The book continues from the above, saying that after Zhang Baotian and Xiaoyu father and son won the lottery, they tasted wine and talked about the ghosts they watched back then.

"Dad, is there anything else about this?" Xiao Yu was not surprised that he was possessed by the thousand-year-old ghost who seemed to be Huanhuan, and he already knew about it.

However, for the dead old witch, he still lit a wisp of incense, and said that the old man's death was strange.

Huan Huan has been dead for thousands of years, and you can still wander around the flour mill, you are a mortal witch, your mana is low, what do you do to fight with others!

"Alas, little fish!" Zhang Baotian looked up to the sky and sighed, "That witch once said that if she can't dispel this female ghost, let me find a place to dig a pit and bury you!

"Uh!" Xiao Yu's cold sweat flowed down like a waterfall, secretly glad that his father didn't kill!

"However, she also said one more thing!" Zhang Baotian gasped, his eyes staring at Xiao Yu tightly, "If you are 32 years old and you don't die in a catastrophe, you will definitely be blessed with great luck, great power, and great wealth!"

"That's it, your son, I'm still bad, don't you see this wealth is coming?" Xiao Yu felt very comfortable when he heard this.

"You tell me. What happened on the day you had your car accident?" Zhang Baotian grabbed Xiao Yu's hand, wondering how Xiao Yu had changed since the car accident.

"Dad, I just said, do you really want to listen to the truth?"