Xia Nanke tilted his head back and wanted to cough, but instead of coughing, he felt a deep sense of suffocation.
"Help, save me..." Xia Nanke mouthed the words with difficulty, trying to call for help.
Chen Yijin had already called an ambulance for him. Seeing his increasingly hideous features due to suffocation, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly: "Your ghost husband has come to marry you. It was your ex-girlfriend who arranged the marriage for you. You're getting married soon. Are you happy?"
Xia Nanke could no longer hear the sounds around him due to lack of oxygen. His eyes were wide open, and his arms, which were struggling in the air, gradually lost strength and drooped down.
Oh my god! Could this andrology guy have choked to death on his spit? Ahhhh, does anyone know where he lives? Call an ambulance!
[People have died, and the anchor is still making up ghost stories. Do they have any moral conscience?]
[Someone really died? Is this a script?]
[I don't think so. I often see this guy from the Men's Health department online. He's really a keyboard warrior and his insults are really fierce...]
[The host has a powerful tongue. Just one word can kill someone.]
The live broadcast room exploded. Chen Yijin glanced at them and comforted them: "Don't worry, he'll be fine. I figured out his address and called an ambulance for him a long time ago."
As if to prove that Shen Yijin was not lying, the next second after she finished speaking, the door of Xia Nanke's house was kicked open, and doctors and nurses rushed in and surrounded Xia Nanke for an examination.
Netizens held their breath, waiting for the doctor to give a diagnosis.
They stared at the screen intently. Doctors and nurses were still working hard to treat Xia Nanke, but the live broadcast was suddenly interrupted.
Shen Yijin's live broadcast room was reported by too many people and was banned by the administrator.
When banned at a critical moment, netizens could no longer hold back and started cursing at Big Eyes.
Shen Yijin didn't expect that her live broadcast room would be blocked at such a coincidence, but she calculated that Xia Nanke would be saved by the doctor, so she was not worried that she would be involved in the case.
What she was more concerned about right now was whether the fortune-telling fee Xia Nan Ke had received.
Looking at the one thousand yuan deposited into her bank card, Shen Yijin was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling.
She murmured softly: "There is so much money, I can never spend it all, I can never spend it all!"
Bei Shitao's mind was full of questions. It was only a thousand yuan, and it would all be spent on a meal. If she wanted to eat something good, it might not even be enough.
Bei Shitao didn't understand but respected him. She thought that Shen Yijin was a real master at catching ghosts, and she must have her own intentions for saying that. It was normal for her, an outsider, not to understand.
Compared to this, she wanted to know what happened to Xia Nanke: "Yijin, could it be that Xia Nanke was really killed by the ghost? If the doctor didn't save him, would the police think you killed him?"
Not to mention the police, if she was a few hours ago, she wouldn’t believe in the idea of a male ghost marrying a husband, and she had never been scared by a ghost before, so she would just think that Shen Yijin was lying.
The more Bei Shitao thought about it, the more worried she became, and her eyes were filled with worry when she looked at Shen Yijin.
Shen Yijin was completely unaware of this. She was excitedly downloading a house-buying app, hoping to buy a house for herself.
"He's fine. He was revived right after the livestream was interrupted and is alive and well now."
Bei Shitao breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned again. "He's so despicable! He actually spread rumors about his ex-girlfriend, causing a good girl to jump off a building and commit suicide. He's so evil, why don't the police arrest him?"
The download progress bar was stuck at 99%. Chen Yijin patiently answered Bei Shitao's question, "Didn't someone in the livestream just call the police? They've already arrested him and taken him back to the station for questioning. Don't worry, he just admitted what he did, and the police will bring him to justice."
Bei Shitao felt relieved: "That's pretty good."
Here, Shen Yijin registered an account and started searching for a house that could be bought for 1,000 yuan, and then sadly discovered that 1,000 yuan was not enough to even rent a house!
Shen Yijin was petrified on the spot. Oh my God, why are houses in this world so expensive?
The thousand dollars she had worked so hard to earn couldn't even buy her a place to live!
Shen Yijin couldn't believe it. She was planning to save money to build a branch of the sect in this world.
At this rate, how long will it take her to save enough money to buy a mountain and establish a sect?
Overwhelmed by the huge numbers, Shen Yijin was like a salted fish that had lost its ideals, and the light in her eyes had gone.
It seems that the income from live broadcasts will be taken by the platform. Even if she can tell fortunes three times a day, she will not earn more than 3,000 yuan.
Chen Yijin felt a little regretful. If she had known earlier, she should have set the fortune-telling fee higher.
The original owner never looked at the price when buying things before. She would just say a word and the servants would prepare it for her.
Chen Yijin thought that as long as he made money, he could buy whatever he wanted. Now he has been hit hard by reality and is ready to become a profiteer.
She thought to herself, "If I can charge 10,000 yuan for a fortune telling, I should be able to buy a house in a few months. If it's more expensive, I can buy a mountain..."
After thinking a lot about it unrealistically, Shen Yijin shook his head and sat up straight with resignation.
No, she is a serious monk and cannot interfere with things that disrupt the market.
And now her live broadcast room has been blocked, so she can’t broadcast live, which means she has lost her source of income...
Chen Yijin looked at the sky outside sadly and decided to go to bed first, and deal with his worries after waking up.
Chen Yijin went to bed without any psychological burden, not knowing that someone would call her frantically that night.
Xia Nanke was taken away by the police for investigation. After being slapped in the face by Shen Yijin in the live broadcast room, his mental state plummeted and he was close to madness.
No matter what the police asked, he had only one answer: it was Zhongshengdu who was harming him, and everything was a conspiracy of Zhongshengdu.
Zhongshengdu is the ID of Chen Yijin’s live broadcast account.
At first, the police thought that Xia Nanke was trying to shirk responsibility by refusing to plead guilty, so they severely criticized him and asked him to be more serious.
But later, after receiving a report from the live broadcast platform, the police began to take Shen Yijin seriously.
When Chen Yijin said the last sentence to Xia Nanke during the live broadcast, the facial expression with the corners of her mouth raised made her look like a criminal suspect.
In addition, the live broadcast platform suspected that Shen Yijin used improper means to steal the platform's revenue, so the police unanimously decided to call Shen Yijin to the police station for questioning.
They called Shen Yijin countless times, but she didn't answer any of them.
Police Captain Meng Ping suspected that Shen Yijin had fled for fear of punishment, and immediately took people to arrest Shen Yijin.
"Is there a possibility that I was sleeping when you called me?" Shen Yijin, who was taken to the police station in a daze while sleeping, was speechless. No one could hear the phone ringing when they were asleep.
Interrogating officer Xu Tingyin was embarrassed. Captain Meng Ping was there to relieve her tension, so she could only bite the bullet and continue questioning. "Xia Nanke said you wanted to kill him, and that you orchestrated his near-death suffocation. Do you have any explanation for this?"
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