Dressed like a real daughter, she leads a billionaire CEO to abuse a wealthy family

With the real-time feedback from viewers in the earthquake zone and the huge traffic in the live broadcast room, Wo Ting Feng Lan's live broadcast room soon became a hot search topic.

#xx地quake#

# WoTingFengLanEarthquake#

When the official airdrop appeared side by side with this hot search, netizens who were still surfing late at night were confused.

Isn't this Wo Ting Feng Lan an internet celebrity who was trending on searches two days ago?

What's the big news this time?

Could it be that the live broadcast in the earthquake area caused evacuation congestion?

I don’t blame everyone for their wild thoughts. In fact, live broadcast chaos has been too serious in recent years. Some Internet celebrities have done whatever they can to get traffic, causing countless accidents.

As the earthquake hit, netizens were worried but also clicked on the entry with anger, wanting to severely criticize a wave of unscrupulous Internet celebrities.

result--

'Wo Ting Feng Lan predicts earthquakes in advance and the city evacuates urgently'

'Can Wo Ting Feng Lan help x place avoid this earthquake?'

'Listen to Master Fenglan, it's the first time you have such an exciting live broadcast'

Netizens: “????”

Why do you feel that the style of painting is a bit wrong?

After everyone carefully understood the ins and outs, their eyes were suddenly shocked, and they all clicked into the live broadcast room to watch together.

"I've done everything I can, but..." At this time, in the dead of night, the time has reached nine o'clock in the night, and the fortune teller is sitting in front of the threshold of the village committee without any image, with his hair slightly messy, looking at himself already blackened. The hand holding the hand that could not see the whole picture smiled bitterly, "Am I still unable to escape death?"

He could feel himself getting weaker and weaker, as if his energy and energy had been drained, and he was heading towards death step by step.

"Master, do you think that after I die, I will go to the eighteenth level of hell? Haha, I will. There are so many undead souls who cannot be reborn. I am afraid that even ten lives of beasts will not be able to repay this kind of evil."

Everyone in the live broadcast room felt a little uncomfortable as they listened to him asking and answering questions in a daze.

'I had good intentions when I saved him in the first place. Even if I don't have the ability, I can't put life on his head. It's really unfair. '

'I think so too, and he donated all the charity money he took, so this doesn't count as karma. '

Seeing this, Ye Lan took a sip of tea and said calmly: "He became famous because of this four years ago. Every bit of fame and fortune he gained is due to cause and effect, and..."

Halfway through her words, she paused before continuing to add the second half of the sentence, "Your union has not donated all the donations."

boom.

A thunderous thunder fell on the live broadcast room, knocking everyone over.

"Wha, what?" The divine fortune teller on the threshold was stunned for a while before he realized what was happening. His expression suddenly became distorted, and he jumped up and cursed loudly, "These bastards! I said that after doing the ritual, it was obviously to accumulate merit, but... But I am getting weaker and weaker as if I have suffered retribution. If I don’t take revenge for this, I swear I won’t be a human being!”

At that moment, he immediately reported the Qilian Trade Union he signed to the officials backstage, then took out a charm, bit off his middle finger, and drew a curse with the blood on his fingertips.

"Hurry up like a law, go!"

Everyone in the live broadcast room saw that the spell spontaneously ignited without wind, and quickly turned into a handful of ashes in the hands of the Taoist priest. The smoke curled up like a strange little snake, leading to nowhere through the night.

After casting the spell, the Taoist priest fell back to the threshold, panting, and his face was covered with a layer of death.

At the same time, in the conference room of the Qilian Trade Union Headquarters, everyone was paying attention to the live broadcast room of Wo Ting Feng Lan and Shen Suan Zi.

The leader of the association frowned when he saw this and said dissatisfied: "What a brainless person. He doesn't live stream well to make money, so he goes crazy and makes such a big fuss. If just a small anchor can calculate natural and man-made disasters, Then what should experts do? It’s ridiculous!”

After speaking, he turned to look at the vice president and ordered: "Be prepared to terminate the contract. Don't wait for the official to settle the score. We are implicated."

"Okay." The vice president agreed neatly and quickly printed out a contract. He looked at the burning spells in the live broadcast room and said with a contemptuous smile: "Don't say it. If it weren't for his bad mind, he would This fancy skill is quite deceiving."

The president said without looking back: "Where are the monsters and monsters in this world? They are just deceptions."

As soon as he finished speaking, the light tube on the top of the conference room suddenly went out with a bang.

Everyone in the conference room was shocked.

"what happened?"

In the pitch-black darkness, the president was about to scold the logistics department for not doing a good job, but as soon as he raised his head, he felt someone strangled his neck.

"Hmm..." He struggled to pull the thing off his neck, but when he touched it, he found that it was empty, with nothing on it.

How could this be? !

In an instant, in the flash of lightning in his mind, he remembered the burning spell of the fortune teller and the gloomy face behind the fire. The fear in his heart spread and gradually engulfed him...

But at this time, in the countryside thousands of miles away, the supposedly peaceful night was filled with nervous panic.

The villagers staying in the temple did not feel at ease. Instead, they kept walking back and forth in the yard.

"In the event of an earthquake, is it really safe here? Would it be better to go to school?"

"So what if I go to school? Last time there was a big crack in the school, and my child just fell in."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuori, why on earth does God want us to suffer? It's not easy for my family to have a place to live again."

……

When the Taoist priest walked in, this message was everywhere.

He walked heavily and stepped forward to bow to everyone, "I'm really sorry. It was my failure to handle it well before that led to this accident."

When a man is about to die, he is no longer afraid to reveal his faults, and is filled only with pain and regret.

The villagers didn't know why, and most of them didn't watch the live broadcast. What's more, the divine fortune-telling ceremony in their village a few years ago was a grand event, which left a deep impression on many people.

So now that they heard these words, they did not arouse emotions, but instead comforted him.

"Taoist Master, you don't have to blame yourself. We are all from a poor family. We have always remembered the Dharma assembly that you saved over the years. Knowing that our family can rest in peace is my greatest joy in the past few years."

After the disaster, many people were left with wounds in their hearts, and that ceremony really gave them the power to heal.

The Taoist priest was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the villagers to be so kind and honest. He suddenly felt more guilty and secretly made up his mind.

He turned around and walked out of the temple, bowed to Ye Lan in the live broadcast room, and said in a sincere tone: "Master, I don't have much time left. Is there any way for me to repay these undead souls with my flesh and blood and protect the peace of this place?" ?”

Despite four years of post-disaster reconstruction, rural areas are no better than cities, and the foundations of buildings in all aspects are very fragile.

He was also afraid that the temple would not be able to protect it.

Ye Lan never broke off the contact, as if waiting for his words. He nodded slightly and said: "Yes, in the past, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva threw his own flesh and blood into the eighteen levels of hell to appease hundreds of thousands of evil spirits. Ghost, the situation today is very different. If you sacrifice yourself, you can keep this place peaceful."