wanted to sit by the window and open it to get some fresh air. Did I hurt you by stepping on you? I'm so sorry." Mei Ling'er said with a smile.

The woman sitting a seat away looked suspiciously at Mei Ling'er, who had been talking for a long time, and asked, "Are you talking to me?"

Ok?

Hey!

Mei Ling'er quickly turned her head to the other side and tucked her head into her neck, pretending that the view outside the window was charming.

"Why are young people nowadays so weird..." the old lady muttered, lowering her head to continue reading Tomato Novel.

If I don't look at her, she won't see me. If I don't look at her, she won't see me...

"Can you see me?" The white-clothed female ghost came forward. "Were you talking to me just now?"

"Beautiful ghost, can you please stop asking? I told you it wasn't you, didn't you?" Mei Ling'er rolled her eyes inwardly and clenched her hands tightly. A cool, squeezing sensation spread between her fingers. She looked down—it was a jade ring embedded in her thumb. A sudden sigh of relief washed over her, and her shoulders relaxed.

After some mental preparation, Mei Ling'er turned around and whispered, "We'll be at the place where I want to get off soon. Follow me."

The corners of the white-clothed female ghost's mouth curled outwards, and her hands were clenched tightly in front of her chin in excitement.

"Don't say anything now." Mei Ling'er gave the other party a look.

On the sofa in the rental house, a beautiful female ghost in a white dress looked at Mei Ling'er innocently, "I really don't remember anything except the name Doctor Haohao."

A good doctor? Could he be the ghost in white's father? Her boyfriend? Her husband?

Mei Ling'er was completely bewildered. The information the other party had provided was pitifully scant. "Old man, why haven't you come out yet?"

In an instant, the old man with a white beard appeared at the other end of the sofa, fiddling with his beard. "I don't know anything, my stomach is just growling with hunger."

Faint... She is not the clever Huang Rong, but the old man with white beard is a peerless master who is even more greedy than Hong Qigong.

Mei Ling'er scooped up the lotus root, cauliflower, enoki mushrooms, instant dough, kelp knots, and quail eggs that had already been boiled. She added some water to the pot, and when it returned to a boil, she tossed in the prepared prawns. She stirred the pot with chopsticks, noticing that the shrimp had turned orange-red, and then scooped them up with a slotted spoon.

Pour hot oil into the smoking empty pot. Once the pot starts to smoke, add dried chilies, garlic cloves, green onions, ginger slices, and hot pot base. After the hot pot base is thoroughly melted, Mei Ling'er pours in the ingredients that are just about 90% cooked, stirs a few times, covers the pot, and simmers.

When the lid is opened again.

"It smells so good!" The old man with white beard came closer to the stove.

"Stop wasting time and go to the living room to put the plates in place!" Mei Ling'er glared at him.

Mei Ling'er and the old man with white beard were sniffing because of the spiciness. She took a napkin and asked, "Why can't she eat it?"

"Ghosts cannot eat. If they eat, they will spit out black blood. They can absorb the essence of food, but the food that has been sucked of its essence loses its soul. How...how can we eat it?" After saying that, the white-bearded old man swallowed a big shrimp into his mouth.

Mei Ling'er looked at him with contempt, then turned her gaze to the female ghost in white, "You came too suddenly, and it's my fault for not asking you in advance. I will prepare a separate portion for you tomorrow." She had forgotten that the other party and the white-bearded old man were not of the same species.

Although she didn't know what species the old man with white beard was, after all, everything was just his one-sided statement.

After she and the white-bearded old man each finished two bowls of rice, Mei Ling'er quickly went to the bathroom to wash up. Her hair hadn't been washed in three days and was so greasy it could be used for cooking. After blowing her hair dry, the old man cleaned up the kitchen.

Mei Ling'er put on a kitten eye mask and started her side job today, live fortune-telling on the Kuaijiao APP.

[What a cute cat mask! I want the same one.]

【Can the host send out the link? 】

[Meow~meow~plus one!]

"I'm a serious fortune teller. If you want the same style, just take a screenshot and search for it on the Vegetables app. We have all kinds of styles, so there's bound to be one you like." Mei Ling'er took a sip of boiled water. "Okay, now let's start drawing today's first lucky number."

[First place? That means there's at least a second place!]

[Master Ling, hit me, hit me, hit me (goutou.jpg)]

"Congratulations to this [handsome unlucky guy]. I'm sending you the live link request now, please check it out."

The video was connected, and the screen was split into two. The person who appeared on the right screen... let's be honest, he looked nothing like the first half of his nickname.

At that moment, the unshaven Sun Shuai was lying on a bed in a multi-patient ward. Next to him was an elderly woman who had accidentally fallen and broken her leg, and her daughter was feeding her porridge. Across from him was an elementary school student who had broken his arm while playing, and his mother was feeding him fruit after his meal.

In the camera, Sun Shuai was alone, curled up on the hospital bed. He had dark bags under his eyes and looked exhausted. One of his arms and legs were covered in heavy plaster, and his intact hand was holding a mobile phone.

It looks quite pitiful, Mei Ling'er couldn't help but think so.

"How did I get picked? I was just bored in the hospital room and clicked on the live broadcast room casually."

[This is just to attract hatred... I've sent Master Ling over a dozen love letters, but I've never been chosen. I'm the one who got hurt.]

【Don't lose heart, Master Ling 666 brush up, I believe the next lucky person will be you! 】