What happened to the anti-superstition campaign? The live studio is full of police officers

Hearing this, Ye Zi nodded somewhat ashamedly.

"By then, your fortunes will be intertwined and inseparable. With your fortune's blessing, his business will grow, while your fortune, absorbed by him, will achieve nothing and ultimately lead to divorce.

However, if you have been a housewife for many years, diligently taking care of your whole family, when you re-enter the workplace, you will find that you are out of touch with society, unable to adapt to work life, and are fired in various ways. In the end, you become unhappy and die of depression.

Your parents will be heartbroken because of your death and eventually become seriously ill. Do you still feel sad now?"

Ye Zi gasped, shaking her head slightly, "No, no, I now feel that all the missed opportunities are God's best arrangements, I must follow God's will!"

Bai Ningyu's expression became slightly serious as she spoke, "Ye Zi, now is not the time to be happy. You still have to take back the doll you gave him. He put a talisman inside the doll, which contains your birth date and your body tissues."

Things are starting to get interesting.

Body tissue? What is that?

"It's probably your hair or nails or something like that. Just get it and burn it. Otherwise, I'm afraid he'll do something extreme if he finds out that things are out of his control."

"But I don't have the password, so I can't get into his house." Ye Zi scratched his head in distress.

【What are you afraid of? We have a host! 】

Ye Zi saw the comments and slapped her head. Yes, the host must have a way!

"The item is in the safe in his study. I'll send you the combination. Once you get it, leave immediately."

Ye Zi quickly agreed: "Host, I'm a little scared. Can I video chat with you?"

[Host, please connect with Ye Zi!]

"Yeah, since we don't have anything to do anyway, let's just consider it as helping Ye Zi to be brave."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

After receiving Bai Ningyu's affirmative answer, Ye Zi clenched her fists, encouraged herself, changed into sportswear, and took a taxi out.

The doorbell rang, Bai Ningyu opened the door and saw that it was her takeaway that had arrived.

After getting the takeaway, Bai Ningyu sat back and started chatting with netizens in the live broadcast room while eating.

[Damn, this tempting way of eating makes me hungry too. No, I need to lose weight, so I have to hold it in!]

[Stir-fried rice noodles? Great, I'll order the same takeout as the host!]

[Help! Help me!]

After seeing this comment, Bai Ningyu immediately connected with the netizen named "Study Abroad Boy".

The camera was shaking violently and it was dark all around. With the light from the phone, I could vaguely see a young man running for his life on a small path covered with weeds.

"Stop and take a breath." Bai Ningyu wanted to stop the boy because she didn't notice anything unusual and didn't understand why the boy was calling her for help.

"No, you can't stop, host. I, I encountered a monster blocking the road and asking for a title. Listen, it keeps calling my name."

Sure enough, the old and hoarse voice sounded again.

"Zi Chen, little Zi Chen~"

The sound seemed particularly eerie and strange on the quiet path.

[What the hell? This is unscientific! This is unscientific! Didn't they say that spirits are prohibited after the founding of the People's Republic of China?]

[I saw a ghost, I really saw a ghost! This is a real ghost live broadcast, I want to share it with my friends, I can't be the only one seeing ghosts! ]

[Host, please save him! I heard that no matter whether the spirit is banned or not, the person who is banned will not have a good ending.]

The sound gradually got closer, and the netizens in the live broadcast room seemed to be immersed in the scene, and their hearts were in their throats.

Bai Ningyu, on the other hand, appeared unhurried. She calmly puffed her powder and said, "Zichen, don't run away. Stop and talk to him. Give him a good lesson."

"Wow, anchor, it's already this time, stop teasing me. I asked you to save my life, not to come and see if I have a strong life." Zi Chen almost burst into tears when he heard this. It turned out that he should not have trusted the internet anchor so easily. Now he was afraid that his life would be lost here.

[Anchor, why don't you check whether what you say is human? Can you educate people just by saying it?]

How can we talk about this? The anchor is talking without any hesitation. If you have the guts, go educate them. Playing with people's lives is shameful!

"Don't you think this voice sounds very familiar?"

Voice? Sound familiar? Zichen was just too scared just now, but after hearing Bai Ningyu's words, the voice really sounded more and more familiar.

This sound is...

"grandfather!"

Zichen's steps faltered, and he fell to his knees with a thud, as if exhausted.

The old voice immediately responded: "Ah, good grandson, good grandson."

[What? Grandpa!?]

[Hahaha, I can't stop laughing. Look at this old man scaring his adorable grandson. I can imagine the grandson running wildly in front of him, and the old man chasing him at full speed behind. This is so funny.]

[Did the old man serve in the military? He's got some serious stamina. Look, Zichen is panting from exhaustion, but the old man hasn't even breathed a single breath.]

Zichen stared at the comments, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. Netizens in the live broadcast room also noticed that his expression seemed a little off, so they asked curiously.

Zichen swallowed his saliva, his whole body trembling, and said in a terrified and tearful tone: "But my grandfather passed away three years ago!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the live broadcast room instantly became lively.

[Well, now you can have a good talk.]

[Your grandpa might be missing you. I heard him calling you so kindly just now (I guess). You should be fine.]

[No, you call that kindness???]

The rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the grass came to his ears, and his grandfather's call suddenly stopped. Zichen wanted to muster up the courage to look back, but his neck seemed to be fixed and he couldn't move.

At this moment, Zichen's mind was blank and sweat soaked his clothes.

He wondered, if the voice just now wasn't from Grandpa, then who could it be? But if it was Grandpa, then what was his purpose in appearing?