A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

The color drained from Shen Qingyue's face instantly.

"Qingyue."

"it's me."

"I've come to take you home."

The voice was gentle, familiar, and even carried a hint of a smile.

But Shen Qingyue's fingers froze in mid-air.

She didn't open the door immediately.

Her assistant, Xiao Zhou, stood behind her, her face also turning pale.

"Sister Qingyue..."

Xiao Zhou lowered his voice.

"Is...is it really Mr. Gu?"

The chat in the live stream room has gone completely crazy.

[Here he comes! My fiancé is really here!]

[Hahaha, the streamer's performance was a disaster!]

Her fiancé is right outside the door, and you're saying she died three years ago?

[Hilarious! The biggest blunder of the year.]

[Qingyue, open the door quickly! Let this swindler see what a living person looks like!]

Why is the streamer suddenly silent? Weren't you just putting on a show?

Master Chen, does your face hurt?

[It's still not too late for the streamer to kneel down and apologize.]

Shen Qingyue stared intently at the door.

She should have breathed a sigh of relief.

But for some reason, a chill crept up her back.

Chen Bufan's words were still echoing in her ears.

—Don't open the door now.

—That thing outside the door isn't human.

Shen Qingyue bit her lip, forcing herself to calm down.

impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

Gu Yanchuan is clearly alive.

They had dinner together just last week.

They were photographed together by paparazzi just a few days ago.

She even remembers the temperature of his palm.

How could a living person have died three years ago?

There were two more knocks outside the door.

thump.

thump.

"Qingyue?"

Gu Yanchuan lowered his voice.

"Why aren't you opening the door?"

Chen Bufan remained silent in the live stream.

He sat in front of the camera, his gaze fixed on the door behind Shen Qingyue.

His eyes were deep and somber.

Shen Qingyue looked at the screen.

"Chen Bufan".

Her voice was a little hoarse.

"You saw it."

"My fiancé is outside."

Chen Bufan said calmly, "I heard you."

"Then why did you say he was dead?"

Shen Qingyue seemed to have grasped the last bit of her courage, and raised her voice.

"What else do you have to say now?"

The comments section immediately responded.

Yes! Say it!

I'm truly impressed by how stubborn this streamer is.

[I bet they'll start talking about possession and resurrection soon.]

[Hahaha, this is a classic trick used by charlatans who sell superstitions.]

[Don't worry, Qingyue, we've recorded the whole thing.]

Sue him! We must sue him!

Chen Bufan looked up at her.

"You want to open the door?"

Shen Qingyue's chest heaved slightly.

He is my fiancé.

Chen Bufan nodded.

"Then you drive."

"But once you open the door, no matter what you see, don't look away from the camera."

Shen Qingyue's palm tightened.

These words, like a needle, made her heart skip a beat.

But the comments section was still filled with sarcastic remarks.

[Don't leave the camera's view? Afraid others will realize you can't keep up the act?]

The streamer has already started to save face.

[Open the door! Open the door!]

Let the scammers give up completely!

[Mr. Gu, come in and expose this fraud!]

Shen Qingyue took a deep breath and walked to the door.

She gripped the doorknob.

The metal handle was frighteningly cold.

She froze for a moment.

The dressing room was clearly heated, but the doorknob felt like it had just been pulled out of ice water.

"Qingyue?"

The person outside the door called out again.

This time, the voices were very close.

It's like lips are pressed against the crack in the door.

Shen Qingyue felt a chill run down her spine and abruptly pulled the door open.

A man was standing outside the door.

Wearing a black suit and white shirt, he had a tall and straight figure.

He has gentle features and a clean-cut demeanor.

It was her fiancé.

Gu Yanchuan.

He was holding a bouquet of white roses in his hand, and when the door opened, a helpless smile appeared on his face.

"Why did it take so long to open the door?"

"Is it too tiring to do live streams?"

Shen Qingyue stared at his face.

Heart beating wildly.

It's him.

It's really him.

The living, breathing Gu Yanchuan.

Gu Yanchuan raised his hand and gently touched her forehead.

"Why do you look so pale?"

"Didn't you eat properly again?"

The instant his fingers touched Shen Qingyue's skin.

Shen Qingyue trembled violently.

cold.

It's cold.

It's not a normal person's temperature.

Like a piece of jade placed in a freezer.

Gu Yanchuan seemed oblivious to her odd behavior and turned his head to look at the camera.

He smiled gently.

Good evening, everyone.

"I am Qingyue's fiancé, Gu Yanchuan."

"My assistant just told me that a news anchor said I died three years ago?"

He smiled slightly as he said this.

"Excuse me."

"I've let everyone down."

"I'm alive."

The barrage of comments exploded instantly.

【Ahhh, Mr. Gu is so handsome!】

[That aura is absolutely stunning!]

[Hahahaha, the streamer's face got slapped so hard it's swollen.]

[The person in question has been identified!]

Master Chen, come out and take your beating!

[I just have one question: Do dead people say hello?]

[Hilarious! Is the streamer planning to end the broadcast and run away now?]

[Qingyue, quickly have your lawyer take screenshots and collect evidence!]

When Shen Qingyue saw Gu Yanchuan appear, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The fear I felt just now seemed to have finally found an outlet.

She turned to look at the screen, her eyes slightly red, her voice filled with barely suppressed anger.

"Chen Bufan".

"Do you see it clearly now?"

"He's standing right here."

"He breathes, he can talk, he can walk."

"You told the entire internet that he died three years ago."

"What exactly are you up to?"

Gu Yanchuan stood beside her, his hand gently resting on her shoulder.

Their posture was very intimate.

It's also very natural.

For some reason, the shoulder that Shen Qingyue touched felt cold.

Chen Bufan did not look at Gu Yanchuan.

He was looking at the hand that Gu Yanchuan had placed on Shen Qingyue's shoulder.

Long and slender fingers.

Clean.

But there was a faint bluish-gray tinge on his fingertips.

Like a dead person's hand.

Chen Bufan pushed the copper coins on the table forward.

The coin slid half an inch across the table and then stopped.

He spoke, his voice flat.

"Shen Qingyue."

"If you want to know whether I'm lying or not, it's very simple."

Shen Qingyue looked at him coldly.

"What else are you planning to make up?"

Chen Bufan said:

"Let him look in the mirror."

The live stream chat suddenly stopped.

Then, they started swiping even more aggressively.

【? ? ? 】

What does it mean to look in a mirror?

[They've started playing tricks.]

Is the next line "The ghost has no shadow"?

Please, can you come up with something new?

That's so old-fashioned, even my grandma wouldn't believe it.

But... I kind of want to watch it.

Gu Yanchuan's smile froze slightly.

It was so fast that almost no one noticed.

But Chen Bufan saw it.

Shen Qingyue saw it too.

Her heart suddenly sank.

Gu Yanchuan looked down at her, his tone still gentle.

"Qingyue."

"Don't play along with his boring tricks."

"You must be exhausted from filming today."

"Shall we go home?"

As he spoke, he gently pressed Shen Qingyue's shoulder with his palm.

Shen Qingyue felt a chill run down her spine.

She instinctively moved to the side.

Gu Yanchuan's hand froze in mid-air.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff.

The viewers in the live stream also noticed something was wrong.

Wait, was Mr. Gu reluctant to have his picture taken?

[No normal person would willingly play along with a con artist.]

Taking a picture won't cost you anything.

[Yeah, if the streamer is lying, wouldn't taking pictures of him make him look even more ridiculous?]

【Let him shine the light on Qingyue!】

Look in the mirror! Look in the mirror!

Shen Qingyue looked at Gu Yanchuan.

"Yanchuan."

Her voice was very soft.

"Just take a picture."

A shadow crossed Gu Yanchuan's eyes.

But soon, he smiled again.

"it is good."

"If you want to see it, then you can see it."

He turned to look at the camera, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"Since this Master Chen wants to see it, then I'll cooperate."

"And to prevent anyone from continuing to make a fuss about my relationship with Qingyue."

The screen was instantly flooded with comments.

Mr. Gu is magnanimous!

This is the true demeanor of a wealthy and noble young master.

[Photo! A resounding slap in the face to the streamer!]

Chen Bufan is preparing to leave the internet cafe.

Shen Qingyue held her phone and slowly turned around.

Her dressing room was small.

There is a full-length mirror against the wall, which is usually used to check the dress.

The mirror is very bright.

The lighting was also very good.

The phone camera shakiened a bit as Shen Qingyue walked over.

Gu Yanchuan followed beside her.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Chen Bufan suddenly spoke:

Hold your phone steady.

Shen Qingyue's breath hitched.

She did not answer.

They simply pointed the camera at that full-length mirror.

next second.

All the comments in the live stream were cut off as if by an invisible hand.

In the mirror.

Shen Qingyue stood there, her face pale, holding her phone in her hand.

The dressing table, chair, lamp stand, and white roses behind her were all clearly visible.

Even the image of the assistant, Xiao Zhou, trembling by the door was captured clearly.

but--

There was no one beside Shen Qingyue.

Gu Yanchuan was clearly standing to her right.

His shoulder was almost touching hers.

But in the mirror, there was nothing on her right side.

nobody.

There was no shadow.

There is no reflection.

Only a bunch of white roses, suspended in mid-air.

Beneath the roses, it seemed as if an invisible hand was holding them.

A deathly silence.

Shen Qingyue stared at the mirror, her pupils gradually dilating.

She slowly turned her head and looked at her side.

Gu Yanchuan was standing there.

He was looking in the mirror.

But the smile on his face was gone.

It took a full three seconds for the first comment to appear in the live stream.

【…】

Then comes the second one.

Article 3.

Immediately afterwards, the entire screen shattered completely.

Holy crap!!!

Where is the person?! Where is the person in the mirror?!

Did I just see things?

Gu Yanchuan has no reflection!

The white roses appear to float in the mirror!

[Oh my god, I've got goosebumps!]

[This isn't a script, is it? How the hell are we supposed to act this?]

[Props? Special effects? How to add special effects for live stream chat?]

I don't believe it! Get a different mirror!

【Run, Qingyue!】

Don't stand next to him!

[Master Chen, help! I shouldn't have insulted you just now!]

Shen Qingyue's fingers began to tremble.

The phone camera shook slightly.

Gu Yanchuan turned his head to look at her.

This time, his voice was no longer as gentle as before.

"Qingyue."

Are you afraid of me?

Shen Qingyue's lips turned pale.

"Yanchuan..."

She wanted to back away.

But Gu Yanchuan suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

His hands were cold.

Shen Qingyue was so cold that she almost cried out.

"Didn't you say you were going to marry me?"

Gu Yanchuan stared at her, his gaze gradually darkening.

"Why are you afraid of me?"

Shen Qingyue's tears welled up instantly.

"Let me go..."

Assistant Xiao Zhou screamed in fright:

"Mr. Gu! You're hurting Qingyue!"

Gu Yanchuan ignored her.

He just stared at Shen Qingyue.

That gentle and refined face appeared exceptionally pale under the lamplight.

Chen Bufan's voice came through the phone.

not tall.

But it was like a knife, directly cleaving through the chill in the dressing room.

"Gu Yanchuan".

"The dead should stay where the dead belong."

Gu Yanchuan slowly turned his head.

He looked at Chen Bufan on the screen.

His eyes had completely changed.

His previous gentleness, politeness, and demeanor had all vanished.

All that remained was cold and dampness.

"Master Chen."

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"You're being too nosy."

The chat in the live stream completely spiraled out of control.

Did he admit it?

[This tone is off!]

[Call the police immediately!]

Don't send gifts, call the police first!

【Master Chen, please save her!】

[Shen Qingyue, run!]

Is Gu Yanchuan a ghost?!

Chen Bufan said coldly:

"I don't care about dead people."

"But if you're bothering a living person, then you're under my jurisdiction."

Gu Yanchuan suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it sent chills down Shen Qingyue's spine.

"She promised me."

She said she would marry me.

Shen Qingyue shook her head violently.

"I don't……"

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

Gu Yanchuan gripped her hand even tighter.

"You forgot?"

"Then I'll help you remember."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand.

I didn't hit her.

Instead, he reached for the phone in Shen Qingyue's hand.

Chen Bufan immediately said in a deep voice:

"Shen Qingyue, don't let him touch his phone!"

Shen Qingyue instinctively wanted to dodge.

But Gu Yanchuan was even faster.

He grabbed the edge of the phone.

The camera shook violently.

The live stream screen spun around.

In the last second, all the viewers saw Gu Yanchuan's extremely gloomy face, almost pressed against the camera.

His eyes were so dark that not a glimmer of light could be seen.

"Chen Bufan".

"You can't stop this marriage."

Snapped.

The live stream screen went black instantly.