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

"Live broadcast room?" the little boy asked in confusion.

At this time, Hong Li took out Wang Xiaolei's mobile phone from her pocket with a mysterious look on her face. The screen on the right was finally no longer black, and Wang Xiaolei, Zhao Yun and her brother, and Hong Li appeared in the camera.

"Oh my God! Isn't this my favorite Linglingyao live broadcast room? Master Ling is very good at fortune telling! But I have never been chosen, and I really want the host to help me calculate..." Zhao Yang's voice gradually lowered.

Wang Xiaolei patted his head and said with a smile, "I was chosen, and I asked Master Ling to help me calculate whether I can collect one million."

"Has Master Ling figured it out? What's the result? Brother Xiaolei, you might as well let Master Ling directly calculate how long I can live... What's the point even if you have worked so hard to collect one million? If that happens, I will feel even more guilty towards you." Zhao Yang frowned.

Wang Xiaolei looked at the teenage boy in front of him, who was always worried about becoming a burden to others. He looked at the boy with heartache.

"Yangyang, no matter what I do for you, I do it willingly."

"But Brother Xiaolei..." Zhao Yang and Wang Xiaolei talked back and forth, and it seemed that they would continue to talk for a long time. The impatient Hong Li couldn't stand it anymore.

"Oh, I'm telling you two, why are you two wasting time here? How long are we going to talk about this?" Hong Li turned sideways and glanced at Wang Xiaolei, complaining, "Didn't you just ask Master Ling to calculate whether you can raise one million? Master Ling hasn't said anything yet." Then she put on a smile and looked at the phone screen sincerely, "Master Ling, did you figure it out? What's the result?"

"Now he doesn't need to raise the full one million. I counted several kindhearted fans in the livestream room near the City Center Hospital who have already paid Zhao Yang's medical bills at the payment counter." Mei Ling'er took a sip of boiled water. "Don't worry about the rest. A particularly kind and thoughtful lady has already transferred 80,000 yuan to Zhao Yun's account. As for the rest... I've already shared your Alipay account number in the comments."

"Don't blame me for acting on my own initiative. It's just that the fans are too enthusiastic. Some even said that if I don't send your Alipay account within five minutes, they will report my live broadcast room for spreading feudal superstition."

Mei Linger gave a wry smile when she said this, "So love will disappear, right?"

Zhao Yun's phone had been vibrating non-stop since she reached the rooftop. Worried about her brother's safety, she hadn't checked the messages yet. When Mei Ling'er told her that her Alipay account had been posted on the livestream, she thoughtfully pulled her phone out of her pocket.

God!

Tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... the girl poked the screen with her fingers and counted.

This far exceeded the expenses his younger brother needed. "Master Ling, the monks gave us too much. My younger brother..."

Mei Ling'er stretched out a hand, signaling Zhao Yun not to continue.

"I know that the money is far more than one million. You should keep it for now. Let's cure Yangyang's illness first. And Yangyang will pay back the money double in the end. By that time, Yangyang will be a successful young entrepreneur." Mei Linger said confidently. She believed in the strength of the white-bearded old man.

"Master Ling, you said Yangyang will become a successful young entrepreneur in the future. Does that mean that his bone marrow transplant surgery will be successful?" Zhao Yun asked excitedly, and the other three also looked excited.

"That's what you said, not me. Okay, I've already read Wang Xiaolei's fortune today." Mei Ling'er paused mysteriously, then turned her gaze to Hong Li, who was standing beside Wang Xiaolei. "Nurse Hong, you ran so fast to save Zhao Yang just now. You're truly worthy of being Miss Nightingale. As a reward for your kindness, I'll give you a fortune. What do you want?"

"I..." Hong Li, who had been carefree and straightforward since she started explaining for Wang Xiaolei, suddenly stuttered, "I... I don't have anything to calculate."

"Don't you want to calculate whether your confession will be successful?" Mei Ling'er smiled evilly.

"Sister Hong Li, do you have someone you like? What about Brother Xiao Lei..." Zhao Yun covered her brother's mouth and looked at Hong Li embarrassedly, "Nurse Hong, please don't mind it. Yang Yang is just a child who doesn't understand and just talks nonsense."

"It's okay, it's okay. I know he didn't mean it." After comforting Zhao Yun and her brother, Hong Li turned to look at Wang Xiaolei, "Why don't you ask who I want to confess to?"

"Ah? I...I don't want to ask." Wang Xiaolei scratched his head helplessly. "He...he must be a very good person, right?"

"Yes! He is a good man, a piece of shit who only wants to tell fortunes for others even though he was picked by a psychic blogger!" Hong Li said a few angry words and ran away.

Wang Xiaolei stood there in a daze.

"Brother Wang, you really are like a piece of immovable wood right now."

[Who is that guy upstairs calling "Big Brother Wang"? He's Hong Li's future boyfriend. You should change the way you address him.]

[Brother, brother, you're right. Brother, brother, how come you're so awesome? Brother, brother, how about we chat privately... Brother, brother, please...]

[Fans, please be normal, or I will report you.]

[Brother, brother, I’m so scared, brother, brother, ******]

Mei Linger gave the white-bearded old man a look, and all the texts sent by this fanfan [Brother, please love me] were turned into asterisks. For this reason, this fanfan complained several times to the background, but the technical staff could not find the reason.

"Brother Xiaolei, why are you still sitting there like an idiot? Yangyang has also seen that you like Sister Hongli, too. Now that she has said so, why don't you go after her quickly?"

"Huh? Oh...I'll go right away."

When Wang Xiaolei stood up, he was still wondering where to find Hong Li. Unexpectedly, after going down a few floors, he found her standing at the stairs, quietly playing with her mobile phone. He slowly approached her.

After running away, Hong Li regretted her desertion. She remembered that Master Ling had said he could tell her fortune for free, so she picked up her phone and wanted to ask something with hope.

"I..." Wang Xiaolei scratched his head anxiously. He took a deep breath, as if mustering up the courage, "Hong Li, I have liked you for a long time. Are you willing to be with me?" He looked eagerly at the girl he had admired for a long time.

"I really love you, and I am willing to do anything for you. I will never let you suffer any grievances in the future. I will cook for you whatever you want to eat, and I will accompany you to do whatever you want to do..." Wang Xiaolei continued to confess.

Hong Li blushed and said nothing. The live broadcast room was still online...