Live broadcast of debt collection, one person is paying attention and the entire network is scared t

【Burial objects? Can you recognize this? Nonsense, right? 】

[Am I the only one who cares about who this old man is? I remember that the owner of the car that caused the accident went private and seemed to have paid Sister Zhao a lot of money. 】

[He's not even her father? So, what did this person do to her house? 】

[The uncle is covered in wounds. He is so pitiful. He must have been badly abused. Why didn’t this old vicious woman drown her at that time? 】

The barrage was going crazy in Jiang Ningning's live broadcast room.

Because there were so many changes that happened at once, everyone's discussion couldn't even focus on one topic.

However, when the police arrived at the scene, it was impossible to continue the live broadcast, so Jiang Ningning took the initiative to cut off the live broadcast room.

The family of three took the old man away and went straight to the hospital.

The policeman handling the case picked up the sword from the ground and looked at it. It was a simple bronze sword that held a lot of weight in his hand. He asked Jiang Ningning, "How do you know this sword is a burial object?"

Jiang Ningning can't say it's because I am a heavenly master.

He gave a random reason, "Our family owns a funeral shop, and our ancestors also moved people's graves. There are records about some of the funerary objects in ancient books at home, but I'm not entirely sure. You should ask relevant experts to take a look." "

After saying that, Jiang Ningning returned to the topic.

"Last year she ordered a one-stop funeral service from our store for a total of RMB 18,888. Can she return the money to me first?"

Sister Zhao was handcuffed by the police. She was in this situation because of this unlucky debt collector. If it weren't for Jiang Ningning, how could she have been exposed!

She wanted to rush over and bite Jiang Ningning to death. She gritted her teeth and said, "You want money? Just go ahead and dream. I won't pay back the debt even if I die!"

His hair was disheveled, like an evil ghost.

Jiang Ningning didn't care about her, a legal expert, and just waited for the police to answer.

The policeman handling the case smiled politely and said: "Her case is a bit complicated because there are too many suspected branches. You have to go back with us to make a record and leave an account. We can wait until we find out the debt problem so that we can transfer the money to you." account."

Jiang Ningning naturally cooperated.

Although Jiang Ningning's live broadcast room was closed, netizens who paid attention to this matter did not go offline. Adhering to the spirit of Holmes per capita, everyone was excited on Weibo.

Then--

An entry titled [Perpetrator of the Day] quickly became popular as soon as it appeared.

[I was the driver who hit this man last year. At that time, the car had an accident at the traffic light in front of the Grand Parkway Mall, and I knocked him down.

Because it was my first time to drive, I was so scared that I didn't know what to do.

When I opened the car and went down to check on my uncle, this Ms. Zhao suddenly appeared and said that I had killed her father and asked me to compensate.

I didn't have insurance at that time and I was so scared that I hurriedly filed a complaint without even checking to see how badly my uncle was injured.

She said she would pay 100,000 yuan or take me to court.

I gave him 100,000 yuan. Over the past year, I have been living in anguish and self-blame, and I have never touched the steering wheel again.

Unexpectedly, the result was like this. 】

The number of comments below almost instantly exceeded 10,000.

[Originally I wanted to spend money to buy peace, but ended up being cheated out of my money. As expected of you, I asked Sister Zhao to respond. 】

[What a bullshit response, she has to go in and step on the sewing machine. 】

[When I think about the uncle’s incompetence over the past year, I’m so angry! Sister Zhao must be sentenced to death! 】

【Severe punishment! 】

There were thousands of angry curses, and among the numerous voices of criticism, other voices gradually appeared.

[This funeral sister has something special. She collects debts twice and gets two in! 】

[Whoever dares to owe money to a funeral shop can be a good thing! 】

[One thing to say, right now I only care about whether the big villa I gave away yesterday is a dream come true. 】

[I want to know more, who will I collect debt from next? How is he to be sent in! 】

[Those who owe money to the funeral shop, are they trembling now? 】

[No, some people believe this. It’s obviously a blind cat that killed a mouse. 】

[So is that sword a burial object? 】

…

Woohoo~

Woohoo~

In the shade at the base of the city wall, a man in a long robe and mandarin jacket cried heartbrokenly.

There were three or four old men nearby, either wearing long-sleeved robes, coarse shorts, or Li-Ning Nikes. They all gathered around the man in the mantle with sympathetic expressions on their faces.

"Old Zhao, please stop crying. Even if you cry, the sword that was buried with your family will never come back. If you cry too much, your soul will fade away."

"That's right. Although there are fewer tomb robbers these days, they are not extinct. It's bad luck if this kind of thing happens. You won't come back if you cry. The theater over there will start singing soon. I'll give it back to you. Got a good seat.”

"That's right, stop crying."

These are all lonely ghosts who refuse to be reincarnated after death. There are old ghosts who are thousands of years old and new ghosts who have just died. They gather together to find company.

This old Zhao was preceded by a prince of a certain dynasty. When he was buried, there was a Shang Fang sword in the coffin as a burial object.

But last month, a tomb robber with no moral integrity drilled a hole in his tomb and stole the Shang Fang sword.

Lao Zhao cried and cried so hard that he couldn't help but feel sad.

"You don't know that my father relied on this sword to win half of the empire for the late emperor, and our family was able to inherit the throne later. I have no ability. I can't fight for my father when I'm alive, and I can't defend my family even if I die. My baby!"

Lao Zhao was crying with a lot of tears and runny nose, when suddenly he heard an exclamation not far away.

"Here comes the note!"

Tiaozi is a ghost. What they, the lonely ghosts who refuse to reincarnate, fear most is encountering a ghost.

If you accidentally anger the other person, wouldn't it be unlucky for you to be stunned?

Several new and old ghosts were shocked when they heard the sound, and they immediately dispersed.

"Old Zhao, stop crying, save your strength and run away!" The rough man grabbed Old Zhao's arm and tried to drag him away.

However, Lao Zhao just stood up——

"Zhao Bingde, who is Zhao Bingde? Your family has given you a big villa. Come and go through the formalities!"

"Zhao Bingde, who is Zhao Bingde!"

Before Lao Zhao could escape, he heard Yin Chai calling his name.

Big villa?

Although he is a ghost from thousands of years ago, this era pays attention to keeping pace with the times, and he also knows what a big villa is.

Suddenly he was stunned.

He looked at Yin Zai who had drifted over in shock, "Tiao...ah, no, Guan Ye, I am Zhao Bingde, and I have a big villa? Is there a mistake? I haven't received any incense for many years."

Yin Chai looked him up and down and checked it with his own record book.

"You're right. Your seventy-eighth great-great-granddaughter gave you a large villa. Come back with me to go through the transfer procedures."