Xia Zhibai looked at her and asked calmly, "What does your sister want you to do?"
"My sister said her death was unfair. She said she wouldn't have gotten sick or died, but she couldn't explain why. She asked me to save her two children."
"I've been going back to work after finishing her funeral, but I haven't been sleeping well at night or getting enough rest during the day. I'm about to collapse. I accidentally heard that you, the anchor, are very good at fortune-telling. I want to know the reason for my sister's death and save her two children."
After Zhizhi finished speaking, she burst into tears again.
"Your sister's death is not in vain. Not only will your sister die early, but your entire family, and even the future generations, will die early."
Xia Zhibai frowned, his expression somewhat solemn.
"How can the anchor so casually curse someone to death?"
"They're just a little poor. If you succeed in cheating them, don't curse their whole family, right?"
"The anchor even told us to be kind, but she herself is fine?"
"It's better not to watch this kind of anchor, everyone should just go away."
Black fan?
Xia Zhibai almost laughed when he saw these remarks.
Although she doesn't want fans, she also knows that black fans exist.
These people are really black fans, die-hard fans of those Xuanmen masters.
Mo Nanfeng saw these black fans stirring up trouble and opened his phone: "Go check who these fans are from."
After hanging up the phone, Mo Nanfeng narrowed his eyes again. Those old men might not be able to sit still now.
"Those who don't like to see the upper right corner cross out."
"Yes, please leave, haters. We anchors don't want fans."
"We are just passers-by, coming in just to kill time."
Leng Nuanzhi sent a private message to Xia Zhibai, asking her to manage him as he wanted to control the comments.
Xia Zhibai forwarded the private message to Su Yue and continued chatting with Zhizhi.
"You can go back and ask your mother if she touched anything she shouldn't have touched thirty years ago. That thing is not something you can take."
"Can a master predict what happened thirty years ago?"
Zhizhi had watched Xia Zhibai's live broadcast today and knew that she was really amazing and could catch ghosts. She nodded repeatedly and asked, "Then I'll call my mom now."
"good."
Xia Zhibai gave her time and didn't rush her.
Zhizhi quickly used her spare phone to call her mother. The connection was not disconnected, and she soon heard her questions on the other end.
"What nonsense are you talking about, kid?"
"Mom, it's already this time, why don't you tell the truth? Didn't you dream that your sister came back to find you last night?" Zhizhi asked painfully, her eyes full of bloodshot.
A group of netizens watched and kept typing to persuade Zhizhi to communicate well with her mother.
Xia Zhibai frowned again as he looked at the comments, then spoke calmly, "Ask her if she took the bronze piece from the back of the village God of Wealth's clothes when she built a golden statue for him and placed it in your house."
Thirty years ago, people in rural areas used copper instead of gilded bodies for statues of gods.
As soon as Xia Zhibai finished speaking, Zhizhi suddenly fell silent.
The barrage exploded directly!
The rain stopped and the sky cleared: "Who is this person? He even wants to steal this."
Let you and me go: "No wonder it will bring disaster to future generations."
Not holding an umbrella when it rains: "She still refuses to admit it."
“…”
Seeing that the emotions aroused by the barrage were becoming more and more intense, Mo Nanfeng hurriedly typed to control the comments.
Digital Princess: "Everyone, don't get too excited. This matter has not yet been determined. Even if it is true, we should find a way to remedy it instead of blindly blaming others."
"We have to believe that the anchor can definitely help the Zhizhi fans."
The cat that loves to eat fish and diving for gold also helps control the comments.
There are still a bunch of black fans in front who haven’t left yet, waiting to watch the show!
They can't let their favorite anchor be caught by the super moderator.
Xia Zhibai glanced at the comments and felt a little resistant to this stubborn old lady.
Moreover, she calculated the situation at that time and knew that she had the opportunity to make up for it, but she didn't.
Bringing disaster to future generations is indeed the character of the old God of Wealth.
But as Mo Nanfeng said, it is indeed necessary to make amends, after all, the descendants have been wronged.
Sure enough, when Zhizhi's mother heard Xia Zhibai's voice, she immediately panicked and was about to hang up the phone.
"Mom, if you don't listen to the master, our descendants will die early and there will be no descendants!
Now that my sister is dead, my eldest nephew has been inexplicably crazy for the past two years, and my youngest nephew has also been inexplicably irritable since the beginning of this year. And as for me, nothing goes my way. You and dad have to take medicine all year round. How long do you want to keep this secret from us?
Will you be happy only when we are all dead?"
Zhizhi almost yelled. She was already haggard, and now she was crying and yelling, and she was about to collapse.
Many of the more than 13 million viewers in the live broadcast room were instantly defeated.
There are not only a lot of crying and hugging emoticons, but also a lot of gifts.
"Master, please help this family. They are really pitiful."
"Master, if you help them, I will give you more gifts."
"Don't you suspect it was a scam? How could such an outrageous thing happen in this world?"
"That's right, all the money you paid went to the anchor, and you didn't download the anti-fraud app?"
When the fans of those big guys saw that the live broadcast room was lively again, they immediately rolled up their sleeves and got to work.
Xia Zhibai frowned again as he looked at the comments, quickly made some finger gestures, and his face suddenly looked as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.
"If you have your own fans, go to your own broadcast room. If you really want to block those broadcasters, I don't mind calling the police right now."
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