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

1:17 AM.

It's trending on social media.

It's not just a trending topic.

Five entries in total surged onto the list one after another, as if they had been set on fire.

#Top female celebrity's fiancé died three years ago#

#Fortune Teller Chen Bufan#

#No shadow in the mirror#

#Red cloth bag under the bed#

#Skeletons at an abandoned construction site#

The first two are followed by the red "爆" (explosion).

The third one is followed by "boil".

I didn't sleep for half a day on the internet.

Someone is digging into Shen Qingyue's schedule from three years ago.

Some people are digging into the date of Gu Yanchuan's first public appearance.

Some people disassembled the live stream recording frame by frame and studied the mirror repeatedly.

Some people even dug out a map of the abandoned construction site on Qingwan Road and compared it with the address written by Chen Bufan.

The more you dig, the more explosive it becomes.

Because every detail matches perfectly.

Chen Bufan's live stream room is still open.

But he was already drowned out by the barrage of comments on the screen.

[Master Chen! I was wrong! I called you a liar last night, I'll kowtow to you now!]

Master, do you still do fortune telling? I'm willing to wait in line!

My mother has been missing for twenty years. Could a master please take a look at her?

I just checked the police report, and there really are remains!

What I want to know right now is who's behind Zhou Jianping.

"Don't ask anymore. The master just finished saving someone; let him rest."

[What's there to rest for? Master, cast a divination! I'm sending rockets!]

On the screen, gift effects exploded wildly.

Carnival.

Rocket.

Galaxy.

One after another, almost without stopping.

Chen Bufan glanced at the backstage area.

The number of viewers in the live stream was 3.6 million.

The number of followers has increased from over four hundred to seven hundred and eighty thousand.

And it's still rising.

Each refresh adds several thousand more.

But Chen Bufan showed no excitement whatsoever.

He simply reached out and turned off the gift tip notification.

Then he looked up at the camera.

"Don't send gifts."

"I won't do any divination tonight."

The comments section immediately erupted in panic.

No, Master!

I just followed!

Master, I really have something urgent to attend to!

Please help me determine if my husband is cheating on me.

Master, my family has been having a run of bad luck lately. Could you please take a look at the feng shui?

Master, how much does a divination cost?

[Can I skip the queue if I participate in ten Carnival events?]

Chen Bufan said calmly:

"I said that."

"The price for divination is up to fate."

"Saving lives is a separate matter."

"But this isn't over yet."

The comments section was scrolling even faster.

[Is it not over yet?]

[Holy crap, here we go again!]

Wasn't Zhou Jianping already arrested?

Does the master mean there's someone else behind this?

Who set up that life-borrowing scheme?

[An ordinary person definitely couldn't do that!]

Master, do you know something?

Chen Bufan did not answer.

He turned off the live chat request.

The application list in the backend is overflowing.

Anchor.

Internet celebrity.

Marketing accounts.

Paranormal blogger.

Emotional blogger.

There are also several fake accounts belonging to celebrity studios that have verified credentials.

Everyone is applying to join the live stream.

Some titles read:

Master, I'd also like to have my fortune told.

Some are even more direct:

[Let's collaborate; you name the price.]

There was another private message that was even more outrageous.

"Mr. Chen, my boss wants to see you. One million, tonight."

Chen Bufan glanced at it and cleared it out immediately.

He doesn't lack that million.

I don't want to take this money either.

Some money is tainted by karma.

It's too hot to handle.

Just then, a platform notification popped up in the upper right corner of the live stream.

The system detected that the live stream content involved sensitive topics and is currently undergoing manual review.

Immediately afterwards, a yellow warning appeared in the lower right corner of the screen.

[Please be mindful of the livestream guidelines and avoid spreading information related to feudal superstition, horror, gore, or unverified information.]

The live chat exploded immediately.

[Do you dare to block this platform?]

If it weren't for Master Chen tonight, Shen Qingyue might be dead!

Don't shut it down!

This isn't feudal superstition; this is saving lives!

The police have already gone, and you still dare to say it's unverified?

Platforms should avoid making rash decisions, or they may face backlash.

Off-screen.

At the platform headquarters, the night shift review team was in complete chaos.

More than a dozen computers were simultaneously playing Chen Bufan's live stream replay.

A scene that appears to be frozen in Gu Yanchuan's mirror.

A scene showing a car parked with its red cloth bag opened.

A camera was parked in front of the police as they broke down the door.

The supervisor looked very unhappy.

"This account cannot be banned directly."

"The whole internet is watching now."

The auditor next to me whispered:

"But the content does involve metaphysics, life-saving techniques, red cloth bags, and what appears to be terrifying images."

The supervisor glared at him.

"I know."

"The problem is that the police have just issued a statement."

He slammed his phone on the table.

On the screen was a brief statement released by the Haicheng police in the early hours of the morning.

[Tonight, our bureau received a report from the public that human remains had been discovered at an abandoned construction site on Qingwan Road. The case is currently under further investigation. Additionally, a man at the Yun'an Hotel has been taken into custody by police on suspicion of identity theft and obstructing investigation. Further details will be released in subsequent police announcements.]

The report did not mention Chen Bufan.

There was no mention of fortune telling.

There was no mention of "no reflection in the mirror" or "borrowing fate."

But everyone who watched the live stream knows that.

The address of the abandoned construction site on Qingwan Road was written down by Chen Bufan.

The people from Yun'an Hotel were dragged to the police station by Shen Qingyue under Chen Bufan's direction via live stream.

The supervisor rubbed his temples.

"We'll limit the flow and observe first."

"Don't seal it off."

"Don't push it."

The auditor glanced at the data, his expression complex.

"director."

"It's too late to push it back."

"His organic traffic has exploded, and his search volume is number one on the platform."

The supervisor was silent for two seconds.

"Then display a safety warning."

"All blocking actions will be handled by our legal and public relations teams tomorrow morning."

He paused, then added:

"Also, don't offend him."

The auditor paused for a moment.

"what?"

The supervisor looked at Chen Bufan's calm face on the screen and lowered his voice.

"Didn't you see it?"

"He just said that this isn't over tonight."

In the live stream, Chen Bufan was unaware of what had happened to the platform's review team.

Or rather, he knows but doesn't care.

He simply lowered his head and carefully collected the yellow paper, cinnabar pen, and old copper coins on the table.

The comments section was still flooded with messages.

[Master, please don't end the broadcast!]

I'm even more afraid now that you're gone.

Is Shen Qingyue safe now?

[Is there any follow-up from the police?]

Who is behind Zhou Jianping?

[Master, are you a descendant of the Chen family? Someone found out your surname is Chen.]

What is the Chen family?

Don't pry into the privacy of these "masters"!

Chen Bufan paused, his fingers moving slightly.

The name "Chen Family" flew across the screen.

It was quickly overwhelmed by more comments.

But he still saw it.

He remained calm and looked up at the camera.

"I'll only say three things."

The chat in the live stream slowed down.

The master is about to speak!

【Don't refresh!】

Listen to what the master has to say!

Chen Bufan held up one finger.

"First, do not imitate any of the actions taken tonight in private."

"Whether it's a red cloth bag or ghost money, if someone who doesn't understand it touches it, they'll only get themselves into trouble."

He extended his second finger.

"Secondly, regarding Shen Qingyue's matter, the police report shall prevail."

"Don't go to the hotel to wait for her, don't disturb her."

"Saving lives is not about watching the spectacle."

The comments section was filled with "Received".

Chen Bufan paused for a moment, then extended his third finger.

"third."

"Starting tonight, I will only perform three divinations each day."

"Half price for good karma".

"The number of bad people has doubled."

He looked at the camera.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to drown out the noise on the screen.

"But remember this:

"One divination reveals one cause and effect."

"Once you ask, don't regret it."

After saying that, he ended the broadcast immediately.

The screen went black.

But the live stream didn't quiet down.

Millions of viewers remained on the black screen, continuing to scroll.

[Even after his livestream, the master is still so handsome.]

[This sense of oppression is truly overwhelming.]

I didn't believe it before, but now I do.

[Chen Bufan, the number one gossip on the entire internet.]

[Who understands? Just three hours ago I was calling him a liar.]

[I apologize, Master. I retract all my impolite remarks from last night.]

What time will the live stream start tomorrow? I'm waiting!

[This was originally supposed to be Shen Qingyue exposing a fraud, but it ended up saving her own life.]

[The real Gu Yanchuan is so pitiful; I hope the police investigate thoroughly.]

On the other side...

Shen Qingyue also posted a status update on Weibo at 2 a.m.

No retouched photos.

There was no team communication script.

It's just a very short sentence.

[This is Shen Qingyue. I will fully cooperate with the police investigation into what happened tonight. Thank you to the police, and thank you to everyone who helped me report the incident. Thank you also to Mr. Chen. If it weren't for him, I might not have had the chance to send this message personally.]

There was no expression following the last sentence.

There was no further explanation.

But less than three minutes after the Weibo post was published, it was forwarded over 100,000 times.

The comment section exploded.

[It's good that Qingyue is alright!]

[Hug Yueyue, you scared me to death!]

Who is Mr. Chen? It's Chen Bufan!

[Is this considered an official thank you message?]

[Shen Qingyue herself acknowledges her as her savior!]

Where are the people who previously accused Chen Bufan of spreading rumors? Come out and apologize!

I've already followed Master Chen.

The entire internet owes Chen Bufan an apology.

The trending topics have been refreshed again.

The new entry surged to number one.

#Shen Qingyue thanks Chen Bufan in a post#

The second entry followed immediately.

#TheNumberOneGossipOnTheEntireInternet#

Countless marketing accounts worked overnight to edit videos.

The headlines are getting more and more exaggerated.

[Top female celebrity joins live stream to debunk fake news, only to be saved by a small-time streamer!]

[A woman impersonates a wealthy young man, claiming to be alive three years after her fiancé's death!]

Who exactly is Chen Bufan? Three sentences unearth bones from three years ago!

Is the phenomenon of "no reflection in the mirror" real or fake? Experts analyze it overnight!

[Police report released! Did the fortune teller really get it right?]

Some people are praising it.

Some people are criticizing it.

Some people have raised questions.

Someone exposed the fraud.

But no matter which one it is, it all comes down to three words.

Chen Bufan.

Overnight, this small-time streamer, who had been ridiculed by more than a dozen people for three months, became famous.

It's so popular that the platform doesn't dare to shut it down.

It became so popular that marketing accounts were scrambling to capitalize on it.

He became so popular that even several major entertainment accounts quietly began deleting their previous Weibo posts that mocked him.

Chen Bufan himself had already turned off his phone and was sitting in his rented room organizing the live stream replay.

The room was very small.

A bed.

A table.

A table lamp.

The city outside the window is at two in the morning.

Occasionally a car drives by downstairs, its light sweeping in through the gaps in the curtains before quickly disappearing.

Chen Bufan paused the screen recording of Shen Qingyue's live stream.

The camera pauses on the moment the red cloth bag is opened.

He dragged the progress bar forward.

Copper coins appeared.

Delay it any longer.

Flip over.

Zoom in again.

The back of the coin on the screen was covered in rust.

To the average person, all they can see is a ring of messy, uneven markings.

But Chen Bufan saw it very clearly.

Those marks weren't made randomly.

It was a rune.

black.

Slender.

It looks like a coiled snake, or a closed eye.

Chen Bufan's originally calm aura fluctuated the moment he saw the rune.

He zoomed in on the image.

My fingertip hovered over the screen.

The rune slowly overlapped with a scene deep in his memory.

fire.

blood.

The collapsed wooden door.

There is also the same black rune drawn in blood on the wall of the Chen family ancestral home.

Chen Bufan's gaze grew colder and colder.

The old copper coins on the table suddenly trembled without any wind.

hum-

The next second, he opened a page of the yellow booklet he had placed on the corner of the table.

On the blank paper, a line of small, blood-red characters slowly emerged.

[The key to changing one's fate has appeared.]