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

Shen Qingyue did not move.

She knelt by the bed, clutching her phone tightly in her hand, her knuckles frighteningly white.

The shadow under the bed was right in front of her.

It was pitch black.

It looked like something was peering at her from inside.

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

—Those are not items for the wedding room.

—That's your death warrant.

Shen Qingyue's lips trembled.

"Mr. Chen..."

"I dare not."

The live stream chat is going crazy with comments.

Go for it!

[Could it really be true?]

I have a strong feeling that it exists!

Stop rushing her, she's almost crying.

【Qingyue, don't be afraid, more than two million people are with you.】

What's the use of over two million people? If something really happens, who can rush in to save her?

[Didn't the master say not to touch it with your hands? Find something to use to pick it out!]

Turn on the lights! Turn on the lights first!

As if reminded by the comments, Shen Qingyue suddenly looked up and reached for the bedside lamp.

I pressed my finger twice.

It's not lit.

Her face turned even paler.

"The light...the light won't turn on."

The live chat exploded instantly.

Holy crap!

Don't scare me!

Wasn't it just lit up a moment ago?

[Is the hotel experiencing a power outage?]

That's impossible; the bedside lamp is still on.

【Qingyue, don't stay still, run!】

Chen Bufan's voice turned serious.

"Don't run away."

Shen Qingyue looked up at the screen.

"But the light won't turn on..."

Chen Bufan glanced at the curtains behind her.

"It's not that the light is broken."

"It's something under the bed; I didn't want you to see it."

Shen Qingyue's tears fell instantly.

She really can't hold on much longer.

She just wanted to connect with the live stream to expose a fake.

I just wanted to make an anti-superstition program.

How did it turn out like this?

A body from three years ago.

The fiancé without a reflection.

The deadly bag under the bed.

There are also people hiding outside the door, whose whereabouts are unknown.

Her voice was broken and incoherent.

"Mr. Chen, I'm begging you."

"What should I do now?"

Chen Bufan looked at her.

"Stand up."

Shen Qingyue was taken aback.

"Go to the door."

"Turn on the bedroom light."

Shen Qingyue gritted her teeth and got up from the ground.

Her legs were so weak that she had to lean on the bedside table for support as soon as she stood up.

The phone camera shook, and the live chat was filled with gasps of surprise.

【Stay calm! Stay calm!】

【Be careful, Qingyue!】

She really doesn't seem to be acting now.

Which top celebrity would risk their life to act in a script?

The headlights are by the door, right? Don't open the door!

Shen Qingyue moved step by step toward the door.

With each step she took, she couldn't help but glance at the door.

It was quiet outside.

It was unusually quiet.

The hotel corridor shouldn't be this quiet.

There were no footsteps.

There was no sound of speaking.

You can't even hear the air conditioner running.

She walked to the door and reached for the light switch.

Just as his fingertips touched the switch, Chen Bufan suddenly spoke:

"Wait a moment."

Shen Qingyue froze.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't stick it on the door."

Shen Qingyue subconsciously took half a step back.

Chen Bufan stared at the crack in the door.

"There's someone outside."

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments.

【Aaaaaaah!】

Is someone outside the door?

[Gu Yanchuan?]

【Qingyue, don't open the door! Absolutely do not open it!】

Where is the person who called the police?

Where is the hotel security?

I'm really scared.

Shen Qingyue covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

She dared not speak.

I could only stretch out my arm and, from a distance, turn on the bedroom light.

Snapped.

The lights came on.

A blinding white light instantly filled the entire room.

Shen Qingyue squinted slightly from the glare.

When she looked down at the bottom of the bed again, she froze.

There really is something under the bed.

red.

A small clump.

It was tucked away at the very back of the foot of the bed.

It looks like a small red cloth bag.

The live stream chat paused for a moment.

Then it exploded.

Yes, it is!

Holy crap, there really is a red cloth bag!

Master Chen was right again!

How am I supposed to wash this?

[Those who rely solely on scripts, come out and get your comeuppance!]

【Don't touch Qingyue! The master said not to touch it with your hands!】

[Find a clothes hanger! Use a clothes hanger to hook it out!]

Shen Qingyue looked at the red cloth bag and trembled all over.

She was certain that she had never seen this thing before.

She only had her assistant put the wedding supplies that Gu Yanchuan sent in a box under the bed.

But the red cloth bag wasn't in the box.

It lay there all alone in the deepest part.

The color was a dark red.

It looks like it's been soaked in blood.

Shen Qingyue's voice trembled.

"Mr. Chen."

"It really exists..."

Chen Bufan was not surprised.

"Don't use your hands."

"Find something to take out."

Shen Qingyue immediately looked around.

Finally, she took a disposable clothes hanger from next to the wardrobe.

The plastic hanger was so soft that it trembled so much in her hand that she could barely catch anything.

She knelt by the bed and slowly slipped the clothes hanger under the bed.

The moment the clothes hanger touched the red cloth bag, Shen Qingyue flinched.

"It...it's so cold."

Chen Bufan said, "Hook it out."

Shen Qingyue gritted her teeth, hooked the rope knot on the red cloth bundle with a clothes hanger, and dragged it out little by little.

The red cloth bag rubbed against the floor, making a soft rustling sound.

It sounded particularly jarring in the quiet bedroom.

sand.

sand.

sand.

With over two million viewers in the live stream, surprisingly no one was sending jokes anymore.

There were even fewer comments on the screen.

Everyone was staring at the screen.

Time seemed to hold its breath.

Finally, the red cloth bag was dragged into the light.

That thing isn't big.

The size of a palm.

It was wrapped in red cloth and bound with black rope seven times.

The knot is strange.

This is not an ordinary knot.

Like a miniature net, tightly constricting what's inside.

There were also a few dark dots faintly visible on the red cloth.

Like dried blood.

Shen Qingyue's face was completely bloodless.

"What is this?"

Chen Bufan said coldly:

"The 'marriage-urging curse'."

Shen Qingyue didn't understand.

I didn't understand the comments either.

[A marriage-urging curse?]

[Just from the name, it doesn't sound like a good thing.]

So, the reason she keeps having dreams about people urging her to get married is because of this?

Oh my god, my hair stood on end.

What exactly is Gu Yanchuan trying to do?

Shen Qingyue looked up at the camera.

"Can I open it?"

Chen Bufan remained silent for a second.

"able."

"But remember."

"You can only use a clothes hanger to pick them out."

"Do not touch anything inside with your hands."

Shen Qingyue nodded.

She leaned her phone against the water glass next to her, with the camera pointing directly at the red cloth bag on the ground.

Then she held the clothes hanger and slowly picked at the black knot.

a bit.

It's not open.

Two times.

It's still not open.

She was so anxious that sweat beaded on her forehead.

"Mr. Chen, I can't open it..."

Chen Bufan looked at the knot.

"It's not about picking them out."

"Go through from under the third loop."

Shen Qingyue did as instructed.

The hanger head goes under the third loop of black rope and is gently lifted.

Snapped.

The knot loosened on its own.

Shen Qingyue shrank back in fright.

A corner of the red cloth bag had come undone.

A wisp of black hair peeked out from inside.

Shen Qingyue's face turned completely bloodless in an instant.

She recognized him.

That was her hair.

Not just one or two.

It's a small group.

It was tied with red thread, and the end was knotted.

She covered her mouth, her voice trembling.

"mine……"

"This is my hair..."

The barrage of comments exploded instantly.

[Hair!]

Holy crap, is that really her hair?!

[Who else could have done this if not Gu Yanchuan?]

What is her fiancé doing with her hair?

[This is chilling to think about.]

【Don't touch it! Absolutely do not touch it!】

Shen Qingyue's tears fell onto the floor with a patter.

She continued to lift the red cloth using a clothes hanger.

The second thing was revealed.

A small, folded piece of yellow paper.

Her name was written on the paper.

Shen Qingyue.

There was also a string of birth dates and times next to it.

Year, month, day, hour.

Not one was missing.

She completely broke down.

"How did he know my birth date and time...?"

"I didn't tell him the exact time."

"I only told him my birthday."

Chen Bufan's voice remained emotionless.

"Someone has investigated you."

"And the investigation was very thorough."

The screen was flooded with comments.

This isn't just a relationship issue; it's a crime!

There must be someone behind Gu Yanchuan!

The fact that their birth time can be found indicates they are not ordinary people.

[Qingyue, call the police immediately and preserve evidence!]

[Have you already called the police? Why haven't they arrived yet?]

Shen Qingyue's hands were trembling violently, but she still continued to pick them down.

The red cloth was fully unfurled.

The third thing was a photograph.

The photo shows her and Gu Yanchuan together.

It was the one on the bedside table.

But this photo is different.

In the photo, her face is circled in red.

Gu Yanchuan's face was covered up with black ink.

Between the two, a word was written in cinnabar.

marriage.

The character was crooked and twisted.

It looks like it was written in blood.

Shen Qingyue felt a churning in her stomach and almost vomited.

"He's gone mad..."

"What exactly is he trying to do...?"

Chen Bufan stared at the photo.

"He didn't do it alone."

Shen Qingyue looked up.

"What do you mean?"

"This bag was made by someone who knows what they're doing."

Chen Bufan's gaze darkened.

"Gu Yanchuan has someone behind him."

The live chat exploded again.

Is someone behind this?

[The master just mentioned borrowing the lives of the dead, and now there's this marriage-urging curse—isn't this some kind of organization?]

I have a feeling this isn't just a simple relationship dispute.

[A murder case, a life taken for another, pressure to marry—the investigation only deepens.]

Qingyue is really being targeted this time.

Shen Qingyue dared not think about it anymore.

She just wanted to know what else was inside.

She gently moved it with the clothes hanger.

The fourth thing rolled out.

It is a copper coin.

The copper coins were badly rusted.

The surface is black, with bluish-green rust marks on the edges.

Just as I rolled out, the lights in the entire bedroom suddenly flickered.

Snapped.

Snapped.

The lights flickered on and off twice.

Shen Qingyue screamed in fright and almost knocked her phone over.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

The light is flashing!

I saw it!

Something's not right with this copper coin, is it?

Don't touch it!

【Qingyue, step back!】

Chen Bufan stared at the copper coin.

"Underworld money".

What is "ghost money"?

Chen Bufan didn't explain much.

"A copper coin that was pressed under the mouth of a dead person."

Shen Qingyue felt a churning in her stomach.

She suddenly covered her mouth, tears and fear welling up together.

"He put this kind of thing under my bed?"

Why?

Chen Bufan said:

"To suppress your anger."

"To urge you to fulfill your marriage dream."

"Once you agree to marry him, your life will be tied to his."

The comments section exploded like a hotpot.

This isn't love, it's murder!

This is disgusting!

I got goosebumps all over.

Gu Yanchuan must be arrested!

[But didn't the master say he was someone who borrowed lives? Whose lives?]

Shen Qingyue's hands trembled so much that she could barely hold the clothes hanger.

But there was one last thing in the red cloth bag.

That thing is very small.

black.

A curved section.

Like bones.

It doesn't resemble human bones.

It lay in the very center of the red cloth, wrapped with a circle of red thread.

There was a bit of blackened stuff stuck to the end of the thread.

Shen Qingyue subconsciously reached out to take it.

Chen Bufan suddenly spoke:

"Don't touch it!"

The sound was like a knife slashing down.

Shen Qingyue was so frightened that her hand froze in mid-air.

The live stream chat was also taken aback.

Don't touch it!

[Even the master's voice has changed!]

There's something wrong with that bone!

【Qingyue, take your hand away!】

Shen Qingyue quickly withdrew her hand.

She stared at the screen, her face deathly pale.

"What is this?"

Chen Bufan did not answer immediately.

He stared at the piece of black bone.

It's not the calm it used to be.

It was a coldness tinged with murderous intent.

He spoke slowly:

"The thing under your bed isn't your average marriage-urging curse."

Shen Qingyue's throat tightened.

"What is that?"

Chen Bufan said, word by word:

"This is a life-borrowing scheme."

"Someone used the death of the real Gu Yanchuan to raise the Gu Yanchuan we know today."

"Then use your life, a living person's life, to prolong his life."

Shen Qingyue's mind went blank.

He completely lost his balance and collapsed.

"With...with my life..."

"To extend his life?"

Chen Bufan said:

"He doesn't want to marry you."

"He wants to use the marriage to save your life."

The live stream chat almost completely obscured the screen.

Holy crap!

This isn't just horror, this is malice!

So, her wedding day was also the day she died?

No wonder when she asked when she would get married, the master said she wouldn't be able to.

It's not that we can't get married, it's that if we do, we'll die!

[Gu Yanchuan is a beast!]

Shen Qingyue cried so hard she couldn't make a sound.

She looked at the piece of black bone and asked in a trembling voice:

"And what about this bone?"

"Is it... really Gu Yanchuan's?"

Chen Bufan shook his head.

"no."

Shen Qingyue was stunned.

"Not human bones?"

Chen Bufan's voice lowered.

"no."

"What is that?"

Chen Bufan looked at the screen and slowly uttered a sentence.

"It's a black dog's spine."

"Used to suppress the souls of the living."

Shen Qingyue felt a chill run through her body.

She didn't understand what those words meant.

But she understood one word.

town.

Someone wanted to control her.

Someone wants to make sure she can't escape.

The comments section was flooded with messages.

[Black dog spine?]

This is too eerie.

Who taught Gu Yanchuan this?

This is definitely not something an ordinary person could have done.

Master, how do I break this?

[The police are coming soon!]

Chen Bufan stared at Shen Qingyue.

"Now, put the red cloth back on."

"Don't touch the bones, don't touch the coins."

"Pick up your phone."

Shen Qingyue immediately did as instructed.

She shakily covered the red cloth back with a clothes hanger, then picked up her phone.

"Mr. Chen, what should I do now?"

Chen Bufan said:

"Has the person who called the police arrived yet?"

Shen Qingyue shook her head, crying.

"not yet."

"The assistant said they've already contacted hotel security."

"But I can't get in touch with her."

She had just finished speaking when a message popped up on her phone.

It was sent by my assistant, Xiao Zhou.

Only one sentence.

[Qingyue, don't come out. The person outside isn't me.]

Shen Qingyue's breath caught in her throat when she saw those words.

The viewers in the live stream also saw it.

The comments section went completely wild.

What does that mean?!

The person outside isn't me?

Is Xiao Zhou out there? Or is someone impersonating Xiao Zhou?

[Oh no, there really is someone outside!]

[Qingyue locked the door from the inside!]

[Don't make a sound!]

Shen Qingyue suddenly looked toward the bedroom door.

It was very dark under the door.

Just then, a shadow slowly slipped through the crack in the door.

It looked like someone was standing outside the door.

stopped.

Shen Qingyue covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

Chen Bufan whispered:

"Don't speak."

The entire live stream seemed to be weighed down by those three words.

More than two million people stared at that door through their screens.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

thump.

thump.

thump.

Exactly the same as the first time.

Not too light, not too heavy.

It's very regular.

Shen Qingyue trembled with fright.

The next second, Gu Yanchuan's gentle voice came from outside the door.

"Qingyue."

"What are you doing in there?"