Chapter 125 Your Son is Dead

The matter of the haunted house is now settled.

Sun Hao's various crimes were exposed.

Huo Ning was able to predict the situation and helped the police find solid evidence. Sun Hao was sentenced to death and executed immediately.

His sale of illegal drugs also implicated several celebrities involved in drug abuse.

Those who were watching the show were told Huo Ning's name, and passers-by who were concerned about Liu Xuan's suicide case were also told her name.

For a while, Master Huo's popularity skyrocketed, and his fans exceeded 200,000 in one go, and then stopped at 210,000.

It is worth mentioning that Xu Huai and Xu Nuo, who attempted to commit inappropriate acts against Huo Ning and Wang Xiaoxiao, woke up this morning after being sent to the hospital.

The person is still alive, but his mind is no longer normal.

They are crazy.

Anyone would go crazy if they witnessed their left hand being eaten by a demon.

They have another sixty years to live.

But they have been plagued by misfortune for the past sixty years.

This is a family that has accumulated evil, and it will surely suffer the consequences.

Wang Xiaoxiao's sweet looks, her good eye for currying favor with powerful people, and her peculiar account won her favor among some viewers and increased her number of fans by 20,000.

Jiang Wu felt that what happened last night was too bizarre, so he recorded a video and sent it out after returning home.

Huo Ning gave him a thumbs up.

Her likes attracted the attention of netizens to this big brother, whose burly figure made people intimidated by his appearance.

After some in-depth research, netizens discovered that his real job is a fighting Sanda coach.

The reason he went to the haunted house to join in the fun was because his mother was sick and he needed to raise money. Suddenly he was filled with emotion.

When he started live broadcasting for the second time, people gave him rewards enthusiastically.

Jiang Wu's eyes were filled with tears. He could not speak. He clasped his fists towards the audience in the live broadcast room and said, "Thank you, everyone. When I make money, I will definitely return the money to you."

[We don’t need this little money, so you don’t have to pay it back! ]

[Instead of returning the money, you might as well use it for charity and help those in need.]

[Yes, that's right. This is more meaningful than you returning the money to us.]

Jiang Wu remembered what they said. Two years later, he found the accounts of the netizens who had rewarded him at that time one by one and donated supplies to the disaster area in their names.

This action even made the news at the time.

…

Huo Ning started the live broadcast as usual early the next morning.

He Xiao was the first to enter the live broadcast room to reward her.

——[He Xiao] sent out "Rose" X66.

[He Xiao: Master Huo, I watched the live broadcast last night. It was so scary. I will never be a test sleeper for a haunted house again. Making money honestly is my destiny.]

[He Xiao: Master Huo, wuwuwu, I want to buy you an amulet. I’m so scared right now~]

Huo Ning counted on his fingers and nodded slightly.

"Sure, WeChat transfer, 2000."

She just added He Xiao’s WeChat yesterday.

He Xiao did not go to the villa yesterday and avoided death, but he is still prone to being entangled by dirty things recently. Having a talisman is like an extra layer of protection.

[He Xiao: Thank you so much, anchor, you are my God! ]

Many netizens started wailing, "I want one too."

After Huo Ning explained to them the reason for selling the amulet to He Xiao, she gave them a lucky bag.

The winner is a netizen named "盼儿归家".

——[Waiting for my son to return home] Give away 'Phoenix Crown and Bridal Bridal Gown' x 1.

Huo Ning invited Pan'er to come home for a video call.

As soon as the video was connected, a woman with gray hair cried in front of the camera with tears all over her face.

Pan'er's eyelids were swollen when he returned home. He was only in his twenties, but he looked more tired and haggard than a fifty-year-old old woman.

None of this is the point.

The point is that her background is actually the police station!

There were two policemen standing behind him, staring at the camera.

Huo Ning: “…”

Why has she been under constant police attention recently?

Pan'er returned home with a dull look in her eyes, which were bloodshot. She blew her nose, and there was broken hope in her eyes.

"Hello, host, my name is Zhao Juan. Please help me find my child. Please!"

"I can't live without my child, please help me!"

It was her first time facing the camera. She felt very uneasy and didn't know where to look.

But as a mother, she just wants to find her child now and doesn't want anything else.

Huo Ning frowned.

Zhao Juan's uterus was in a gloomy state, and her child... was probably in danger.

Seeing Zhao Juan's hopeful eyes, she felt a little bit reluctant. Even though she knew the result, she still felt compassion and wanted to see if a miracle would happen.

"Show me a photo of your child. If you don't have a photo, you can just give me the name and date of birth."

When Zhao Juan heard this, she nodded gratefully and showed the photo of the child to Huo Ning with tears in her eyes.

Huo Ning counted on her fingers for a while, and then she sighed and looked at Zhao Juan with a sad look.

"I'm sorry, your child can't come back."

Zhao Juan was struck by lightning.

"ah!"

She broke down crying and collapsed to the ground.

“No… Impossible!”

"You charlatan! You liar! Give me my money back!"

"How can you live with your conscience after you cursed my son so viciously? You will be punished!"

"Your son is dead! I will fight you to the death! I will make you curse my son! I will make you curse my son!"

Zhao Juan's eyes were frozen, tears welled up from her eyes, and she cursed Huo Ning hysterically.

She couldn't believe that her son was gone.

She thought the worst possible outcome was that her child would be taken away by traffickers and sold to a place she didn't know.

She gave birth to a son, not a girl.

Girls may be really dangerous, but, but boys should be treated kindly!

After all, those people steal boys because they want someone to continue their bloodline!

"Yes! That must be the case. My son will not die. He was stolen when he was born. The person who stole him must have no son in his family, so he stole my child to carry on the family line!"

"You liar, you are just jealous that I have a son, you evil bastard!"

Zhao Juan was crying and laughing at the same time, and she was scolding Huo Ning with a dull look in her eyes, but her body couldn't help but tremble.

There is a spiritual connection between children and their mothers.

In the past few days, she had actually sensed that something had happened to her son, otherwise she would not have suffered a mental breakdown.

No matter how harshly she scolded Huo Ning, it was just bluffing and a final way of comforting herself.

Huo Ning sighed, but didn't care about it.

The hemp rope is good at picking out small details, and misfortune favors the unfortunate.

A female police officer took Zhao Juan for psychological counseling, while another police officer named Zhang frowned and looked at Huo Ning seriously.

"You just said that Zhao Juan's son is dead. Where is the body?"

Huo Ning's eyes became even more sorrowful when he heard this. "I'm afraid you won't be able to find the body."