Tian Wei put down his anxious heart: "Master, what can I do to calm them down?"

“You ask the foreman to report this matter, and when the archaeological team arrives, they will be able to find the burial place of the coffin.

Then, have the worker who offended the tomb owner return the items and apologize sincerely, and the matter will be resolved."

"Master, I have one question: Why was it that the archaeological team was able to break through their illusion?"

"Maybe the people in the archaeological team are all tough."

Su Yan was about to draw the next lucky winner when a group of people suddenly rushed into the live broadcast room and questioned Su Yan's method of drawing.

I just don't understand why the master would take money from the livestream. Aren't you afraid that those who really need help won't get it?

[That is, some people are just born unlucky, how could they possibly get a spot among so many people?]

The live broadcast lasted for such a long time that Su Yan knew there was someone directing them from behind when she saw the situation.

She was not angry, but explained calmly: "You also said that there are so many people in the world, and I don't have the energy to help everyone in need.

Random sampling is already the best method. If you have a better solution, you can also propose it and let the audience see if it can be used.

From another perspective, it also means that the person who was drawn has a connection with me."

After saying that, she ignored these people and directly pressed the draw button.

The new caller was a mother who was crying so hard that she was about to faint. She was still wearing white mourning clothes.

The man sitting on the ground saw Su Yan and asked the people around him to take his wife away.

"Second Aunt, please take Yingying away first. I'm afraid she'll faint after hearing what's going to happen next."

After settling his wife down, Liang Lin picked up his cell phone and went to a deserted place.

"Master, I'm asking for help this time because of my son, he's missing."

“In fact, you can tell from my attire that my son has passed away.

Five days ago, he and his classmates went fishing at the village entrance. For some reason, he fell in.

The children who played with him couldn't swim either, and by the time the villagers rescued him, he had already died.

We held a funeral for him despite the villagers' opposition.

After the burial, my wife and I felt sad and wanted to go to the cemetery to accompany him, then we saw new footprints beside his grave.

When we dug up the grave, we found that my son's body was gone from the coffin.

My son is only seven years old. Not only did he not enjoy a good life, he couldn't even die in peace.

After the incident, my wife was completely mad and just sat in front of the grave without saying a word.

I also called the police, and everyone in the village who was related to my family went down to look for my son, but they couldn't find his body.

I'm thinking now, if I really can't find his body, I'll go with him and apologize to him in the underworld."

Su Yan: "Why would you want to open your son's coffin?

According to current customs, burial is a very serious matter. Without necessary conditions, no one will disturb a dead person.

The new soil and disordered footprints beside the grave should not make you make up your mind.

So, what motivated you to do this? Was it your son's dream or the insider's tip-off?

Seeing Su Yan so perceptive, the man believed even more that he could rely on her to find his son's body, and he immediately told her everything.

"Actually, it was a dream my wife and I had. In the dream, we went to a newly opened bun shop to eat."

Liang Lin held his growling stomach and pointed to the breakfast box not far away: "Wife, I'm really hungry. Let's eat something first."

Zhong Yingying nodded in agreement: "I don't know what's going on today. Usually I'm not hungry after eating in the morning, but today I feel like I have to eat."

As soon as they walked into the breakfast shop, they both felt very uncomfortable, especially Zhong Yingying, who felt a acid reflux in her stomach.

But there were no other restaurants around, so they could only suppress their discomfort and continue eating here.

The owner of the breakfast restaurant is an elderly man, and judging from his appearance, he should be in his seventies.

Liang Lin looked at him enviously: "This old man is in great health. I hope I can also be in good health when I am old."

When the boss brought breakfast, Liang Lin couldn't help but ask out of curiosity: "Boss, you maintain such good health, do you have any secret?"

The old man smiled and pointed to a bowl of white stuff on the cashier counter: "My secret is that bowl of fresh tofu pudding. Whenever I feel a little uncomfortable, I can recover after drinking it.

Let me tell you, tofu pudding is a good thing. It can not only cure diseases, but also prolong life. If you feel unwell, you can try it."

Liang Lin thought the old man was joking with him: "Boss, if the tofu pudding was really as you said, it would have been sold out by others long ago, and we would not have had a chance to eat it."

Seeing that he didn't believe him, the old man just shook his head calmly: "You are still too young and don't understand the benefits of tofu pudding. When you understand it one day, it will be too late."

After dinner, the two were about to leave when they heard their son's voice: "Dad, Mom, please save me, I don't want to be eaten."

They subconsciously turned around and saw the old man holding the tofu pudding and putting it into his mouth.

When the tofu pudding came close to his mouth, it turned into the appearance of his son.

Before Liang Lin could react, Zhong Zhenzhen rushed over and said, "Give my son back to me."

The old man dodged him, drank the remaining tofu pudding in the bowl, wiped his blood-stained mouth and said, "It's too late. It's already in my stomach."

Then, he took out another bowl of tofu pudding from behind him: "Fresh, do you want some?"

The couple's eyes turned red with irritation and they rushed forward to take their son back.

"You beast, give my son back to me!"

"Don't touch my son."

Liang Lin woke up from his dream and woke up his wife who was still struggling.

Zhong Zhenzhen came to her senses and fell into her husband's arms: "Did you dream about your son too?"

"right."

His response drained the color from Zhong Zhenzhen's face. "Tell me, could it be that the coffin wasn't closed properly, and your son was being eaten by insects and rats down there, that's why he appeared in our dreams?"

"That shouldn't be the case. I saw the workers seal the coffin with my own eyes."

Zhong Zhenzhen couldn't sit still any longer: "I feel really uncomfortable right now. I want to go spend time with my son."

Liang Lin was no longer sleepy: "It's still a while before dawn, I'll go with you."

When the two arrived at the grave, they did not notice anything unusual, but just silently expressed their longing for their son in their hearts.

As the sun rose, Zhong Zhenzhen noticed a piece of soil that was obviously different from the surrounding soil.