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

There were still ten seconds left until twelve o'clock, and netizens had already started counting down spontaneously. When the countdown reached "1" on the public screen, Xiao Hao, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up in a daze.

His eyes were still closed, and he sat up suddenly, as if a robot was suddenly awakened.

"Son? Son?"

Zi Fengling called out cautiously, but the boy turned a deaf ear to her, got out of bed stiffly, and walked straight forward without even putting on his shoes.

At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside, and a middle-aged man walked in: "What's wrong? You insisted on asking me to come here so late at night! Hey, son, why did you get up suddenly? My son is awake, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Zi Fengling and her husband have been divorced for many years and have long become strangers to each other.

After his son fell ill, the man did not fulfill his responsibilities as a father. He just visited him twice, scolded him a few times, and then left.

Tonight, if Sang Feiwan hadn't asked her to, Zi Fengling wouldn't have called him over.

Hearing the man's question at this moment, Zi Fengling didn't have time to say more, and only said: "Your son is possessed by evil spirits, stop him quickly, don't let him run away!"

"Possessed? What does that mean?" The man was confused and cursed: "How did you serve my son? How did you serve him so that he became possessed? If anything happens to my son, I will beat you to death! Son, son, where are you going? Don't scare your dad, son!"

The son ignored his father's shouts, walked past his father and walked out of the ward.

When he got to the corridor door, he started skipping rubber ropes, singing as he did so:

"Little ball, kick it with your feet, the Malan tree blooms twenty-one, twenty-eight, two-five, six, twenty-eight, two-five, seven, twenty-eight, two-nine, thirty-one..."

Although he is a tall boy, his jumping movements are extremely light and nimble, as if he really has long rubber bands under his feet.

The man was stunned, and suddenly reacted: "Call a doctor, call a doctor quickly!"

Zi Fengling said sadly: "It's no use calling a doctor. After this period, he will fall into a coma again. But I'm connected with the metaphysics anchor, she must have a solution!"

While pointing her phone at her son who was skipping rubber ropes, she asked Sang Feiwan, "Host, did you see clearly? My son skips rubber ropes like this every night, and each time he does it for about ten minutes. If he is interrupted in the middle of the process, he will faint early."

On the live broadcast screen, Sang Feiwan looked at the scene in the corridor with cold eyes, and suddenly said: "Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its creditor. Stop pestering innocent people."

As the words fell, the boy's skipping rope stopped abruptly, and the next moment he suddenly turned around, facing his father and opened his eyes.

His eyes were extremely cold, which startled the middle-aged man. He stammered, "Son, son, what's wrong with you? I'm your father, don't you recognize your father?"

The boy said nothing. He walked slowly towards the man and said word by word: "Give me back my life!"

Before the middle-aged man could react, his neck was strangled.

Zi Fengling was shocked when she saw this, and hurried over to grab her son's hand and shouted: "Son, let go quickly, no matter how bad he is, you can't strangle him to death!"

The boy was incredibly strong, and Zi Fengling tried her best to make him let go but failed.

Fearing that her son might have killed someone, she had no choice but to shout, "Help! Help!"

The family members in the adjacent ward heard the noise and came out one after another. When they saw this scene, they stepped forward to stop it without saying a word.

The boy, who originally looked ferocious, rolled his eyes and fainted again when more people gathered around him.

The middle-aged man escaped death and fell to the ground. It took him a while to recover.

After recovering from his shock, he started to curse again: "You stinky woman, what did you say to your son? It's ok that you usually ignore me, but today you actually want to kill me! My son wants to kill me, this is outrageous!"

Zi Fengling said angrily, "You pig, can't you see that your son is possessed? Hurry up and help carry your son back to the bed, you bastard, do you really want to end your family lineage?!"

The man finally realized that this situation was indeed abnormal. Seeing that everyone was helping, he quickly got up and carried his fainted son back to the bed.

Everyone was still gathered in the ward pointing and talking, until the doctors and nurses on duty were alarmed, and then everyone returned to their respective wards.

When only Zi Fengling and her family of three were left in the room, she took out her phone and asked Sang Feiwan, "What happened just now? My son almost killed someone!"

"Although he had gotten up in the middle of the night to jump rope before, he had never laid a hand on anyone."

"If the family members in the next ward hadn't been strong enough to pull him away, he would have really killed someone! It's so scary, my heart is still pounding."

Sang Feiwan said: "It's clear now. The root of everything lies with your ex-husband."

"What? Why on me?" the ex-husband asked in confusion.

If he didn't believe in being possessed before, after he was almost strangled to death by his son, he couldn't help but believe it.

Sang Feiwan sneered: "Have you forgotten? 33 years ago, you killed a little girl."

Zi Fengling was surprised: "Who are you talking about? 33 years ago, my ex-husband was still a child, how could it be possible..."

However, when she saw her husband's pale face and evasive eyes, she instantly understood something.

She grabbed the man's arm and asked, "Is what the anchor said true? Did you really, really kill someone back then?"

The middle-aged man looked panicked and hurriedly denied: "I have never killed anyone, no! Don't talk nonsense!"

Sang Feiwan said: "You can deny it, but your son will die because of you."

The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, his eyes finally revealing fear, but the first thing he cared about was not whether his son was dead or alive. Instead, he stood up and wanted to run away.

"Stop!" Sang Feiwan shouted coldly, with a bewitching tone: "Things haven't been explained clearly yet, how can you leave? You are not allowed to leave!"

The man found that his feet seemed to be nailed down and he could not take another step forward.

He began to get scared and asked tremblingly, "Who are you? What...what do you want to do?"

Sang Feiwan chuckled: "I just want everyone to hear the truth. What happened 33 years ago? Tell the truth, don't hide anything."

Facing the camera, his ex-wife and his unconscious son, the middle-aged man was obviously unwilling to talk about the past, and hesitantly spoke.

Zi Fengling loved her son so much that she punched the middle-aged man on the chest and forced him, "Speak up! It's already this time, what else can't you say? Do you really want to see your only son die?"

Looking at his son lying motionless on the hospital bed, the man was somewhat reluctant, but he still gritted his teeth stubbornly and said nothing.

Until Sang Feiwan's indifferent voice came into his ears again: "Tell me, tell me everything about the evil you did in the past, tell me everything..."

He didn't know why. He had clearly made up his mind not to tell anyone even if he was beaten to death. But when Sang Feiwan's voice reached his ears, it easily broke down all his defenses.

The truth that I didn't want to tell even if I was beaten to death was inexplicably spoken out...