Because the room was very quiet when both parties were connected, the Taoist priest's mumbling was like a thunderclap that shook the earth.
"Fuck, what does that mean? Does the fortune teller know there's something dirty around him?"
"Isn't it obvious from his expression? There's something wrong."
'Ahhhh I can't bear to look at it, it's so scary, mom, save me!'
…
At this moment, not to mention the thousands of miles of network cables between them, even the audience in the fortune teller's live broadcast room felt creepy. The number of people dropped sharply in an instant, and they all ran to Ye Lan's side.
He knew that the truth had been exposed, so he simply stopped pretending to be mysterious. He pulled the mat to the computer, knelt on it, and told Ye Lan everything.
"I just recently felt something was wrong. The Yin energy around me suddenly became so strong that it couldn't be dispelled, and my body gradually started to have problems. That's why I wanted to come to the source of the earthquake to seek a solution."
"Do you think it would be effective if I performed the ritual again?"
In the past month, he has tried various methods to expel the evil spirit, and even used various exorcism methods of his peers from the north and south, but unfortunately, they all had little effect.
I did meet a master a while ago, but unfortunately I was almost scared to death. I regretted it when I got home, but I couldn't find the person anymore.
Now he is haunted by nightmares every night, his health is deteriorating, and he is really desperate, otherwise he would not be broken down by Ye Lan's few words.
The audience in the live broadcast room had just been watching the fortune teller from afar, looking like an immortal as he sat on the cushion. Now that they had come closer to the camera, they discovered that his face had turned pale as gold paper, and there was a large, horrifying dark circle under his eyes.
It's obvious that he has run out of energy.
Seeing that his attitude was quite sincere, Ye Lan gave him an answer.
"If you perform rituals, you will only die faster."
hiss.
The fortune teller gasped, his scalp tingling, and his lips trembled. "Then... what should I do?"
This time he was really showing weakness and asking for help.
Because even the monks in Dabei Temple could not see those wronged souls, but A Yue in the live broadcast room saw those things at a glance just now, which shows how unfathomable the power of their owner is.
Ye Lan hadn't hung up the phone from the beginning, which meant she wouldn't ignore it. So after the other party was convinced, she said calmly, "In three hours, another earthquake will hit. Now all you need to do is use your prestige to urgently evacuate the crowd."
"What... earthquake?" The Taoist almost doubted his ears, but when he saw the entire screen full of comments expressing the same shock, his pupils gradually dilated. "But I didn't receive any notification."
He took out his cell phone and looked at the message, but there was nothing displayed on it.
"Of course I didn't notify you, because this was caused by you." Ye Lan on the other side of the screen said this in a shocking manner, regardless of everyone's psychological endurance.
The Taoist priest was sweating profusely, "Master, what do you mean?"
Ye Lan glanced at the yin energy that filled the room over there and said slowly, "Four years ago, you used the power of the world's merits to forcibly liberate millions of undead souls. Unfortunately, your strength was insufficient, and you ended up suppressing these undead souls under the seal. Some of them followed you and absorbed their essence."
"Now that you have returned to the sealed land and wish to perform another salvation, these undead spirits, who have long since transformed into evil spirits, will tear you apart the moment the seal is opened, simultaneously triggering a second major earthquake."
This kind of natural disaster caused by evil spirits cannot be captured or predicted by ordinary seismic instruments.
The Taoist priest was reluctant to believe this, but what happened to him was real, and the ritual four years ago that was praised by thousands of people was indeed not as perfect as rumored.
Is it really a disaster caused by myself?
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Finally, his entire body shook like a sieve, and he kowtowed to the screen, saying urgently, "Master, I beg you to give me some guidance and save my life!"
No one knows better than the people in the Xuanmen how terrible it is to bear a sinful debt, so his panic has reached its peak at this moment.
The once glorious fortune teller knelt down before Ye Lan in front of hundreds of thousands of spectators.
In an instant, the live broadcast room exploded.
"Oh my god, is this something I can actually see? Is there really going to be an earthquake? Are you kidding me?"
"Shen Suanzi is a master with tens of millions of fans. If it wasn't true, would he joke about his own traffic?"
"Oh my god, what should we do now? If he leaves immediately, will the earthquake stop?"
This netizen's idea just happened to be a flash of inspiration in the fortune teller's mind, but unfortunately it was rejected by Ye Lan before he even opened his mouth to ask.
"When you stepped into this place, the undead were already out of control. It's better to block it than to comb it. Sooner or later, this will happen."
The girl's casual words blocked all his hope.
In the end, the fortune teller had no choice but to accept his fate and slumped down on the futon with a dejected look on his face. "Then I'll go to the village committee now and have the village chief call the higher-ups to report. They were designated a key protected village four years ago, so they can contact them directly."
Ye Lan: "Yeah."
Hearing the affirmative reply, he no longer hesitated, stood up, put on his shoes, and ran to the village committee with his mobile phone in hand.
At this moment, hundreds of thousands of viewers in the two live broadcast rooms were watching him run out, feeling both scared and curious. Some viewers living in the earthquake zone thought it was a show and sat at home with their legs crossed, waiting for the truth to be revealed.
When we arrived at the village committee, it happened that the village chief was on duty that night and was about to rest. He was pulled up by the fortune teller and his face was full of panic when he started the broadcast.
The other party also didn't believe there would be an earthquake, and refused to make a phone call or turn on the loudspeaker.
"Master, I know you're capable, but this isn't something you can joke about. If this gets out of hand, I'll lose my job."
At that time, the fortune teller's other hand had completely lost all feeling, and the black air was so thick that it was visible to the naked eye.
He remembered what Ah Yue had said earlier about a child eating his hand. His heart was instantly broken. He slammed his phone down, grabbed the village chief by the collar, and roared, "Beat him! Beat him now! I was originally your city manager, and if anything happens, the responsibility will be entirely on me!"
The village chief was frightened by his crazy look and tremblingly pressed the loudspeaker at the entrance of the village.
At this moment, the clear and pleasant voice of a girl came from the phone.
"Let everyone take refuge in the temple."
"Okay." The fortune teller did as he was told without hesitation.
Late at night, many families in the countryside had turned off the lights and gone to bed. When they heard the noise, they did not bother to check their phones to see if there was any official news. They hurriedly gathered their families and rushed to the temple. Their action was much faster than expected.
Next, the village chief called the city. The fortune teller's heart was pounding like thunder. Although he was nervous, he gritted his teeth and took the phone, risking his life and property to ask the authorities to evacuate the people in various areas.
After about ten minutes, barrages of comments suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room.
'Holy crap, I just got an earthquake evacuation notice and I'm in an earthquake zone!'
'Fuck, me too!'
"It turns out this isn't a script, the host is serious!"
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