"Yes, a lot of media, network stations, and anchors are here. I originally wanted to join in the fun, but there are too many people. I... don't have enough fighting ability to squeeze in!"
As Shan Zhihan spoke, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue at Ning Huanxin.
She was about to leave, but halfway there she suddenly saw Ning Huanxin's car, and she came over.
"Actually, everyone knows that Zheng Qiaoshan's car accident was a natural and man-made disaster. What does it have to do with the wedding dress? But sometimes people are very superstitious. The more outrageous some things are, the more attention they will attract. Goddess, let me tell you something. Son, don’t really believe in evil.”
At this point, Shan Zhihan's expression became very serious, and his tone became particularly low, as if he was about to start a ghost story.
"Did you know that there is a free-flying online live broadcast platform? There has been a lot of trouble on that platform recently. First, there was a small team that broadcast live broadcasts about ghosts and psychics. Their female anchor called herself a ghost-eyed girl and said that she was born with yin and yang eyes. The team that can see the souls of the dead was really popular for a while, but it suddenly stopped broadcasting a few days ago. I happen to know the people in their team. When I saw him yesterday, he told me with a scared look on his face that they After live-streaming from a suburban church, the next day their female anchor... died!"
Having said this, Shan Zhihan couldn't help but shudder, and the expression on his face became gloomy: "Also, a few days ago, a female anchor named Yu Yao'er suddenly said that she would live broadcast the collision. Ghost, a ghost came to press me. I heard that the live broadcast stopped halfway, but the next day the police went to investigate other anchors, and it turned out that Yu Yao'er... was also dead!"
The circle of network anchors is not big, especially famous anchors have their own circle of friends, so Shan Zhihan also knows about Wang Jiayu.
But... a damn girl
Ning Huanxin really didn't know about this.
"I've seen the reports about Yu Yao'er, but why haven't I seen the news about the ghost-eyed girl you mentioned?"
Ning Huanxin asked strangely.
Shan Zhihan sighed: "When something like this happened, the boss of Free Flying naturally wanted to settle the matter. Besides, Yu Yao'er died after suddenly disconnecting during the live broadcast, and the girl who was the ghost in the live broadcast, I heard that she had finished the live broadcast. After celebrating with her friends, an accident happened on the way home, so many people didn't know about it, and her family treated it as an ordinary accident, but those who were with her said that she died in a strange way. So this kind of thing It’s really better to believe that something exists than to believe that it doesn’t exist, right?”
"I didn't expect you to be so superstitious."
Ning Huanxin smiled. At this time, the police had arrived. With them maintaining order, the blocked traffic would soon be able to move again.
"Where are you going? Do you want me to take you there?"
Ning Huanxin turned around and asked Shan Zhihan.
"There is a ride with the goddess. I must take it. Can you take me to Yanjing Department Store? It should be a convenient road, right? I'm going to buy something."
Ning Huanxin was originally going to Yanjing Department Store, but she didn't expect that Heshan's Letter was also going there.
"It's just on the way. Sit tight."
Ning Huanxin had already started the car. When leaving the street, Ning Huanxin couldn't help but glance at the entrance of the bridal shop again in the rearview mirror.
Blood stained wedding dress…
Unexpectedly, Zheng Qiaoshan's death would add another "cursed" thing to the world...