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

When Xuanmingzi was escorted out of the abandoned funeral home, it was still dark.

Xu Yao, wrapped in a police blanket, sat in the ambulance, still trembling.

The red string on her wrist had been cut.

But the marks are still there.

Circle after circle, deep purple.

That ghost marriage almost dragged her into the realm of the dead.

Lin Wanqing stood at the entrance of the funeral home.

"The site has been cordoned off."

"All the yellow paper, marriage certificates, red ropes, wedding money, urns, and the list of women's birth dates in the basement have been sealed up."

"Take Song Wenjie's urn back for comparison."

"Xuanmingzi was sent to the hospital and placed under guard."

"Keep an eye on them 24 hours a day until they wake up."

"The Song family's old residence remains under control."

"Check all communication records related to Song Huai-ren, Song Qi-yuan, the legal team, and the housekeeper Zheng Fu."

She issued a series of orders, and the police officers on the scene immediately sprang into action.

Chen Bufan leaned against the wall and rested for a while.

Having just broken the Yin Marriage Formation and forcibly countered the incomplete technique of the "Life Talisman Scripture," his life force has been severely depleted.

Seeing that Lin Wanqing had made the arrangements, he prepared to get up.

Lin Wanqing glanced at him.

"Can you still hold on?"

Chen Bufan said:

"Xuan Qingzi cannot run away."

Lin Wanqing nodded.

"I have already sent a special task force to take him into custody."

Chen Bufan shook his head.

"The normal arrest procedure might take a step longer."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"Do you think he already knows?"

"The moment Xuanmingzi activates his silence spell, Xuanqingzi will know."

Chen Bufan looked into the depths of the night.

"He's either destroying evidence now."

"Either they're running away again."

Lin Wanqing didn't hesitate and picked up her phone immediately.

"Special task force, the capture of Xuan Qingzi is now a priority."

"Simultaneously blockade Xuanqing Cultural Consulting Company, Xuanqingzi's residence, hospital wards, studio, airport, high-speed rail station, and highway exit."

"The cybersecurity team is monitoring his account and team communications."

"The Economic Crime Investigation Team has frozen the related accounts."

"Be quick."

A response came from the other end of the phone.

Lin Wanqing hung up the phone.

"The police will arrest him."

Chen Bufan took out his phone.

Lin Wanqing looked at him.

"What are you going to do?"

"Start broadcasting."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"Now?"

"Now."

Chen Bufan's voice was soft, but firm.

"Xuan Qingzi doesn't care about life the most."

"It is a name."

"I tore his name off."

"He couldn't hide it anymore."

4:20 a.m.

Chen Bufan's show has started airing.

The number of viewers skyrocketed as soon as the live stream turned on.

The case of the bride in red has caused a stir online.

Xu Yao has disappeared during her live stream.

The Song family's live stream went wrong.

Meng Yun's old case takes a turn.

Abandoned funeral home rescues people.

A special task force was established.

These entries were like a series of thunderclaps, keeping the entire platform awake at night.

As soon as Chen Bufan started his live stream, the screen was instantly flooded with comments.

[Master! Has Xu Yao been saved?]

How is the Song family doing?

Who is Xuanmingzi?

Have they caught the one with the red face mask?

Was the case of the bride in red a case orchestrated by the Song family to secure her life?

Where is Xuan Qingzi? Is he involved in this?

Chen Bufan sat in front of the camera.

There was no background music playing.

There was no emotional buildup whatsoever.

He only said one sentence.

"Xuan Qingzi, come out."

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

[Holy crap, they're calling out names!]

[Xuan Qingzi? That one from the Qin family?]

[It's him again?]

Wasn't he hospitalized after vomiting blood?

Is the master about to tear Xuan Qingzi apart?

Is the case of the bride in red related to Xuan Qingzi?

Chen Bufan stared at the camera.

"Xuanqing Cultural Consulting Company is suspected of being involved in the chain of buying and selling ghost marriages of brides in red dresses."

"Screening women's birth charts through affiliated companies."

"Connecting with high-end buyers."

"Charging exorbitant consultation fees."

"Arrange for a sorcerer to perform a ghost marriage between a living person and a ghost."

"Meng Yun, Su Man, and Xu Yao are all victims in this chain."

The barrage of comments exploded so fast that it was impossible to see anything.

Holy crap!

[A supply chain for buying and selling "living people" in ghost marriages!]

Did Xuan Qingzi really participate?

[The Qin family's Seven Killings Formation is actually Xuan Qingzi, and now there's a ghost marriage case?]

This isn't a master, this is a human trafficker!

But soon, Xuan Qingzi's fans also rushed in.

[This is a rumor!]

[Master Xuanqing has always done public welfare feng shui, how could he possibly harm people?]

[Will Chen Bufan ever stop trying to ride the coattails of others' popularity?]

Do you have any evidence? Don't make baseless accusations without evidence!

Master Xuanqing has been hospitalized for a long time. What does the case of the bride in red have to do with him?

Chen Bufan just wants to step on his seniors to climb to the top!

[Support Master Xuanqing in filing a lawsuit!]

Chen Bufan looked at the comments without any change in his expression.

"The police will investigate the evidence."

"I'm bringing this up now only to remind three types of people."

He raised the first finger.

"First, those who have previously consulted Xuanqing Cultural Consulting Company for ghost marriages, continuing incense offerings, life-extending services, changing fortunes, and averting disasters."

"It's not too late to turn yourself in now."

The second finger.

"Second, people who have received red wedding dresses, red invitations, red ropes, or marriage certificates from unknown sources."

"Call the police immediately."

The third finger.

"Third, someone in the family died under mysterious circumstances. Before their death, they had been in contact with Xuan Qingzi, Xuan Qing Cultural Consulting, and Mingde Etiquette and Culture Service Company."

"Hand over what you have to the police."

"Don't be afraid."

"This time, someone is investigating."

The live stream went silent for a brief moment.

The next second, the official account entered the live stream room.

Haicheng City Public Security Bureau issued a brief statement:

Police have launched an investigation into Xuanqing Cultural Consulting Company and its affiliated enterprises in accordance with the law. Regarding the online rumors about the "Red-Clad Bride" case, please do not believe or spread rumors. If you have any leads, please provide them to the police immediately.

The moment the announcement was made, the winds shifted instantly.

[Police have issued a statement!]

[They've really investigated Xuanqing Culture!]

[Fans, keep defending us? Keep defending us!]

[Even the authorities have gotten involved!]

[Xuan Qingzi can't escape this time.]

Xuan Qingzi's fans started to panic.

But some people still stubbornly insist on their claims.

An investigation does not equate to guilt!

Don't spread rumors!

Master Xuanqing, the truth will always prevail!

Chen Bufan should wait and apologize!

Soon, the first victim's family member stepped forward.

A screenshot of a long post from an account.

[I am Meng Yun's cousin. Meng Yun died two weeks ago in an abandoned guesthouse in Yunjiang. The police initially reported it as an unusual death. Before she died, she told me that she had received a red cheongsam and that she had discovered the truth behind her sister Meng Yu's death. We never believed it was an accident. Today, after seeing the live stream, I realized she wasn't alone. I urge the police to thoroughly investigate the Song family and Xuanqing Culture.]

Article .

[I was Su Man's colleague. Before she died, Su Man took on a very strange makeup and styling order for a traditional Chinese wedding. The client asked her for her birth date, saying it was to avoid any clashes. She even complained about it to us at the time. Then the accident happened to her.]

Article 3.

Last year, I had a "continuation of incense offerings" ritual performed by Xuanqing Culture. They even asked for the birth dates and times of female relatives in my family. Thinking about it now sends chills down my spine.

Article 4.

My sister received a red wedding invitation last year, and afterwards she became mentally unstable and almost committed suicide. We thought she was depressed at the time, but now we suspect it's also related to this chain of events.

More and more people are starting to speak out.

There are family members.

There are former employees.

There are customers.

There are girls whose birth charts have been analyzed.

There are customer service staff who previously worked part-time at Xuanqing Culture.

The number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed.

Three million.

five million.

Seven million.

Chen Bufan sat in front of the screen, without showing any signs of victory.

This is not traffic.

It's fate.

These are lives that were previously suppressed as superstition, accidents, depression, suicide, or abnormal deaths.

On the other side...

Haicheng First Hospital.

In a VIP ward.

Xuan Qingzi sat on the hospital bed, his face growing increasingly pale.

On the television screen, Chen Bufan's live broadcast was playing.

On the bedside table, messages kept popping up on my phone.

Master, the police are here!

The company is under investigation!

The account appears to be frozen.

The studio's live stream has been banned.

[A victim's family member has spoken out.]

Master, what should we do?

Xuan Qingzi slammed her phone against the wall.

Snapped!

The screen is cracked.

His chest heaved violently.

Already injured by the backlash from the Qin family's Seven Fiends Formation, his face turned even paler.

"That useless Xuanmingzi!"

He gritted his teeth.

"They can't even hold a proper ghost marriage!"

At the door of the ward, the two apprentices were too frightened to speak.

One of the smaller channels:

"Master, the police are downstairs at the hospital."

"let's go."

Xuan Qingzi suddenly looked up.

"Is the car ready?"

"Ready."

"The underground parking garage at the back entrance."

"What's the route?"

"Take the Chengnan Expressway exit, exit Haicheng first, and then go to the pier."

Xuan Qingzi put on her coat, but her fingers were trembling.

He wasn't afraid of going to jail.

He feared being silenced by the "Fate-Changing Gate".

Xuanmingzi was arrested.

The chain of secret marriages has been exposed.

The Song family is under investigation.

Xuanqing Cultural Consulting has been shut down.

These are not the most terrifying things.

What's most terrifying is that he was involved in the things he did for changing one's fate.

Once the police and Chen Bufan investigate further, the Changing Fate Sect will definitely eliminate him as a pawn.

Xuan Qingzi picked up another spare phone.

Dial a number.

The note only has three words.

Mr. Lu.

The phone rang for a long time.

No one answered.

Xuan Qingzi's expression grew increasingly grim.

He dialed it again.

Still no one answered.

The third time.

The call was finally connected.

But there was no sound from the other end.

Xuan Qingzi lowered his voice, almost pleading.

"Mr. Lu."

"I'm in trouble."

"Chen Bufan has discovered Xuanqing Culture."

"Xuanmingzi has been arrested."

"The Song family can't be suppressed either."

"Please, save me just this once."

There was still silence on the other end of the phone.

Xuan Qingzi's forehead was covered in sweat.

"Mr. Lu."

"I've done so much for changing one's fate."

"The Qin family's Seven Killings Formation, the Song family's Ghost Marriage Formation, and those previous Fortune-Nourishing Formations..."

"I also have what you want."

"I can hand it over."

"Just let me go."

Finally, a gentle laugh came from the other end of the phone.

It's very light.

But this sent a chill down Xuan Qingzi's spine.

Lu Changsheng's voice rang out:

"Xuan Qingzi".

"Do you know what the worst thing a scapegoat should do?"

Xuan Qingzi's face turned pale.

"Mr. Lu..."

Lu Changsheng said:

"I shouldn't have reminded the chess player that I was still alive."

The phone hangs up.

Xuan Qingzi stood frozen in place.

The phone slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

He felt as if he had been doused with ice water.

Lu Changsheng refused to save him.

Not only did they not save him, they also failed to provide assistance.

They made it very clear.

He was already a discarded pawn.

"Walk!"

Xuan Qingzi suddenly turned around.

"Let's go now!"

His two apprentices quickly helped him walk towards the back door of the ward.

The hospital corridor was quiet.

It's too quiet.

Normally, night shift nurses would walk around.

There should also be machine sounds, footsteps, and whispers in the ward area.

But now, all that remains is Xuan Qingzi's rapid breathing.

They went downstairs through the emergency exit.

They avoided the police at the main entrance all the way.

We arrived at the underground parking garage.

The garage lights are flashing.

In the distance, a black minivan was parked there.

The driver was already waiting.

Xuan Qingzi walked over quickly.

He glanced back to make sure no one was chasing him before he breathed a sigh of relief.

His apprentice opened the car door for him.

"Master, get in the car quickly."

Xuan Qingzi bent down to get into the car.

But as soon as he sat down, he froze.

There was already someone sitting in the back seat.

The man was wearing a black trench coat.

He was wearing a black hat.

The brim of the hat was pulled very low.

I can't see the face clearly.

Only a section of his pale chin was visible.

The lights were off in the carriage.

The man sat in the darkness, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Xuan Qingzi's blood turned cold in an instant.

His voice trembled:

"Who are you?"

The man in the black hat slowly raised his head.

Beneath the brim of the hat, a pair of emotionless eyes peeked out.

He said softly:

"The one who came to send you on your way."