This sudden good news disturbed everyone's sweet dreams. Within half an hour, all the leaders involved in the project arrived at the base.

From their messy hair, wrong clothes and slippers, you can tell how hurried they were along the way.

Taoist Qingfeng looked at the totems converging towards the center. The previously dull black revealed a hint of light. He shook the lottery box on the table.

The result this time did not disappoint everyone. It was the first time in more than ten years that they drew a good lottery.

"Everyone, split up and make sure to find this fellow Taoist!"

After making a plan, Su Yan learned the steps and methods of live streaming online and began to prepare the necessary tools.

In the evening, a live broadcast room with the label of fortune-telling and exorcism appeared on the Tomato website.

Everyone in Su Yan's family knew about her live broadcast. Although they didn't understand why she did it, as a family member they would give her enough support. In order to express his gratitude, Ye Youqian also spent money to increase the popularity.

With the help of several people, Su Yan's live broadcast successfully appeared on the recommended homepage, and many people flocked to the live broadcast room.

[Why would such a beautiful woman learn to lie to others? ]

[Beautiful girl, you can play games, sing, or chat with us if that doesn't work. We'll stay here just for your face. There's really no need for this kind of thing.]

Su Yan ignored the comments and said, "This live broadcast room only tells fortunes. If you're not interested, you can leave."

Her confidence aroused the rebellious spirit of some people, who insisted on staying here to see what she could do.

"The years are quiet and good. Apply for connection."

Su Yan connected the video. Her profile picture and name made people think that he would be a middle-aged man, but unexpectedly he was a young boy.

[Even someone this young believes this, is he procrastinating?]

[It's obvious this is a conspiracy. Boring. I'm leaving.]

Zhou Zixian looked at the comments in the live broadcast room and wanted to hang up the video, but then he thought about what had happened in his family during this period, so he stayed.

"Master, I'd like to consult on behalf of my father. He's been extremely unlucky these past two years, having been involved in over a dozen car accidents, both large and small. While none of them were fatal, they still kept him bedridden for a while."

Ever since my father was hit by a car for the first time two years ago, this kind of thing has happened constantly. Some cars that seem very far away from him would inexplicably crash around him and cause him injuries.

When the same thing happens so many times, it can no longer be called a coincidence. They also consulted a famous fortune teller and spent a lot of money, but the problem did not improve.

Yesterday, his father was hit by a cyclist again. He was accompanying his father in the hospital and saw Su Yan’s live broadcast, wanting to see if there was any improvement.

"Can I have a video call with your father? If that's not convenient, a photo will do."

"My father just fell asleep. I'll give you his photo."

Su Yan looked at the photos in the video. The line between him and his children, which should have been broken long ago, still existed. However, the only thing connected to him was a ghost.

"He's not your biological father?"

"Yes, he and my mother are a blended family, but he is very good to me. Master, wait a minute, I will call my father now."

[The anchor really got lucky.]

[If this isn't a conspiracy, then it means the anchor has some skills.]

When Wang Qiang heard his son say that someone could help him, he immediately came to his senses. He had been living in fear every day for the past two years, fearing that he would be hit and killed one day.

"Master, hello, I'm Wang Qiang, you must help me."

"Our entire conversation will be broadcast live. Can you accept that?"

Wang Qiang: "Yes, I can accept anything."

Wang Qiang's face appeared on the screen, and the man lying behind him was also exposed to Su Yan's eyes. He was a man covered in blood, with no good place on his body.

Wang Gensheng was playing with his father. He didn't understand why his father didn't want to pay attention to him. When he noticed other people's gazes, he smiled at Su Yan.

The moment he smiled, the skin on his face separated from the tissue and kept falling down. Wang Gensheng stopped smiling at a loss, picked up the fragments on the ground and pressed them against his face.

Su Yan checked his soul and found that this person was born with damaged intelligence and stayed in the human world because he could not find a way to reincarnate.

"Wang Qiang, where is your biological son? Haven't you thought about going to look for him all these years?"

Wang Qiang's expression was momentarily unnatural: "Master, you must have miscalculated. I don't have any sons. I only have three daughters."

[At the scene of the major car accident, I was wondering how such a young anchor could possibly be a fortune teller.]

"Wang Qiang, twenty-five years ago, because your first three children were all daughters, you were looked down upon by the villagers. Then you heard from somewhere that there was a witch who could bring you a son.

When your wife is pregnant, you two take the money you have pooled together and go to a fortune teller, hoping that she can fulfill your wish.

The witch tells you that each of you has only three chances, and you need to accept the last one, whether good or bad.

The first time, you pulled up a patient with a missing right finger, and you gave up.

The second time, it was a one-legged doll, and you still chose to give up.

The third time, you held your breath and concentrated, and finally pulled up a perfect one. You happily thanked the witch, not noticing that there was a hole on the back of the puppet's head.

The witch knew the child’s problem, but if the soul she summoned was abandoned, she would naturally bear the consequences. For her own sake, she said nothing.

As you expected, the child was born, and it turned out to be a boy. You can finally hold your head up high.

But what you didn't expect was that the child was one year old and still couldn't speak. You took him to the hospital and found out that the child was born with mental retardation.

You were ready to abandon him, but your wife couldn't bear to see her child abandoned and said she could take good care of him, so you gave up the idea.

Wang Qiang's face turned pale. He didn't expect that the thing he had concealed for so many years would be exposed like this. He didn't dare to look at his son's eyes.

Zhou Zixian looked at Wang Qiang disappointedly. He always thought that he was lucky enough to experience fatherly love from his stepfather. Now it seems that the love he gave was for him himself or because he was a son.

"Father, where is your biological son? Why haven't I heard you mention him?"

Wang Qiang wanted to conceal it: "His sister took him out to play and he got lost accidentally. I didn't want to make him sad by mentioning it, so I didn't tell him."

Zhou Zixian no longer believed his words: "Master, is he telling the truth?"

"When your wife was alive, she took good care of your son and tried to teach him some common sense because she knew your character. If she left, you would quickly abandon this burden.

Five years ago, she died of illness. When she died, she gave you the money she had secretly saved over the years, hoping that you would provide food for the child and help him find a place to live.

The scene of that day flashed before Su Yan's eyes. "But what did you do? On the fifth day after her death, you drove out with your son early in the morning and didn't come back until the evening. Two of you went and only one returned. Tell me, where is the child you took away?"