(Waiting for a rollover!)
(We just watch it for fun. This anchor is so young, who would believe him if he said he could tell fortunes?)
(Haha, I don’t believe it either, just treat it as an entertainment anchor...)
(You know the power of capital! In a few days, this anchor will become a top anchor and start selling goods.)
Jiang Muyao took a sip of tea and glanced at the screen calmly:
"This irritable guy who dreams of getting rich quickly is destined to be with you after getting a rocket. What do you want to count?"
[Dream of Getting Rich] agreed to connect. He snorted coldly, "Just do whatever you want. I want to see what you can come up with!"
(Wow! This is quite professional, everyone has a script.)
(Brother, I’m following you. Let’s make money together!)
"Let's start with your recent fortune. You stole some ice cream from your son's freezer last night, and you collapsed this morning, right?"
"You...you're monitoring me?"
(Look! I said it was a script. Who could have predicted this...)
(You know what, this guy’s acting is pretty good, and it really looks like the real thing.)
(Don’t be like the young lady last time, who disconnected before finishing the script...)
(I'm the only one who cares whether that young lady will be charged...)
Jiang Muyao said slowly:
"I suggest you replace the private money you secretly hid on top of the air conditioner with a moisture-proof bag. It's about to grow mushrooms."
(Ah, my secret money is also hidden on top of the air conditioner...)
(I'm going to check if my boyfriend has hidden any money...)
Suddenly, a woman's roar came from the live broadcast room:
"Wang Daqiang! So it was you who stole our son's snacks! And you even dared to hide your own money?
You still dare to give money to the female anchor? Are you too arrogant? "
There were clanging sounds on the other side of the screen, a man begging for mercy, a woman cursing, and a child crying nearby.
The connection suddenly stopped.
Barrage of laughter:
(Hahahahaha, retribution in this life!)
(Are you a real-life monitor?)
(Anchor, this time this guy is better than that girl. When looking for actors, you should look for experienced ones..)
(Don’t worry about whether the anchor is a liar or not, the entertainment effect is still full, pay attention to it...)
(Um... I actually found my husband's secret money on top of the air conditioner...)
[Yaoyao’s number one fangirl] Spaceship*50: My Yaoyao is a little fairy!
【Power Bank】Silently add spaceship*100
Seeing that the three fortunes for today had been calculated, Jiang Muyao planned to close the live broadcast and leave.
The tourists expressed their reluctance to leave. In this live broadcast room, there were not only large spaceship special effects to watch, but also various wonderful scripts. They begged the hostess to connect with a few more people.
(Host, please don't leave! You're still doing some fortune telling!)
(That’s right, I haven’t seen enough!)
(Such a wonderful script, please come up with more!)
(Anchor, can you bear to abandon us?)
(I haven’t seen enough special effects yet!)
The messages on the screen kept scrolling, but Jiang Muyao remained unmoved and said with a smile:
"Everyone, today's three trigrams are full. We will see you another day."
After turning off the live broadcast, Jiang Muyao sat on a chair and fell into deep thought, thinking back to the three hexagrams of today, and she did not gain any power of merit.
I don't think you can gain merit just by telling people's fortunes.
The previous few times, I was able to gain merit by saving the lives of those who were not destined to die.
"It seems that I still need to figure out the ins and outs of this."
**
[Confused Little Fish] After listening to Jiang Muyao's words, he hurriedly drove to the columbarium in the west of the city.
He stood in front of the columbarium, looking up at the towering building in front of him, his palms full of cold sweat, and an inexplicable sense of fear and uneasiness surged in his heart.
He took a deep breath, took out his hand, and suddenly, as if driven by some force, turned on the camera, fixed the phone to his chest, and pointed the lens forward.
"I don't know why I recorded it, but... I feel it's necessary."
He whispered to himself, his voice trembling slightly.
Walking into the columbarium, the lights in the hall were dim and the air was filled with the faint smell of incense.
He walked straight to the service desk, where the staff was a middle-aged woman who was sorting documents with her head down.
"Hello, I'd like to check on the status of urn No. 403 in Area B."
His voice was a little hurried and his fingers tapped the table unconsciously.
The staff member raised his head and frowned slightly:
"Area B, 403? That's... the urn that was stored there three years ago, right?"
"Yes, it's my mother's."
The staff quickly tapped a few times on the computer and confirmed his identity again:
"Sir, are you sure it's Section B, 403?"
"Sure!" His voice rose a few degrees. "Any questions?"
After the staff asked him to show his ID, they confirmed that he was the owner of Room 403, Area B.
"Come with me."
He followed the staff through the long corridor, and the sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, sounding particularly harsh.
The camera shook with his footsteps, and the picture was a little blurry, but he could still see the road ahead clearly.
At the end of the corridor was an iron door. The staff took out the key and opened it.
"Area B is this way." The staff pointed to the passage on the right.
The lights in the corridor became dimmer, and the air was filled with a damp smell.
He followed the staff to counter 403.
His heart beat faster and faster.
"It's here." The staff stopped and pointed to the cabinet.
He looked at the cabinet and was suddenly stunned. The cabinet door was slightly open, and a trace of water seeped out from the gap, slowly dripping along the edge of the cabinet to the ground.
"What...what's going on?"
When the staff heard his voice, they looked up and were stunned. They didn't expect to see such a scene:
"That's impossible. The cabinets are sealed... How could that be?"
He slowly reached out and opened the cabinet door, and aimed the camera at the interior of the cabinet.
The urn was placed quietly inside, but water droplets were oozing from the surface of the box and dripping along the edge of the box, as if it had just been fished out of the water.
"This...this is impossible!" He suddenly took a step back, the camera of his mobile phone shook violently, and the picture became blurred.
The staff panicked and quickly pulled out their intercoms: "Security! Security! Come to Room 403, Section B! There's an incident here!"
At this moment, the urn suddenly made a slight "click" sound, and the lid slowly opened a gap.
His breathing almost stopped, and the camera was aimed at the urn. In the picture, the lid opened little by little, revealing the inside.
It was empty.
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