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

Sang Feiwan said to Enyuan, "What if I tell you that there is no real god on Goddess Peak?"

"Impossible!" Eunwon and Eunseok retorted in unison.

In their hearts, the revelation of God is not only the hope of the entire tribe, but also the only chance for their survival.

After all, Sang Feiwan was not a god, and there was no way for him to lift the curse that had lasted for a thousand years, nor was there any way for him to stop them from seeking their last hope and chance to survive.

"Director, we still have to shoot tomorrow, so let's go to bed early." After saying that, Sang Feiwan turned and left.

After Yu Beiming looked at Enyuan deeply, he also left with Xiao Hei.

Pan Mao knew that Sang Feiwan had refused, and he couldn't help but feel relieved. He was really worried that Miss Sang would rush to the top on impulse. What if something unexpected happened? Fortunately, Miss Sang was rational enough.

"Chief En, I deeply sympathize with your people's plight. But we really can't help you in this matter. If you really want to climb the snowy mountains, I think you should be fully prepared before setting off, and never act impulsively."

Enyuan looked at the darkness outside the gate and sighed, "But we don't have much time."

On the way back to the guest room, Sang Feiwan remained silent.

Yu Beiming followed her without saying a word, so as not to disturb her thoughts.

When she opened the door and was about to go in, she suddenly stopped: "Bei Ming."

Yu Beiming responded softly: "I'm here."

Sang Feiwan asked him, "More than a thousand people, cursed for generations, is this punishment long enough? And people like Enshi, do they really deserve to suffer like this?"

"If Enshi and the others deserved their punishment, where did their crime come from? Is it because they have the blood of the En family flowing in their veins? Do they have to bear the sins of their ancestors?"

"If that's the case, then what about Zi Fenglin and his son? It was that man who killed Niuniu, but the victim Niuniu wanted a kind-hearted boy to die for her? Just because the boy's father was a bad man, he deserved to be implicated and deserved to die? Even though he tried hard to live and treat everyone well?"

Sang Feiwan doesn't like to interfere in other people's karma.

But what happens when retribution shifts to innocent people?

Yu Beiming said: "Wanwan, don't think too much. God's curse is not something you and I can interfere with."

Sang Feiwan naturally knew this, so he did not agree to the request of Patriarch Enyuan.

Sang Feiwan couldn't get too deeply involved in the affairs of the En family, but since Zi Fengling was connected to the live broadcast room and Sang Feiwan promised to help them solve this problem, he should do what he said.

That child... The haggard face of Zi Fenglin's son lying on the hospital bed appeared in her mind.

It would be too unfair if the sins of their fathers had to be borne and paid for by their descendants, while the perpetrators themselves went unpunished.

"Beiming, this place is remote, and the situation with Zi Fengling's son is somewhat urgent. I want to use the method of leaving the body to make a trip."

"Wanwan!" Yu Beiming hurriedly tried to stop her, "How can the soul leave the body at will? What if..."

Sang Feiwan smiled and said, "So I need you to protect me. If the time is up and I don't come back, you can summon me back."

Yu Beiming said: "I will go, you protect me."

"You are injured, so you should not use too much spiritual energy. My cultivation is higher than yours. If I can't handle this little thing, it would be a waste of my two lives."

"But……"

"Bei Ming, I believe you. You believe me too, right?"

Yu Beiming had no way to refuse, he nodded: "Okay, I will protect you. You must come back before dawn, staying too long will damage your soul."

"I understand. I won't sacrifice myself for others."

"Isn't this considered sacrificing yourself?"

"Don't worry, I only do things that I'm sure of. Come into the room first, and we'll start early."

Pan Mao came up the stairs and out of the corner of his eye saw Yu Beiming and Sang Feiwan enter the room together.

He was shocked and it took him a long time to recover: "These two have developed to this point? Then why did Miss Sang deny it so eagerly when I was promoting their relationship?"

He stroked his chin, thought for a while, and narrowed his eyes: "I understand. They are afraid that after the CP is exposed, they will have to break up again when filming the next drama, which will affect their relationship. Therefore, they would rather have an underground relationship and protect each other well. It seems that this is true love!"

Sang Feiwan's room is very big. In addition to a 1.8-meter-tall bed, there is also a chaise longue and a desk.

"Let's start." Sang Feiwan said nothing more and sat cross-legged on the bed.

She first set up a protective barrier for the entire room, so that no sound or unusual things from the outside world could enter the room, ensuring that she would not be disturbed.

"If I don't come back before dawn, you must call me loudly and ask me to come back."

After a brief explanation, Sang Feiwan closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation.

A moment later, a shadow emerged from her body, which disappeared on the spot and went in the direction of the purple wind chime.

The biggest advantage of the soul leaving the body is that it can cross mountains and seas in just a moment.

Luocheng is a small fifth or sixth tier city. At this moment, the hustle and bustle of the day has long faded and fallen into silence.

Especially in the old neighborhoods, there is not a single light, it is dark and quiet.

"Knock, knock, knock!" The sudden knock on the door broke the quiet atmosphere and echoed in the empty corridor.

"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom!"

The knocks on the door became more and more urgent.

"Who is it?" A hoarse voice asked from inside the room.

"Knock, knock, knock!" The person outside the door did not answer, but just knocked on the door persistently over and over again.

"Squeak!" The door opened and an orange light leaked out, illuminating the figure of the person knocking on the door.

He was clearly standing in the orange light, but his whole body exuded a gloomy temperament.

The person who opened the door was an old man in his sixties. He looked sleepily at the boy, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old and had a strange look on his face, who appeared at his doorstep in the middle of the night.

"Young man, who are you looking for? Why are you knocking on my door in the middle of the night?"

The boy looked dazed and said stiffly, "I'm Niuniu. Dad, I'm Niuniu."

"Girl..." The old man was stunned and suddenly became annoyed. "What are you kidding in the middle of the night? My poor daughter has been dead for more than 30 years, and you are still making fun of her? Get out of here, or I'll call the police to arrest you!"

Just as the old man was about to close the door, the young man suddenly squeezed into the room, hugged the old man, and sobbed softly: "Dad, have you made my shuttlecock for me? Didn't you promise to make me a feather shuttlecock?"