Underworld Chat Group: My Hubby is King Hades

"Yes, good multimedia, Internet stations, and anchors are here. I originally wanted to join in the fun, but there are too many people. My...I don't have enough combat power to squeeze!"

Shan Zhihan said, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue at Ning Huanxin.

She was going to leave, but when she was halfway there, she suddenly saw Ning Huanxin's car, and she leaned in.

"Actually, everyone knows that Zheng Qiaoshan’s car accident is a natural disaster and man-made disaster. What does it have to do with the wedding dress? But sometimes people are very superstitious. The more evil things are said, the more attention they will be. Goddess, I will tell you something. Son, don't really believe in evil."

Speaking of this, Shan Zhihan's expression became serious, and his tone was particularly low, and it was a proper rhythm for ghost stories to be broadcast.

"Do you know that there is a free-flying webcast platform? Something happened on that platform recently. First, there was a small group of live broadcasts with ghosts and spirits. Their female anchor called herself a ghost-eyed girl and said that she was born with yin and yang eyes. I can see the souls of dead people. That team was really hot for a while, but suddenly it stopped live streaming a few days ago. I happened to know the people in their team. I saw him yesterday and he told me about them with a face of fear. After a live broadcast at a church in the suburbs, their female anchor... died the next day!"

Speaking of this, Shan Zhihan couldn’t help but shudder, and the expression on his face became gloomy: “Also, there was a female anchor named Yu Yaoer a few days ago who suddenly said that she was going to broadcast live. Ghost, there was a ghost press. I heard that the live broadcast stopped halfway through. As a result, the police went to investigate other anchors the next day. It turned out that Yu Yaoer... also died!"

The network of network anchors is not large, especially the famous anchors have their own circle of friends, so Shan Zhihan also knows about Wang Jiayu.

But... the **** girl?

Ning Huanxin really didn't know about this.

"I've seen reports about Yu Yao'er, but why didn't you see the news about the ghost-eyed girl?"

Ning Huanxin asked strangely.

Shanzhihan sighed: "If this kind of thing happens, the free-flying boss naturally wants to calm down. Besides, Yu Yaoer died after a sudden disconnection during the live broadcast, and the girl **** in the live broadcast, I heard that the live broadcast was finished. After celebrating with a friend, there was an accident on the way home, so many people didn’t know, and the family members treated it as an ordinary accident, but those who were with her said that she died a bit evil. So this Things, it’s really better to believable and not to be trusted?"

"I didn't expect you to be so superstitious."

Ning Huanxin smiled. At this time, the police had arrived. With them to maintain order, the blocked traffic would soon be able to run again.

"Where are you going? Do you want me to see you off?"

Ning Huan turned his head and asked the letter of kindness.

"There is a ride with a goddess. I must take it. Will you send me to Yanjing Department Store? It should be a good way to go this way? I'll go shopping."

Ning Huanxin was originally going to Yanjing Department Store, but she didn't expect the Letter of Harmony to go there.

"Just on the way, you sit firmly."

Ning Huanxin had already started the car at this time. When she left that street, Ning Huanxin couldn't help but glanced at the gate of the bridal shop again in the rearview mirror.

Bloody wedding dress...

Unexpectedly, Zheng Qiaoshan's death would add another "cursed" thing in this world...