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

The lady smiled gently. Although her face was full of wrinkles, she was still elegant and beautiful:

"For things like this, of course the fewer people who know about it the better, which is why I contacted you personally. I just wanted to have a perfunctory chat with you and coax you over."

"But when I found out you were in your 30s and had never been in a relationship, I felt sorry for you. So when we chatted, I would show more concern for you. I hope you can feel the love from the opposite sex in the last month before you die. In this way, you can die without regrets."

"In order to make you believe me, I always wear a human skin mask when I video chat with you. Plus the effect of the filter, you will believe me without a doubt."

"You believed in me all along and I almost tricked you into coming here. Why did you suddenly doubt me? And how do you know the cause of my grandson's death?"

Long Aotian's eyes flashed, and he said, "I'm inside and you're outside, so it's inconvenient for us to talk. Why don't you let me out first? I'll talk to you slowly when I get out, okay?"

"Forget it if you don't want to tell me. It's not important anyway."

"I..." Long Aotian was so angry at her words that he was speechless.

The lady ordered: "The time has come, you can bury him."

"What do you mean by burying? Burying whom? Me? No, no! You can't do this, it's against the will of heaven and earth! Please let me go, I beg you to let me go!"

He banged on the coffin, but no one paid any attention to him.

Even the small hole for ventilation was blocked.

Not long after, several men came into the mourning hall, carrying a coffin, and staggered all the way up the mountain.

The pit had been dug long ago. All they had to do was put the coffin in and push the soil down to bury it. It was simple and crude.

Long Aotian lay in the coffin and felt a sense of falling, then the coffin stopped shaking. It seemed as if there were heavy objects pressing down on it, and the feeling of suffocation and oppression was even stronger than before.

Really...buried alive!

In the pitch dark, in the increasingly suffocating narrow space, he felt a deep despair.

There was clearly still residual oxygen in the coffin, enough for him to live for several hours, but he felt like he couldn't breathe, his heart beat faster and his breathing became rapid.

"Help, help!" He tried to push open the coffin lid, but to no avail.

The coffin had been nailed shut long ago, and he had no way to get out before it was buried underground, and he was even more helpless now.

When he was most desperate, he thought of Sang Feiwan.

Thinking of everything she had predicted before, I felt extremely regretful. Why didn't I listen to her advice?

Even though he is a poor loser with nothing, he still believes that beautiful, rich and pretty girls will fall in love with him, and fantasizes that he can have a different life experience like the male protagonist in the novel.

This so-called luck in love actually leads to death in the end.

"Wow... I don't want to die. Anchor, save me! I really don't want to die, especially in such a horrible way!"

At this time, a faint "rustling" sound came from outside the coffin, as if someone was digging the soil.

Is there someone coming to rescue me?

Long Aotian was delighted and was about to call for help, but suddenly he realized something was wrong - the "rustling" sound came from the bottom of the coffin.

If someone came to rescue him, they should have dug up the soil above. How could they come from below?

Coming over here, isn't that a human?

"Bang!" The bottom of the coffin suddenly broke open, and in the darkness he felt something crawling in. The narrow space was instantly filled with negative energy and it was as cold as being in an ice cellar.

At this moment, Master Tian on the ground was setting up a magic circle, and the white candles formed a strange formation.

A black and white portrait was placed in the center. The person in the photo was still smiling, but his smile was particularly strange.

The lady followed the master's instructions, clasped her hands together in front of the photo, and murmured:

"My dear grandson, the replacement for the deceased has been sent down to you. Please come back soon, come back..."

"You soul-snatching ox-headed and horse-faced monster, please don't snatch my grandson's soul. My grandson is still a living person. The damned ghost is another one. Take him away and let my grandson come back."

"Come back, my dear grandson. Climb up from that coffin quickly. Once you climb up, you can be resurrected!"

After she finished, she looked at the pile of dirt in front of her again. She didn't see any movement, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious: "What's going on? I've been talking about it for so long, why hasn't my grandson been resurrected yet?"

Mr. Natian said, "Madam, the young master's coffin is also down there. We will use the method of exchanging lives to quietly exchange his soul back to the world of the living. All the previous steps have been completed. Now we can only wait for him to crawl out of the ground by himself. Don't worry, wait a little longer, the young master should be coming up soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, a hand suddenly stretched out from the soil. In the dim light around, the hand was pale and looked very scary.

The lady was also startled, but when she thought of her grandson, she was immediately happy: "It's done! My grandson is back!"

She rushed over to help dig the soil, and after a few tries she turned around and yelled, "What are you guys still standing there for? Come and help me dig!"

She brought four bodyguards tonight - too many people would have been enough to prevent the secret from leaking.

Although the four bodyguards knew that their employer was performing an evil ritual today, it was still quite scary to see a hand emerging from the ground with their own eyes, so they did not dare to move for a while.

Until the noble lady said, "One hundred thousand per person, come and help dig people!"

So after paying a large sum of money, those people bravely came over to help.

Soon, the people in the soil were dug out.

But when the lady saw the other person's face clearly, she was surprised: "Why is it you?"

What they dug out from the soil was not the precious young master, but Long Aotian who had just been buried alive.

Long Aotian was also a little confused.

When he was in the coffin just now, he did feel something crawling out.

But suddenly, a strange force suppressed it. Amidst a rustling sound, he felt the thing retreat back to the bottom.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the sealed coffin lid suddenly disappeared, but the soil above it did not collapse.

Driven by a strong desire to survive, Long Aotian reached out and pulled upwards, trying to escape.

After finally coming out of the dirt, the noble lady asked him in shock, "Why is it you?"

——You just fucking buried me, and you still have the nerve to ask why it’s me?

Of course, Long Aotian didn't dare to say what was in his heart, for fear of being buried alive again, and he wanted to escape in a panic.

"Catch him!"

The lady yelled, and several bodyguards caught him easily.

And the noble lady demanded at the top of her voice: "Why you? Where is my grandson? Where is my grandson?"