After time travel, a metaphysics boss relies on fortune telling to support his children

While he was talking, the car swayed to a stop.

"I'm only going to say this once, if you don't want to be stuck in the same place now, get off the car as soon as possible."

It's hard to persuade a dead man with good words.

Lin Xiyue's eyebrows were a little stern, and it definitely didn't look like she was joking.

Han Yang originally thought of connecting because he thought it was a little weird. But when he heard Lin Xiyue say this, he became panicked.

As the saying goes, if you don't die, you won't die.

Although he is a young man, he definitely listens to others' advice and is the type to eat enough.

With the idea of ​​​​believing that something is true rather than something that is not true, he jumped up quickly and shouted to the driver, I want to get off, I want to get off.

In an instant everyone in the car turned to look at him.

In the dull pupils, the eyes were distracted.

Only the woman in red continued to sing and frown as if she hadn't heard anything.

The driver also turned his head blankly, and Han Yang's heart was shocked as his dull eyes stared at him.

There seemed to be a complete chill running from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

at this time.

Something that looked like a paper crane flew in from the car window.

The bus, which was not windy at first, suddenly picked up a gust of wind and then made a clang.

The door of the last bus finally opened.

Han Yang rolled and crawled and ran down.

Not to be honest, if he runs a step slower, he shows disrespect for life.

There was a clang from behind, the sound of the car door closing. He turned around and saw the bus moving slowly.

It was only then that he discovered that the wheels of the bus didn't seem to be touching the ground. No wonder he felt that today's bus was extremely smooth all the way, and he didn't even feel any bumps.

After getting out of the car, Han Yang realized that he was covered in cold sweat on his back. When the night wind blew him, he realized that his limbs were cold.

A small paper crane just landed on his shoulder, and then lay there quietly.

This scene was very strange, but it made Han Yang feel at ease inexplicably.

At this time, everyone in the live broadcast room also saw the bus going away through the screen of Yang Yang’s mobile phone.

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

I saw the last bus drifting far away, and then a white arch bridge suddenly appeared in front of me. The bus floated onto the arch bridge before everyone's eyes, and then disappeared.

The barrage was instantly flooded by a group of people.

[Oh my god, is this the rumored last train of the undead? ! 】

[Wow, how weird! No wonder there was no sound of the car starting coming from the screen. It turned out that the car was actually floating in the air! 】

【What a risk, what a risk! If you do it for just one more second, this young man will go to heaven! 】

【Mom! What did I find? There is really a ghost in the last train in this world! 】

[Ah, don’t talk about it upstairs, I won’t dare to go out at night anymore! 】

[I really want to ask brother why your last bus is so early! Isn't it just after eight o'clock? 】

[I was about to take the bus home, but now I’m trembling as I look at the bus! 】

Han Yang, who was still in shock, felt a trace of warmth on his shoulders, and his limbs gradually warmed up.

He had just met a car full of ghosts, and the originally empty streets made him even more frightened, but with the little pointed-headed paper crane by his side, he felt inexplicably at ease.

He also noticed that if it weren't for the little paper crane just now, looking at the stiff and cold expression of the driver, it seemed that he wouldn't be willing to let him get off the car.

He looked at Lin Xiyue's beautiful and calm face at the other end of the live broadcast, and his trembling legs finally stood up straight.

After seeing the barrage, he replied: "Our place is relatively remote, and we have to pass through a whole cemetery. At night, no one walks there at all, so the bus will end earlier."

Han Yang explained.

I quickly called a car with my mobile phone. While waiting for the car, I watched the barrage in the live broadcast room to distract my attention.

Lin Xiyue was not in a hurry. When the car called by Han Yang finally arrived, Lin Xiyue cut off the connection.

The style of the barrage has completely changed. Those who were still questioning Lin Xiyue before saw the scene just now and stopped talking.

At this time, some netizens remembered what Lin Xiyue said to the woman just now, that her daughter was not a human being.

If what the anchor said is true, then that family is in danger.

[Anchor, I believe what you said now. Did that person’s daughter really become a ghost just now? Will her family be in danger? 】

[Yes, it is better for the anchor to save one life than to build a seven-level pagoda. If you can, help that family! 】

[Don’t go too far upstairs. The anchor is not a god. If the woman doesn’t believe in her, how can he save people? 】

[Why don’t the anchors do the math? After all, our anchors are so awesome! 】

[No matter how good the anchor is, he is also a human being. There are some things that fate cannot control. 】

[Everyone, please stop arguing and listen to what the anchor has to say? 】

Seeing that everyone was waiting for her to speak, Lin Xiyue said: "I just said that there will be consequences to this matter. Although the family will be a little frightened, there should be no danger."

After Lin Xiyue finished speaking, rocket special effects appeared on the barrage.

system hint.

[The forever little baby sends out rocket x1]

[The forever little baby sends out rocket x1]

[The forever little baby sends out rocket x1]

Lin Xiyue initiated the connection.

The forever little baby appeared in the picture.

What is somewhat surprising is that such a cute name is associated with a middle-aged uncle.

He had an unkempt beard and a weathered face, and he looked like he had been exposed to the wind and sun all year round.

This was Xu's first time connecting in the live broadcast room. He seemed a little reserved and didn't know where to look for a moment.

"Anchor, hello, my surname is Zhao."

Uncle Zhao spoke with some embarrassment. He looked at Lin Xiyue, a pair of weathered eyes full of expectation.

"Anchor, can you help me calculate whether my son is still alive?"

As he spoke, his calloused hands touched his arms for a long time and took out a photo.

It was a somewhat yellowed photo. The background of the photo was in a small rural yard. A three-year-old boy was holding a milk-white puppy and smiling happily.

Because the photo was a little curled when it was placed in his arms, Uncle Zhao carefully smoothed the curled edges of the photo and took great care of it.

"Our family was poor at that time and we didn't take many photos. I found this photo on the phone of my child's aunt."

After the man finished speaking, tears welled up in his eyes.

The gray hair looked even more dazzling at this time.

"My son has been missing for nine years now. If he were still alive, he would have grown into a teenager."

Recalling the past, Uncle Zhao's face was filled with sadness.

My son was just over three years old when he disappeared. At that time, the family was busy, and the children in the countryside were free-range. That day, his wife was cooking in the kitchen, and he went to work in the fields. The three-year-old son was in the yard with the puppy. I was playing, and when my wife came to the yard to look after the children after cooking, she found that the children were missing.