The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

"Okay, host, I'll listen to you." Luluwuwei quickly agreed.

Sang Feiwan sent him the address in a private message, along with some precautions.

At the same time, the sandalwood tree demon was working on new dishes in the kitchen.

At this time, the cell phone rang and the caller ID showed: "Xiao Zhao".

As soon as the call was connected, Xiao Zhao's particularly cordial voice came from the receiver:

"Uncle, I'm Xiao Zhao. I'm the health consultant of Kang Kang Tang who sent you eggs during the day."

"What, you're still busy cooking? Oh uncle, you're really working hard...Okay, I'll definitely come and try your cooking next time."

"Oh, uncle, I want to tell you a good news. Our boss has a mysterious gift for you tomorrow, so you must come tomorrow."

When the sandalwood tree demon heard this, he hurriedly asked, "What is the gift?"

Xiao Zhao smiled and said, "The mysterious prize will only be known when it is revealed on the spot. But I can tell you in advance that the grand prize is worth hundreds of thousands. Anyway, you can just come tomorrow."

The sandalwood tree demon thought that he had nothing to do during the day, so he might as well go.

The five food tasters that Bai Chengfeng found for him all took leave recently for some unknown reason.

How about getting some health supplements and giving them to the tasters? They are too weak and always ask for leave.

I just finished talking to Xiao Zhao on the phone when Sang Feiwan’s WeChat message came:

[Tomorrow you go to Kang Kang Tang, and bring someone in for me. Also, I taught you how to draw a truth sign last time, remember? Draw one and stick it on the boss of Kang Kang Tang.]

The sandalwood tree demon is a little strange:

[Master, how did you know I was going to Kang Kang Tang? Truth or truth? Of course I remember how to draw it, but what do you mean by this? ]

【Do it, and you will know tomorrow. 】

After Sang Feiwan explained everything to the Tan Shuyao, he connected with a netizen to have his fortune told before ending tonight's live broadcast.

Today’s three gossips ended very quickly. When I ended the live broadcast, it was not yet 12 o’clock at night, and I had to go on a business trip next.

Just now, the first gossip netizen Black Coffee encountered the problem of ghosts on the rooftop. She calculated that there might be some variables, so it is better to go there in person to be safe.

Although the other party's location was more than 1 miles away from Beijing, she flew very fast on the sword. Just after a.m., she landed in City X.

Since Black Coffee's home community is in the city, with a lot of people coming and going around, in order to avoid trouble, she can only avoid the city and land in the suburbs, then take a taxi there.

Sang Feiwan was still on the way, while Hei Kafei was waiting anxiously at home.

Time flies, and it's already 1 o'clock. I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but I always feel that the house is gradually shrouded in yin energy.

The comments from netizens on the public screen just now kept circling in my mind: […He has no pupils, only whites of his eyes! ]

Although it was text, it became a voice that entered my ears over and over again: "No pupil... No pupil..."

"Tada-tada-tada--" the sound similar to that of high heels came again.

Black Coffee began to tremble all over. Fear was like a dense net that engulfed his entire body.

He kept comforting himself: "It's okay, it's okay! The anchor said that as long as I don't go out and don't provoke that thing, there will be no problem."

Just then, he heard "Ding!" outside the door, the sound of the elevator arriving.

He quickly looked through the peephole and saw an old lady on the second floor hurriedly walking out of the elevator, mumbling, "I forgot to collect the clothes. I heard it was going to rain in the middle of the night. Luckily I remembered..."

Black Coffee quickly opened the door and shouted, "Auntie, don't go up..."

Unfortunately, it was still a step too late, and the aunt's figure disappeared in the stairs.

Many residents in the building like to hang their clothes on the roof to dry, and sometimes quarrels even occur over the clothesline.

But after hearing about the problems on the rooftop, I basically don’t dare to come here again.

The aunt on the second floor is a tenant. She doesn’t have an owners’ group and naturally didn’t see the messages in the group. That’s why she dared to go to the rooftop to collect clothes in the middle of the night.

There was no light on the rooftop. In the dim moonlight, one could vaguely see the clothes on the clothesline swaying violently in the wind.

The aunt was collecting the clothes in a hurry, when she suddenly heard the sound of "da-da-da" coming from behind her.

She turned around following the sound and saw a figure squatting in the corner of the rooftop, tapping his hands again and again, making a "da da - da da -" sound.

The old lady walked over and asked, "Which household are you from? Are you repairing the roof?"

The man paused in his tapping motion, then he slowly stood up and turned his back to the old lady and asked, "Can you see me?"

The aunt said, "How could I not see you when you are such a big person?"

The moon slid out from the thin clouds, illuminating the scene before us even more clearly.

The aunt therefore noticed that the man was wearing very dirty work clothes and a helmet on his head, and looked like a worker.

"Aren't you a resident here? Then why are you here in the middle of the night? What are you doing?" The old lady became alert and suspected that it might be a thief.

But her words deeply hurt the other person's heart.

His voice suddenly became sharp: "You are a resident, so great? Without workers like us, how could your house be built? Why, why can you live in such a nice building? And I... and I don't even have a home?"

As he spoke, he suddenly turned around, revealing a dark blue face. Viscous blood slowly flowed out of his helmet, and his eyes were wide open with a grayish white color, and the pupils were invisible.

"what!"

The aunt's scream reached Black Coffee's ears along the stairs, and he knew something must have happened.

How to do?How to do?

The lady on the second floor is a tenant and has little relationship with the owners, but she is a nice person. When they met in the elevator a few days ago, she gave him some local specialties from her hometown.

Finally, Black Coffee gritted his teeth and rushed forward, but he saw the old lady with her mouth open and eyes bulging, as if her neck was strangled by an invisible force.

Seeing Black Coffee appear, she stretched out her hand and made a gesture for help.

People's vision is not exactly the same; some people can see special auras, while others can see nothing.

Although Black Coffee couldn't see, he still rushed over and punched randomly based on his sense.

Because of this effect, the ghost hand that was strangling the aunt loosened.

But the ghost's anger grew stronger, and a vicious voice accompanied by the whistling wind came into my ears: "You all bullied me, you all bullied me! Damn it, you deserve to die."

"Ahhh, it hurts so much when I fall. Why am I the only one feeling the pain? You guys jump down too and feel my pain!"