Chapter 101 The Dead Don’t Tell Fortunes
Xia Hua understood what Fu Yang meant. Her family lived too well and people envied them.
She has not suffered much hardship in life, has received an education, and is a well-educated person.
When she heard this, even if she wanted to curse, she could only repeat the same few words over and over again.
"These people are so heartless! Our family hasn't offended anyone and has always been doing business honestly. Why do they treat us like this?"
Some of the workers hired to build the house were distant relatives of theirs.
Who harmed their family?
Xia Hua couldn't say anything too harsh, but if she knew who had done it, she would want to die together with the other person.
Anyway, her husband is in a coma and hasn't woken up yet in the hospital. The doctor said there's a high probability he won't wake up. She also has her child gone, so what's the point of her living?
Fu Yang looked at her determined to die and said:
"Your game can still be cracked. We haven't reached the final step yet."
Xia Hua perked up after hearing this and asked impatiently:
"Anchor, are you telling the truth? If I can crack this game, will my husband be healed?"
Fu Yang nodded:
"Okay, if you break this situation, your husband will be fine. If you leave it alone and continue to live here, I'm afraid you and your husband will both be gone in the end."
Xia Hua immediately took off the gold necklace she was wearing and the gold and jade bracelets on her hands.
"Anchor, please help me. I will give you any amount of money you need, as long as it can save my husband."
All the jewelry she is wearing can be sold.
The compensation for the store had already consumed most of their savings. Now, apart from this house, all she had left were some of her jewelry.
Fu Yang:
"The fact that you can connect with me means that we are destined to be together. It's not meant to be, and God has left you a chance. Please send me your contact information and address in a private message, and I will go there in person as soon as possible."
"As for the cost, you should prepare 100,000 yuan."
Xia Hua nodded quickly, not thinking about dying now.
"Anchor, thank you, thank you."
One hundred thousand yuan was just about the amount of money she had on hand.
Xia Hua not only didn't think Fu Yang was asking for too much, but was actually glad that she still had so much money on hand.
She wanted to save her husband.
The two of them have been together for more than 20 years, and she wants her husband to recover as soon as possible.
No matter how hard the days are, the two of them can face it together.
Xia Hua said this, and without wasting a moment, she sent a private message to Fu Yang with her address and contact information.
Fu Yang nodded.
"I got it. I'll contact you when the time comes."
Xia Hua expressed her gratitude again before disconnecting the call.
[Sister Yang, what is the art of warding off evil? ]
[That sounds scary. Can you tell us about it?]
[Alas, luckily I met our sister Yang during the connection, otherwise...]
[Sister Yang, this aunt is so pitiful. She didn't do anything wrong, but both of her children died because of this. Do you have any way to bring these two children back to life?]
Fu Yang looked at the comments and gave a brief explanation.
"Yan Sheng magic isn't always bad. It can be divided into auspicious and auspicious Yan Sheng magic that can help people prosper, and suppressive Yan Sheng magic that can harm people. Don't be too afraid. Once a suppressive Yan Sheng magic is cracked, the person who casts it will suffer backlash. Therefore, generally no one would do this."
"If you find yourself in a situation where your family has suddenly suffered an accident, your family has been broken up, and your financial fortune has declined, you can think in this direction and find someone who knows the business to take a look."
Then he continued:
"The dead cannot be resurrected, but the relationship between her two children and her is not severed. Perhaps they can continue to be her children."
"Ahhh! Is this true? That's great!"
How do I do this? How do I see that their relationship hasn't been severed?
Fu Yang didn't say much and continued to distribute the lucky bags for the second hexagram.
The person who drew the lucky bag this time was a young girl, who looked to be in her twenties, with a pretty face, but with a hint of sadness between her eyebrows.
Her nickname is a comma and her profile picture is a black and white lotus.
"Sister Yang, I'm your fan. I don't want to tell my own fortune, but can I tell it for someone else?"
Fu Yang nodded.
"Sure. Send me your birth chart or a recent photo in a private message."
Fu Yang received the horoscope sent by the girl, calculated it in his mind, and felt that something was not right.
"Is this a male or female fate?"
girl:
"It's a boy."
Fu Yang frowned and verified it in his mind again.
"Dead people don't tell fortunes, don't you know?"
The girl looked a little flustered when she heard this, and subconsciously wanted to apologize, but she couldn't help feeling sad and painful in her heart.
"I'm sorry, Sister Yang, I didn't mean to do that, I—"
She just didn't know that he was dead.
When the girl thought of this, her nose felt sore and her eyes turned red.
Netizens in the live broadcast room couldn't help but ask.
Why can’t the dead tell fortunes?
Fu Yang said something when he saw this comment.
"Because the dead no longer have a destiny, forcing a divination would violate the laws of yin and yang. As celestial masters, we are quite averse to such things."
The girl apologized again after hearing this.
"I'm sorry, Sister Yang, but I won't count it then."
Fu Yang looked at her expression and sighed helplessly.
"It's not your fault. Didn't you know that the owner of this horoscope has passed away? What did you originally want to calculate about him?"
The girl listened to Fu Yang's voice and looked at her expression. She seemed to feel the concern from Fu Yang and suddenly wanted to cry even more.
"Sister Yang, I originally just wanted to know if he was doing well recently. I didn't know he had passed away."
Fu Yang's voice softened.
"Okay, don't cry. He is your ex-boyfriend, but after breaking up, you still can't forget him, right?"
[Sister Yang suddenly became so gentle. With such a beautiful face, what was she mumbling? Does she like me?!]
[Don't be sad, little sister. Since the person has passed away, you should look forward to it and live a good life.]
[Swagger, if this were my ex-boyfriend, I would just put up a banner to celebrate if he died. Not only did this scumbag cheat on me, he also owes me over a hundred thousand dollars!]
[What? You're actually cheating me out of money! This is unforgivable!]
[This young lady seemed to have a good relationship with her ex-boyfriend. Why did they break up? ]
The girl looked at the passing comments and suddenly couldn't help but want to say something.
"Actually, he and I have a very good relationship. We are childhood sweethearts and have loved being together since we were young. We originally agreed to get married after graduating from university."
"But after graduating from university, he joined the company—"
The girl paused for a moment and continued:
"After that, he broke up with me without any warning, and I haven't heard from him since. However, I received a bouquet of roses from the rider every month, and I knew it was definitely from him. But three months ago, I haven't received any roses, and no matter how I ask, I don't know what's going on with him."
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