"Zhou Xingxing's guess makes a lot of sense."
In Xiaoyao Village, Han Bing watched the livestream from the sofa. She spotted Zhou Xingxing's comment at once and said with a smile, "Unfortunately, you're overthinking it. Niu Guli's wife isn't possessed."
She already knew the truth. Not long ago, Lin Fan had sent her a second message explaining the whole story.
"Niu Guli, you have three minutes left."
Lin Fan said calmly, "After three minutes, if you haven't interrupted your wife's witchcraft ritual, I'm afraid you'll lose your life."
Once Niu Guli's wife stabbed the bloodstained knife into the photograph, it would be too late.
That was precisely why.
Niu Guli had to disrupt the entire process within three minutes.
"I can't die!"
The will to survive surged through Niu Guli's heart. He remembered that his question still hadn't been answered. Nothing could happen to him.
Strength filled his body again. He got up, went to the bedroom door, and opened it.
"I hope I can get a huge insurance payout."
A clear voice rang out.
Niu Guli's wife kept repeating the same words. Then she raised the knife as a chilling gust blew through, inspiring an involuntary fear.
So she wanted the insurance money.
Niu Guli immediately remembered coming home not long ago, when his wife had told him she had bought him some insurance, saying it would give them some security in the future. He hadn't paid any attention then and had signed without understanding anything. He had even thought his wife was so wonderful, without really knowing what kind of insurance she had bought.
Now, he finally knew.
His wife must have bought life insurance for him.
"Honey, stop!"
Niu Guli pushed the door open and charged straight inside. He reached his wife and snatched the knife away.