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

After sending the private message, Long Aotian was still a little depressed: I left in a hurry just now and didn’t have a good talk with the anchor. I don’t know if she will pay attention to me again.

Unexpectedly, Sang Feiwan responded quickly:

[There is something wrong with the photo you gave me. The person in the photo is wearing a simulated human skin mask. Therefore, I cannot see the whole picture through your face, and can only peek through your face. From your face, it can be seen that you will be in great trouble in the near future. If you can't get through this stage, you will die miserably.]

The words "died miserably" made him break out in a cold sweat.

[Host, I will follow your advice and not travel far! I will postpone the marriage. I will never get married without finding out the truth! ]

Somewhere thousands of miles away, the man’s “fiancée” was a little surprised when she heard the hang-up tone from her phone:

"That guy usually hangs up on me when he talks on the phone, and says goodbye more than a dozen times. But today he hung up on me? Could he have noticed something?"

A hoarse male voice came from the side: "Did you scare him by suddenly proposing marriage? It's almost the seventh day of the lunar year, we can't miss the time, for safety's sake we should get him here early."

After Sang Feiwan simply replied to the private message, he focused his attention on the connection - as for Long Aotian's fate - he had already reminded him of what he needed to know, and the rest was up to him.

In the camera, Voldemort was in his room, cautiously asking Sang Feiwan and the audience in the live broadcast room: "Did you see anything?"

[No, isn't your room empty? ]

[Oh, I am a little excited, but also a little scared! Why hasn't it appeared yet? Do I need to draw a few blood circles in front of the mirror before the ghost can appear? ]

[Hey, why is the bed so wet? Could it be that this netizen peed himself out of fear? ]

[Why is the camera shaking? Voldemort, show some manliness, at least live up to your name, and stop shaking! ]

[Come on, Voldemort, don't be scared. I, Harry, support you! ]

Voldemort's hands were shaking, the camera was shaking, and his voice was shaking even more:

"Can't you really see? He...he was lying on my bed! That's why my bed is wet!"

Others could not see it, but Sang Feiwan in the live broadcast room could clearly see that there was a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old sitting on the soft bed.

He was wearing a blue denim jacket, black trousers and a pair of white sneakers. He was huddled in the bed, shivering in the wetness, looking very cold.

Yes, after soaking in the cold seabed for so long, that biting cold feeling has penetrated deep into the soul.

Hearing Voldemort's voice, the boy slowly opened his eyes, his pupil-less eyes looked towards his camera, and he uttered a few syllables.

Voldemort trembled and said, "Brother, can you speak Mandarin? I really can't understand dialect!"

Netizens who like to watch the fun also joked on the public screen:

[Does Voldemort regret not learning more dialects? ]

[There is nothing I can do about it. The country is so vast that the accent changes every ten miles. There are so many dialects that I cannot learn them all! ]

[Didn’t they say the ghost was a young man? Are there still young people who can’t speak Mandarin? This is too weird! ]

Sang Feiwan understood: "He is asking for help, speaking H country language. He is from H country."

Previously, Sang Feiwan had recorded two episodes of "Paradise" in Country H. He could understand a few individual words, but not the complex ones.

"Voldemort, repeat everything he said. If anyone in the live broadcast room understands H Mandarin, please help translate it on the public screen. Others, please stop speaking."

Then she turned to the ghost in front of the camera, "What happened to you? If you need any help, you can tell me."

The ghost on the bed heard Sang Feiwan's voice. Although he didn't understand the specific meaning, he didn't know why he had an inexplicable sense of trust in that voice.

The ghost immediately came to the phone screen, and when he saw Sang Feiwan, a look of joy appeared on his pale face.

Judging from his expression, he should know Sang Feiwan.

He spoke to Sang Feiwan a little anxiously, and Voldemort followed behind and repeated what he said haltingly.

There were many netizens in the live broadcast room, and indeed someone who knew the language of Country H immediately helped translate it and posted it on the public screen:

[My name is An Junxu, and I am a college student. Our ship had an accident...it sank. All my companions died, it was so tragic...]

[My girlfriend is still alive... Please save her! She is still drifting on the sea...]

From his intermittent words, the audience pieced together what had happened.

The boy named An Junxu was traveling on a cruise with his classmates, but for some unknown reason, an accident suddenly occurred on the ship and all the tourists on board were killed.

An Junxu and his girlfriend were lucky enough to find a wooden board, but the buoyancy of the board was only enough to support the weight of one person.

An Junxu used up his last bit of strength to push his girlfriend onto the board. "You are lighter, you still have a chance to survive if you go up. You must survive, you must survive!"

He let go of the board and sank into the cold sea with endless regret.

In the last moment before he lost consciousness, he saw his girlfriend lying on the wooden board, crying helplessly and calling his name over and over again. That kind of helpless grief was more sad than being buried in the sea himself.

He didn't know how long it had been, but he suddenly found that he seemed to have become very light, so light that he was no longer afraid of the pressure of the sea water, and floated to the surface of the sea like a wisp of green smoke.

The huge ship in the distance had sunk and the sea had returned to calm.

This accident and the lives of hundreds of people left only a few ripples on the vast ocean and no longer caused any other waves.

The girl's small wooden board drifted with the current, getting farther and farther away, but there was no sign of the rescuers.

An Junxu knew that if he continued like this, his girlfriend would definitely die. So his ghost floated on the vast sea, and finally floated to the cruise ship where Voldemort was.

It just so happened that Voldemort was summoning spirits through the bathroom mirror, and thus An Junxu was summoned.

As a new ghost, An Junxu's soul is very weak. Sometimes his consciousness is chaotic and he only vaguely remembers his obsession: save people!