Chapter 39 Found it, not dead
Netizens are very smart and immediately found the illogicality in it.
[Alas, I hope it’s not what we think.]
I wonder if the signal is good in the back mountains. And there's a kid holding his dad's phone like that. What if his dad wakes up and finds out?
[Wow, this makes me, a bitch, want to cry. I hope the kid can find his mom safely and that she's okay. Also, Sister Yang is such a kind person. She only charged the kid one dollar for the divination. What a warm-hearted Sister Yang!]
[I don't mean to be a bad person, but if the child's mother was truly alright, she would have returned on her own.]
[Hey, I'm a new fan, what happened? ]
[Hahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Are the netizens in this livestream room all out of their minds? They wouldn't be so easily fooled by a script on the internet, would they?]
[Mark those who believe in fortune-telling now, I will sell them health supplements when they are old.]
Fu Yang's fans were very dissatisfied with these comments and immediately started arguing.
[Sister Yang is a celestial master, of course she can tell fortunes!]
"Can't we even tell if it's a script? Why bother asking questions."
[You better pray that you don't have to ask Sister Yang for help in the future.]
At this time, the background of the little boy on the screen kept changing. Big trees appeared behind him, as well as raised mounds of earth on the mountain.
Those are the graves.
The little boy obviously remembered what Fu Yang said. He went straight up a slope, stopped in front of a mound, picked up a hoe and started digging.
He was small and had little strength, and he was worried that he would hurt his mother if he used too much force.
At this time, Fu Yang's fans in the live broadcast room were all worried and didn't even post comments.
Only those netizens who mocked Fu Yang's live broadcast as a scripted one were still jumping up and down.
Time passed little by little, and the little boy on the screen still didn't discover anything. With tears on his face, he kept digging the soil.
[The host must have made a mistake, why is there nothing? 】
[Don't worry, maybe we haven't dug it yet, it's too deep.]
[Alas, if this is a script, I will definitely report the live broadcast room. Using children as a gimmick is really too much.]
Just then, a discovery was made in the grave. A piece of cloth appeared in the soil, like the corner of a bed sheet.
The little boy became even more anxious when he saw the bed sheet.
He recognized it; it was the bed sheet he used at home.
Soon, the bed sheet was revealed, and a human figure could be vaguely seen, and it seemed like there was a person buried inside.
If you listen carefully, you can hear a few faint moans.
The little boy was stimulated and dug the dirt off the bed sheet with great force and opened the bed sheet.
He saw his mother with her eyes closed, looking very weak, with bloodstains on the bed sheet.
The boy burst into tears.
He didn't know what to do now.
Fu Yang's voice rang out:
"Don't be afraid, I've already called the police, you don't have to move."
The boy sobbed and said:
"Sister, thank you. Will my mother die?"
Fu Yang shook his head.
"Her biggest crisis has passed. Everything will be fine in the future. You will be fine too. You will live a happy life in the future."
[Wow, I cried watching this. Luckily, this kid is sensible and considerate. If it were someone ungrateful, he probably wouldn't even ask a single question.]
This mother is so pitiful. She was beaten so badly by her husband and buried in a grave. She almost died.
[Oh my god, this script is too realistic, isn't it? They actually buried someone?]
[Script, you, do you hear the sirens? ]
Soon, netizens saw on the screen that the police had arrived.
Fu Yang said to the little boy:
"The police are here, and the ambulance will be here soon. Don't worry, your mother will be fine."
The little boy nodded, trusting Fu Yang's words.
Not long after, netizens saw the little boy's mother getting into the ambulance.
At this point, the connection for the second hexagram ends.
However, netizens still have many questions in their minds.
[Sister Yang, what's going on with the little boy's mother? ]
Will his father be punished? I've heard that injuries caused by family disputes aren't often punished too severely. Sometimes, a written agreement of apology is all that's needed.
[Ah, how should I put it, fortunately this kid is different from his father.]
Fu Yang's voice was cold.
"This isn't a simple case of domestic violence. The little boy's mother was trafficked. The police will take over these matters, and the outcome will be good. Don't worry."
Now that the little boy’s mother’s affairs have been revealed in the live broadcast room, the Internet has a strong influence on the spread of information, and I believe someone will handle it properly.
[I'll keep an eye on this case and wait for a fair outcome!]
[Yes, we absolutely cannot let this go so lightly.]
[Alas, it's a good thing that Sister Yang got through to the kid, otherwise I can't imagine how desperate he would be.]
[Tsk, this must be a script. Even if it's true, it was agreed upon beforehand between the host and the person involved. I don't think anyone in the world can predict this so accurately.]
Fu Yang ignored the comments.
Just when she was about to give out the third lucky bag, a gift special effect suddenly appeared on the screen.
[Shangshanruoshui gives away 10 private jets]
He is the one who cheated his friend out of more than two million antiques.
I saw Shangshan Ruoshui constantly posting comments, and in just a short while, his attitude was completely different from the arrogant one at the beginning.
[Master, Master, I was wrong! I just said something wrong and offended you! Please save me!]
"Tell me, what exactly should I do to get him out of here? I know I was wrong, and I'm willing to apologize. Anything is fine!"
[Master, please connect with me again. I really can't stand it anymore. He keeps pestering me. He really wants to kill me!]
Fu Yang looked at the comments he sent coldly, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he even drank tea leisurely.
Shangshan Ruoshui was very worried when he saw this.
In just a moment, the wires in his house suddenly short-circuited and caught fire, and the headlight above his head suddenly fell down. When he reached the stairs, he could clearly feel someone pushing him from behind.
Now he had to believe that it must be his friend who died of illness who came to see him.
The best is like water and continues to give out gifts.
【Master, I was really wrong. Please be merciful and save me.】
[I will definitely do good things from now on and will never do anything deceptive or fraudulent again.]
[Shangshanruoshui gives away 10 private jets]
Fu Yang saw him constantly refreshing the barrage and initiating connections, and said something calmly.
"There's no need to connect, but considering your sincere repentance, I'll give you a few words of advice. Your friend died because you cheated him out of money for medical treatment. You should sincerely take paper money, kowtow at his grave and admit your mistake. Then, return the money you cheated to his family so that he can rest in peace in his reincarnation."
"Remember, when you burn paper in front of the grave, light three incense sticks. If the smoke goes straight up, it means he has forgiven you and the matter is over. If the smoke doesn't go up, you must kowtow and admit your mistake. From now on, do more good deeds."
After saying that, Fu Yang ignored him and prepared to finish the last divination of the day.
On the other side of the screen, Su Mingyue frowned as she looked at Fu Yang's live broadcast room. She couldn't help but wonder, when did Fu Yang become so powerful?
No, she wanted to expose Fu Yang, embarrass her in front of netizens, and make her never dare to broadcast fortune-telling live on the Internet again.
Thinking of this, Su Mingyue turned to look at the assistant beside her.
"Go apply for a connection."
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