I'm asking you to find a job, and you're acting like the King of Hell calling roll?

The other party was in Huai City, more than 130 kilometers away from him.

Even if I could get there before he had an accident, he would never easily trust me.

Tell him you have a system that can predict his danger in advance?

The other party will only think he's an idiot!

"We could create a persona of a master strategist..."

Lin Yunwei stroked his chin thoughtfully.

As long as people believe he is a fortune teller, they will definitely believe what he says.

"But... how can I convince people that I am indeed a master?"

He frowned, his face full of trouble.

After thinking it over, I created a new account first.

The name is Master Lin, and the portrait is a cartoon figure holding a banner that reads "Divine Calculation".

I found some divination-related videos online and uploaded them to my personal homepage.

Finally, click into Zhang Haijun's personal homepage and leave a comment under the most popular video.

"I know a little about divination and physiognomy. I see a murderous look on your face. You will surely suffer a bloody disaster soon."

"Stay away from motorcycles; it's the best way to save your life. Take care!"

Apart from Zhang Haijun.

He saw two more people on his feed.

One is a mukbang streamer with over two million followers.

Name: Zhu Zhiguang

[Probability of death: 91%]

[Cause of death: Long-term overeating had seriously damaged his health!]

Please intervene promptly to prevent accidents.

There's also a blogger who does high-altitude sports.

Name: Rao Xiaozhi

[Probability of death: 88%]

[Cause of death: Having repeatedly flirted with death, there is a high probability of dying next time.]

Please intervene promptly to prevent accidents.

The two of them were also added to Lin Yunwei's list of followers.

They also left eye-catching admonitory messages in the comment sections of highly popular videos.

"Your face looks ominous; you are destined for bloodshed soon. Avoid overeating and drinking to prolong your life!"

"Your face looks ominous; you're cursed by a jinx. Stay away from high-altitude activities—that's the best way to prolong your life!"

...

Huai City.

Nine o'clock the next morning.

A group of motorcycle enthusiasts met up on a winding mountain road outside the city.

"Hey everyone, welcome to my live stream, Feichi-ge's room."

"Today we have arrived at the winding road of the Hengduan Mountains."

Zhang Haijun is sitting on a motorcycle, interacting enthusiastically with netizens.

His companion was comfortably sprawled on the car body.

I just happened to see Lin Yunwei's comment.

"Brother Jun, have you read the comments in the comment section?"

"What message is it?"

"Here you are."

Show him my phone: "A master of physiognomy will keep you away from motorcycles."

"Damn it, isn't this cursing me?"

He took the phone.

The user's nickname is "Master Lin".

The comment I posted last night has already received over 10,000 likes and more than 2,000 replies.

"That's really despicable, cursing our Fei-ge in the comments section."

"What do you mean? You're taking away our Flying Speed ​​Bro's secure job. What are we supposed to watch if he doesn't ride motorcycles?"

"Dude, where did you buy those books on fortune telling? Are they really useful? Can you recommend a few?"

He chuckled and handed the phone back to the other person.

The man looked at him and said, "Brother Jun, delete his comment. It's such bad luck."

"Why did you delete it?"

Zhang Haijun smiled and said, "I'll keep it to attract traffic for myself."

"Didn't you notice that I had quite a lot of viewers in my live stream today?"

Click into the live stream.

The number of viewers exceeded 10,000.

There were more than two thousand more than before.

"Be careful, Feichi, safety first."

"It's better to believe it than not. Some fortune tellers are quite accurate, so be sure to be careful."

Zhang Haijun also interacted with netizens.

"Thank you for your concern. I will definitely be careful."

"We always wear protective gear when we ride our bikes."

"The helmet and clothing are all top-of-the-line, so there's definitely no chance of anything happening."

"I also want to offer some advice to everyone here."

"Feudal superstitions are not to be believed. It's already the 21st century, and we still have to believe in science."

After Lin Yunwei woke up in bed, he also received a live broadcast reminder from Zhang Haijun.

They immediately seized the opportunity and entered the live broadcast room.

In the live stream, Zhang Haijun is interacting enthusiastically with netizens.

The background is a winding mountain road.

Although it is a cement road, the road surface is extremely narrow.

The road becomes increasingly steep as you go up, and there are no safety barriers along the roadside.

Once it crashes, the motorcycle will roll down the hillside to the bottom.

The hillside is covered with jagged rocks, and there are protruding stones everywhere.

If an accident occurs, it will definitely happen.

"Is this the end for me?"

Lin Yunwei felt a sudden panic.

Then they started leaving messages to persuade him.

"Take my advice, streamer, go home right now. Don't drive in such a dangerous area; it's easy to have an accident."

"Your face has a very strong ominous aura, indicating a very serious risk of bloodshed."

The live stream chat became lively after Master Lin's ID appeared.

"Oh, the master has arrived."

"Don't pay attention to him, Feichi. He's just trying to ride your coattails."

"It looks like advice, but it's actually a curse. I have to say, it's really despicable."

Zhang Haijun naturally saw Lin Yunwei's message as well.

He gave a cold laugh.

"Brother, if you want to become famous, you still have to rely on your own real skills."

"You can't go far by piggybacking on other people's traffic."

"Your behavior is just annoying, isn't it?"

Lin Yunwei wanted to continue persuading him.

[Sorry, you have been banned from this live stream!]

He gave a helpless smile.

He had already anticipated this outcome.

With zero followers and only a few videos found online, how can you convince someone?

Only if a few genuine accidents occur will netizens truly believe him.

"I just don't know, if he dies, will I be punished in any way?"

A vague sense of unease crept into my heart.

I'm also silently praying for Fei Chi, hoping he can get through this ordeal.

"Brothers, it's time! Let's go!"

In the live broadcast footage.

Zhang Haijun put on his helmet.

hum!hum!

The throttle was turned, and the roar of the motorcycle filled the air.

"Same rules, brothers, whoever gets to the top of the mountain first wins!"

Raise your right hand and extend three fingers.

Then they were recycled one by one.

After turning into a fist, the three motorcycles next to it roared and charged out first.

"Hey guys in the live stream, it's the same old routine."

"If you catch up with one, start sending small gifts, okay?"

Having said that, he turned on the accelerator and sped away.

The wind howled, and the scenery on both sides rushed past, turning into blurry afterimages.

When cornering, the car body leans down, almost touching the ground.

The steel plates of the knee pads rubbed against the ground, sparking dazzling sparks.

The viewers in the live stream also got excited.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

"Brothers, I'm bursting with excitement!"

"Tell me loudly, who is the world's number one motorcycle king!"

"Flying Brother is too awesome!"

"Wow...that feels great!"

"Holy crap, that speed, that cornering, he's got real 'Flying Speed ​​Bro' skills! I'm getting goosebumps!"

In the live broadcast, Zhang Haijun gradually closed the distance between himself and the locomotive in front of him.

Just when it seemed like it was about to overtake, the next bend came rushing in again.

The car body is lowered to its lowest position.

When the motorcycle was at the apex of a bend and about to overtake the vehicle in front, the front of the motorcycle suddenly swerved.

Bang! ! !

The rider and the vehicle fell over and hurtled towards the roadside where there were no guardrails.

The live stream screen spun around, then a burst of ping-pong balls filled the air.

Finally, the live broadcast signal was completely lost.