Chapter 1 — Grandma said in a dream that the numbers were lucky, my husband panicked and asked for a divorce

My Grandma Gave Me The Jackpot Numbers In A Dream, My Husband Was So Scared That He Knelt Down Begging Me Not To Buy It My grandmother passed away three years ago, but last night she suddenly appeared in my dream. She grabbed my hand and carefully wrote seven series of numbers on her palm. After writing, she gently blew a breath and said:

"Tomorrow I must go buy lottery tickets."

"Don't tell anyone."

"Girl, remember what I said. After buying, you must burn incense to pay your respects."

I woke up startled. My heart was still beating rapidly, I immediately reached for my phone and opened the notes section to save the numbers I just saw in my dream. But as soon as her finger tapped the first number... The husband lying next to him suddenly jumped up as if he had been electrocuted. He rushed forward and snatched the phone out of my hand. Cold sweat poured down his forehead, his face was pale as if he had encountered something terrible. His eyes were filled with panic.

"Do not buy!"

"Definitely don't buy that lottery ticket!"

My grandmother who passed away three years suddenly appeared in my dream. She wore the most familiar blue cloth shirt, her hair was combed neatly without any tangles. The scene in the dream was as hazy as if covered with a layer of white mist, only her face was strangely clear. She took my hand. The warmth in the palm of your hand is so real that you can't believe this is just a dream.

"Girl, give me some numbers."

She held my hand and slowly wrote each stroke on her palm. I couldn't see, but I clearly felt the movement at her fingertips. After writing, she bent down and gently blew into my palm.

"Remember to buy lottery tickets tomorrow."

"Don't tell anyone."

"If we win the jackpot, our family's miserable days will end."

Before I could ask anything else, she added another question:

"Girl, remember, after buying, you have to burn incense to give thanks."

As soon as I finished speaking, I suddenly woke up startled. The heart beats continuously in the chest. Reflexively, I opened my hand to look. Empty. But the other seven series of numbers seemed to be engraved in my mind. Scaryly obvious. I didn't dare to delay, immediately picked up the phone next to my pillow, unlocked it, and turned on the notes app. Fingers trembling, just about to enter the first number.

"Don't touch it!"

The husband, who was sleeping soundly next to him, Chu Minh Hien, suddenly jumped up like a spring. He snatched the phone out of my hand with one violent movement. I was so scared that I was startled.

"Chu Minh Hien, what are you doing?"

He didn't answer. In the darkness, I could only see his chest rising and falling violently and his rapid breathing. He stared at the phone screen, cold sweat covering his forehead. In those eyes was fear that I had never seen before.

"This series of numbers... how do you know?"

His voice trembled.

"I was just dreaming..."

"Don't buy it! Hua Tham, I tell you, absolutely do not buy that lottery ticket!"

That tone was not negotiating. It's an order. Carrying an almost uncontrollable panic. I was stunned.

"Why can't you buy it? It's just a dream. At most, spend 2 yuan and try your luck."

"It has nothing to do with luck!"

He suddenly raised his voice. The volume suddenly increased. His whole body tensed up like a wild animal that had just been angered.

"Listen to me! Forget that number, never again in the future Now let's talk about it again!"

Having said that, it was as if he wanted to cut off all possibilities. Before my surprised eyes, he held up the phone. Then throw it hard on the floor. A shrill noise rang out. The screen immediately shattered into countless pieces. In the dark, the remaining light on the screen was completely extinguished. Exactly my mood right now. Chu Minh Hien panted for a long time then slowly turned to look at me.

"Tem Tham, sorry..."

"I... I didn't mean it."

His voice softened, mixed with fear and pleading.

"I did it because it's good for you."

I sat quietly in the dark, not saying a word. On the ground is a phone I bought less than half a year ago. But what I care about is not that phone. Which is the saying:

"Because it's good for you."

And even the extreme fear in his eyes had not yet disappeared. Just a dream. Just a series of numbers. What is he afraid of anyway? Behind that series of numbers, what secret is hidden? The last words of my grandmother in the dream rang in my ears again:

"Don't tell anyone."

I looked at Chu Minh Hien. For the first time, I felt that the man I had shared bed with for the past five years seemed so strange. His fear was not like being afraid of a normal dream. But it was like that series of numbers had evoked some horrifying memory buried deep in his heart, a memory that he didn't want anyone to touch.

"Chu Minh Hien."

I calmly spoke up.

"You better give me a reasonable explanation."

He was silent for a long time. It was so long that I thought he wouldn't open his mouth again. Finally, he spoke.

"Tem Tham, that's not a normal sequence of numbers."

The voice is hoarse and low.

"It's a sequence of numbers that brings disaster."

"It's a curse."

"Our family..."

"I lost my house once because of that exact number."