Quite explosive!Boss, she started fortune telling again

Sang Luo shook his head, "I won't be able to explain this for a while. However, your father's death is indeed strange, and you have to investigate carefully to find out the reason behind it."

Sang Luo thought for a while, "Which hospital did your father have the operation in? You take me to see it. I won't know the details until I get to the scene."

Gao Yi was very happy when he heard that Sang Luo wanted to go to the hospital to help him find out the truth, "Thank you, master, for your help! I will come to Guanzhong to pick you up tomorrow."

Sang Luo nodded, "Okay, remember to come earlier."

【ah?Is there no end to this story? 】

[No, no, no!Anchor, are you going to download? 】

[Come to the scene tomorrow and broadcast live for us, okay! 】

【We also want to know what evil is haunting his father】

Sang Luo hesitated, "Let's talk about it tomorrow, I'll download it today."

There are too many uncertain things tomorrow, she doesn't want to agree to this hastily.

Sang Luo still closed the live broadcast room despite the repeated attempts of netizens to stay in the live broadcast room.

Today's live broadcast made her very tired, her legs were numb, and her neck was sore.

After turning off the computer, Sang Luo walked out of the hut and went to the small lawn in front of the temple to exercise.

Looking down the mountain, the sun has set, and the setting sun has coated the continuous mountains with a layer of golden light. The gentle evening wind can't move the evening clouds, the head of the wild path is buried in the wild forest, and the old crows are always crying around the trees.

She had already forgotten how long she had not seen such a beautiful sight.

In the underworld, there is only a black sky that lasts for thousands of years. There is no sun, no moon, and not even a little starlight.

On the surface of the Wangchuan River, endless blood lingers indefinitely, broken limbs and countless bones are floating everywhere.

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The next day, at four o'clock in the morning, Sang Luo was woken up by the sound of jingling bells in the temple.

Feeling angry, Sang Luo searched for the source of the sound, which came from the temple on the easternmost side.

She gently pushed the wooden door open, and Shen Wuyang was cleaning and placing tributes in the hall.

Under Shen Wuyang's meticulous cleaning, this temple seemed to have changed its appearance, the floor was polished brightly, the table was filled with fresh fruit offerings, a stick of incense was inserted in the incense burner, cigarettes rose slowly, and the thuja cypress The scent of the gods wafted around in the temple, adding a sense of sacredness and solemnity to the originally desolate and lonely temple.

Sang Luo's face darkened, "There are no statues of gods in this temple, so there is no need to clean it so carefully. If you are really in a hurry, go and clean out the dining hall and the Buddhist scriptures pavilion."

She was sleeping soundly, but she was woken up by this kid, so as soon as she caught him, she quickly vented all the anger in her heart.

Shen Wuyang heard Sang Luo's voice, and hurriedly turned around and ran to Sang Luo, "Master, why did you make your own temple so sloppy?"

"My temple?" Sang Luo frowned slightly, staring at Shen Wuyang for a long time, his eyes were full of doubts, and amidst the confusion, there was a hint of worry.

"So, the woman in this portrait is me?"

Through Sang Luo's eyes, Shen Wuyang saw the doubt and surprise in her eyes, as if she didn't know anything about it, so she felt a little frustrated.

"Master, it's fine if you forget about me, how come you even forgot the sect you created with your own hands?"

Shen Wuyang lowered his head, said while kicking the corner of the bluestone floor with the toe of his shoe.

At this moment, Sang Luo felt a strange feeling in her heart. The feeling was inexplicable and made her feel extremely empty and lost.

"You founded the Cangyun faction, why have you forgotten? What have you experienced in the past few thousand years?"

When Sang Luo heard Shen Wuyang's words, he felt a sense of loss, "I only have memories related to Hades in my mind, and I thought I was born in Hades."

In an instant, she also quickly figured out why her account was associated with the incense of this broken Taoist temple.

It turned out that this Taoist temple was created by herself.

In fact, it's not just her, the ghosts and gods with a little status in the underworld, the money in their accounts all come from beliefs and incense in the world.

However, the accounts of other ghosts and gods are generally connected to the Temple of the City God or the Temple of the Ten Hells, and only she is connected to a Taoist temple of unknown origin.

For thousands of years, she has never been troubled by money, because this Taoist temple was very popular before, but three years ago, after the death of the last temple owner, her pockets began to be very shy.

From a rich woman in the underworld, she transformed into a negative woman in the underworld in an instant.

At the most difficult time, she owed half a year's wages to her subordinates, and she is still paying back the wages she owed before.

After Shen Wuyang heard what Sang Luo said, his face was full of shock, "Master, did you go to the underworld after death? I thought you became a fairy."

Sang Luo rolled his eyes at Shen Wuyang, "What happened to the underworld? Ghosts and gods are also gods."

Shen Wuyang saw that Sang Luo was not happy, so he hurriedly flattered him and said: "Master is right! How magnificent is it to be a ghost? If you let these mortals die in the third watch, they will not survive the fifth watch! How long these mortals live is not your Hades. The people who have the final say?"

After finishing speaking, Shen Wuyang put on a flattering smile.

"How long a mortal will live is decided by the people of Hades." Sang Luo repeated Shen Wuyang's words, and suddenly a thought crossed her mind.

So the matter of Gao Yi's father may have something to do with the people in the underworld.

At about eight o'clock, Gao Yi came to Cangyun Temple with a bundle of incense.

As soon as he saw Sang Luo, he hurriedly bowed to express his thanks.

"I heard that the master did the live broadcast not to make money, but to earn some incense for the Taoist temple, so I bought some incense."

As he said that, Gao Yi took out the incense, "I am the same as the master in this regard. I did not investigate the truth for money, but to find out the real culprit for my father and let him rest in peace."

Gao Yi worshiped in every temple and burned incense.

At this time, Sang Luo also received an unexpected text message.

[Your debit card account, 9996, remitted a sum of money from Tiandi Bank on August 8, and the current balance is 15 yuan. 】

Sang Luo left Shen Wuyang in the temple to guard, while he followed Gao Yi to the hospital.

As soon as we arrived at the gate of Qingtian Hospital, a bunch of reporters rushed forward, vying for interviews and filming.

Sang Luo was a little confused, "What's going on?"

Gao Yi scratched the back of his head, "I found these reporters, and now it is said on the Internet that I made a fuss in order to extort money. I just want to prove that I am not such a person. I want those people to see it. My father's death was problematic."

Sang Luo was so annoyed by Gao Yi that he asked blankly, "Do you think the hospital will let us in after you have called these reporters?"

Gao Yi smiled awkwardly, "I didn't think about it that much."

Sang Luo didn't say much, and walked towards the hospital gate, but as expected, she was stopped by the hospital's security.

"Our dean said that you two are not welcome, please leave quickly."

Gao Yi invited Sang Luo in the live broadcast room, so the director of Qingtian Hospital ordered the security guards early in the morning not to allow Sang Luo and Gao Yi to enter, so as not to cause trouble again.