Apologize? Apologize for what?

"I think this is just an excuse a mad woman makes to save face. We watched Hengji the whole time and didn't see him do anything that warranted an apology."

[The crazy woman should go to the police station and explain why she hurt others.]

The fans who hum and groan don't appreciate it.

Song Jinshu's fans also refused to give in.

[Look at your master's face first. Hey, if he really hasn't done anything wrong, why would he feel so guilty?]

[I don't know what the hell the Hengji fans are barking about. If you're not blind, you should have seen the black smoke just now. If it weren't for our Master, no one would dare to tell you what's happening to your master now, right?]

The online debate was heated, but the humming and groaning was like falling into an ice cellar.

“I, I…”

He didn't mean to struggle, but simply stammered out his concerns.

"I can't see them now, I can only hear their voices."

Song Jinshu's expression eased slightly, "This is easy."

She reminded the netizens in the live broadcast room, waved her hand, and two figures appeared in the corner of the camera.

They were the two brothers who had fed Henghengjiji before.

However, because the illusion was broken, the brothers now look ghostly.

He groaned and his scalp tingled, but he gritted his teeth and bowed ninety degrees to the two brothers.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stepped over your graves."

There was an uproar in the live broadcast room.

[Huh? Stepping on a grave? When did this happen?]

[Wait, am I the only one who noticed that Hengji seems to be still in the same place where he tripped before?]

[Tripped? Shit, now I remember, Hengji encountered these two people not long after he tripped and cursed...]

The clues were sorted out, and all the fans who had been whining and complaining became depressed.

Just as they were about to apologize, they heard the ghostly laughter of the two brothers in the live broadcast room.

"No need to apologize, all you have to do is play poker with us one more time."

"Or, will you just give us the wooden sign in your hand?"

He hummed and shook his head like a rattle.

"no!"

He actually didn't know what the wooden sign was, but his intuition told him that it was very important and couldn't be given away casually.

"Change the terms."

The brothers stopped smiling and their faces became horrified.

With his head lowered to his chest and his arms stretched out, he actually wanted to tie him up directly and whined.

"That's not up to you."

He hummed in shock and quickly turned to look at Song Jinshu.

"Master, save me!"

Song Jinshu's face darkened.

She held a copper coin in her hand and looked at the two brothers with a very cold gaze, "He offended you purely accidentally.

Now that he's apologized, do you still want him to die?"

The two brothers were afraid of Song Jinshu, so although they stopped their movements, they did not retract their arms.

"The contract hasn't ended yet, he can't leave."

Song Jinshu frowned.

Heng Hengji panicked, “I’m not, I didn’t.

Master, please understand. I never signed any contract with these two people, no, these two ghosts.

In the live broadcast room, the fans who were humming and hawing were also panicked.

"Master, I admit that I was a little loud to you just now. Please, save us, Hengji."

"Master, I apologize. Please forgive my mistakes and don't let Hengji be taken away by the ghost. He is truly a good man!"

We can all testify that Hengji didn't sign any contract with those two bastards.

Song Jinshu rarely explained.

"He ate the brothers' offerings, and the contract was signed."

He groaned and felt very disappointed.

He didn't dare look at the brothers.

"Then, then Master, can't you send them away?"

Song Jinshu shook his head. "Even if we send them away, the contract will still exist. As long as they want, you will still be entangled by other things in the future."

As soon as Song Jinshu finished speaking, the two brothers laughed, "Master Xuan is smart."

He groaned and groaned, feeling hopeless, but he still wanted to struggle a little longer, "But didn't I vomit it all out?

Is there nothing that can be done now?"

Song Jinshu pondered for a moment.

“It’s not that there is no solution at all.

I can send them away, and I can also use talismans to suppress the effects of your contract.

But from now on, your luck will be greatly reduced.

Marriage, career, wealth..."

Before Song Jinshu could finish his words, he jumped up with a groan.

"Isn't it just another poker game with them? Let's do it!

What are the rules?

Netizens were stunned and understood instantly.

[Yes, isn't it just a bet? You can mess with my marriage, but mess with my wealth? You'll die!]

[In the face of a future of poverty and uncertainty, ghosts don't seem so scary anymore.]

That being said, before the game started, Henghengjiji quietly found Song Jinshu and asked her for a talisman to get rid of bad luck.

He groaned and said confidently, "Even if I'm confident in my card skills, they're still cunning. Who knows what tricks they'll play? I'm just preparing for a rainy day."

Song Jinshu did not expose him.

She gave Henghengji several talismans and encouraged him, "Go ahead, you have a long lifeline, you'll be fine."

Henghengji suddenly became more confident.

He was even more aggressive than the two brothers, "We agreed that one round will decide the winner, so don't cheat anymore."

The two brothers didn't understand what happened in that short moment.

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