Chapter 339: One thought to heaven, one thought to hell
[That’s right. Nowadays, as long as you have hands and feet, you can earn some living expenses anywhere. Why should you rely on others? ]
[She only knows how to ask men for money, no wonder her husband would go find a mistress. ]
[I can only say that there must be something hateful about pitiful people! ]
Many different voices instantly appeared on the barrage, and everyone expressed their confusion and dissatisfaction with the middle-aged woman's hesitation.
The middle-aged woman was stunned by Huo Qinghuang's words, then she lowered her head with a look of shame on her face.
She was silent for a moment, finally raised her head, and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes.
"Anchor, you are right. I can't always rely on others. I should stand up on my own and fight for a better life for myself and my children."
Huo Qinghuang nodded: "I'm glad you figured it out. Remember, your goal is to make him leave the house with nothing. Your destiny is in your own hands. Don't always rely on others."
What she didn't say was that if the other party insisted on causing trouble for the mistress, a huge conflict would break out, resulting in the mistress being killed and two others dying.
She would also be charged with murder and not only would she be thrown into jail, but her son would also be implicated.
The only one who was fine was her husband, the culprit.
So, instead of causing trouble for the mistress, it is better to first get rid of her husband's job, then divide up his property, and run away with the children.
As for the mistress, although she got the job she wished for later, the man lost his job and had no money. When the mistress found out she had been cheated, she quickly beat the child and disappeared without a trace.
The man lost both his wife and his money. When he went to look for his ex-wife again, he found that she had changed drastically.
Not only did she look full of energy and more beautiful than before, she also found a new husband. The two of them walked past him chatting and laughing without even looking at him.
Later, his son went to a key university and didn't recognize him as his father at all.
The man regretted his decision at this time, but it was too late.
Of course, Huo Qinghuang saw all this from the other party's fate.
Now the other party faces two choices, one thought is heaven, the other is hell.
Fortunately, the middle-aged woman finally figured it out.
She nodded gratefully: "I know what to do. I will go back to collect evidence. Thank you, host!"
After saying that, she hung up the call.
After the connection ended, the comments in the live broadcast room were boiling again:
[I found that the anchor is not only good at fortune-telling, but also very good at giving people advice! ]
[Anchor, anchor, please let me tell your fortune! ]
[Anchor, I want to have my fortune told, too! ]
Some new netizens were a little confused.
Aren’t they here to learn ancient martial arts?
Why did the style suddenly change and become a fortune teller?
However, the host did not drag the story out or keep the audience in suspense, so it was quite interesting to listen to.
Therefore, these people were not in a hurry to leave, but stayed to continue eating melons.
Huo Qinghuang glanced at the barrage and was about to move on to the next one, when suddenly a microphone came in.
It’s Lin Yuan.
Huo Qinghuang raised her eyebrows and connected the microphone.
"Anchor, I'm already in the capital, what should I do now?"
There was a hint of anxiety and anticipation in Lin Yuan's voice.
Huo Qinghuang thought for a moment and said, "Find a place to stay and tell me the address. I will come to find you tomorrow."
"Okay, host, I understand." Lin Yuan responded quickly.
Just after hanging up the microphone, before Huo Qinghuang could say anything, another call came in.
Huo Qinghuang: "..."
[Hahaha, what happened today? Didn’t the anchor tell his fortune before going on air? ]
[It's Lingling! Isn't she going to the land temple to dissolve the ghost marriage? Anchor, please answer! ]
[It’s really her, anchor, please pick up the phone, we want to see it! ]
[What is a ghost marriage? Who can tell us what's going on? ]
New netizens looked at the barrage in confusion, feeling like they had missed out on ten billion yuan.
Huo Qinghuang answered the call with an expressionless face.
A young girl's face appeared on the screen. It was Lingling who had asked Huo Qinghuang for help before.
Behind her was a somewhat dilapidated-looking land temple, surrounded by a gloomy atmosphere.
Under the moonlight, Lingling's face was pale and haggard, but there was a hint of determination in her eyes.
"Anchor, I have arrived at the land temple, what should I do next?"
There was a hint of nervousness in her voice.
Huo Qinghuang glanced at the screen and continued, "After you go in, find the statue of the God of Land, light three incense sticks in front of the statue, and then sincerely explain to the God of Land why you want to dissolve the ghost marriage.
Remember, you must have a clear mind and a sincere attitude. "
Lingling nodded, took a deep breath, tightly held the talisman paper sent by Huo Qinghuang, and walked into the land temple carefully.
The moonlight shone on her, making her look a little cold.
The audience in the live broadcast room stared at the screen closely, not daring to make a sound, for fear of missing any details.
Lingling followed Huo Qinghuang's instructions and placed three incense sticks in front of the statue. Then she knelt in front of the statue, clasped her hands together, and sincerely explained the situation to the God of Land, asking him to help dissolve the ghost marriage.
Huo Qinghuang nodded and continued, "Now, put the incense in the incense burner, then kneel down and kowtow three times."
Lingling did as she was told, knelt before the statue and kowtowed three times devoutly.
Huo Qinghuang nodded slightly, her tone still calm: "Next, take out a piece of red paper, write your name and date of birth, and then burn it in the incense burner."
Lingling took out a piece of red paper from her bag, wrote her name and date of birth on it, and then carefully placed it in the incense burner and burned it.
The red paper gradually burned up in the flames, and Lingling prayed silently in her heart.
However, half an hour later, the statue remained motionless, as if it was really just an emotionless clay sculpture.
"Anchor, this..."
Lingling looked at the screen with some uneasiness, her voice trembling slightly.
The viewers in the live broadcast room also became anxious, and the barrage of comments began to roll.
[What's going on? Why is there no reaction at all? ]
[Isn't this the wrong method? The host, please think of a solution! ]
[Does no one suspect that the anchor is playing tricks? There is no such thing as a god of the land in this world, and ghost marriages are too ridiculous! ]
[Haha, I actually banned superstition. I have reported it. Don’t thank me! ]
As soon as this barrage came out, the live broadcast room suddenly became quiet and the barrage stopped abruptly.
After a while, a barrage of comments reappeared.
[The above, you don't know that Kuaiyin has been banned, right? ]
[I know, what's the matter? Is it related to the anchor's charlatan? ]
[A charlatan? Hahahaha, this is so funny! ]
[Let me explain to you little idiots. Last time, someone reported the anchor for being superstitious, and Kuaiyin closed the live broadcast room. As a result, in less than ten minutes, the entire Kuaiyin platform was closed.]
[So what? Who can prove that this matter has anything to do with the anchor? ]
The man was still unconvinced, but his words became involuntarily more polite.
[How come it doesn't matter? Didn't you read the statement issued by Kuaiyin? Or are you blind and pretending not to see it? ]
The fans also got angry and responded directly.
There were more and more comments in the live broadcast room, and most of them were talking about Huo Qinghuang’s previous “great achievements”.
And how she could make predictions so that none of her divinations would go wrong.
Huo Qinghuang ignored the farce in the live broadcast room.
She looked at the land temple in the picture expressionlessly, her eyes gradually becoming colder.
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