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

Chapter 95 Remote Clash

The room was eerily quiet.

Chen Bufan held his phone, remaining motionless for a long time.

The "Record of Destiny" was still open on the table.

On the page, the few lines of blood-written words looked as if they had just been written, their color a vivid red.

[Three days later]

[Eternal Life Sees Blood]

[Chen family's old debts reopened on the same day]

The night outside the window was very dark.

Occasionally, a car drives by downstairs, its headlights flashing through the gap in the curtains.

But Chen Bufan had no time to appreciate the night view of Haicheng.

What appears before my eyes is the ancestral home.

White lanterns.

Old well.

The finger bone left by my mother.

The lingering image of the father standing guard in front of the ancestral hall.

And there's the man wearing the black jade thumb ring in the illusion.

Lu Changsheng was also present on the night the Chen family was massacred.

He said it himself.

Chen Bufan slowly closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, there was no trace of emotion in them.

The phone suddenly rang again.

It was still that unfamiliar number.

Chen Bufan glanced at it but didn't take it.

The ringing stopped.

A few seconds later, it rang again.

He still didn't answer.

When the sound rang out for the third time, the pages of the "Destiny Record" trembled slightly.

It's like a reminder.

Chen Bufan finally pressed the answer button.

On the other end of the phone, Lu Changsheng's voice remained gentle.

"Mr. Chen."

"I hadn't finished speaking yet."

Chen Bufan leaned back in his chair.

"I thought you had said enough."

Lu Changsheng chuckled softly.

"As people get older, they inevitably become more talkative."

Chen Bufan smiled.

"So you admit you're old."

Lu Changsheng did not deny it.

"Age really doesn't mean anything to me."

"I think Mr. Chen has already seen that photo, hasn't he?"

Chen Bufan did not answer.

Lu Changsheng continued:

"The twelfth year of the Republic of China."

"Ji Ren Nursing Home".

"That photo was actually not taken well."

"Photography technology was limited at the time."

"The lighting is also poor."

"But I never expected that you would find it again a hundred years later."

There was a hint of nostalgia in his tone.

It's like recalling an ordinary old story.

Chen Bufan said:

"Those children, were they also your benefactors?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, Lu Changsheng said softly:

"In those days, too many people died."

"War and chaos"

"Epidemic."

Famine.

"Orphans are everywhere."

"Does Mr. Chen think they would have lived longer if they hadn't gone to the Ji Ren Nursing Home?"

Lu Changsheng continued:

"I gave them food."

"They were given the medicine."

"They were given beds."

"It also gave some of them a chance to survive."

"Mr. Chen, you can't just focus on the lives that have been used up."

"We should also see the lives that were saved."

Chen Bufan sneered:

"Ten lives for one life."

"In your mouth, it became saving lives?"

Lu Changsheng's tone remained calm:

"Sometimes, that's just how reality is."

When resources are insufficient, someone always has to be abandoned.

"Doctors will abandon ineffective treatments."

"The battlefield will abandon the seriously wounded."

"Families will abandon patients who cannot afford treatment."

"Countries also make choices during disasters."

"Why does it become a sin when it comes to me?"

Chen Bufan said:

"Because you are not making choices."

"You are a buyer and seller."

Lu Changsheng smiled.

"Isn't buying and selling also the most basic rule of human society?"

"Someone is paying for it."

"Someone has been killed."

"Someone has been saved."

"Someone has been freed."

Why do you insist on viewing it as evil?

Chen Bufan really disliked this set of rhetoric.

"Those children locked up three underground, is that what you call liberation?"

Lu Changsheng said:

"That child has congenital heart disease."

"It would have dragged his mother down anyway."

"The Changsheng Foundation funded him."

"Without us, he wouldn't have even lived those few years; any extra life would have been a waste."

Chen Bufan lowered his voice:

"So you're sponsoring him so he can grow into a suitable donor?"

There was no immediate response on the other end of the phone.

This time, silence spoke louder than any answer.

Chen Bufan's fingers tightened around his phone little by little.

Lu Changsheng finally spoke:

"Mr. Chen."

You can't save everyone.

This was said very softly.

But it was like a knife, silently handed to Chen Bufan.

Lu Changsheng continued:

"You saved Xu Yao."

"They saved those who were offering sacrifices on the third underground level."

"Breaking the Song family's ghost marriage."

"The Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital has been destroyed."

"You think you've won."

"But have you ever thought about it?"

"Every time you break a deadlock, you deprive more people who should have been saved of their chance."

Chen Bufan remained silent.

Lu Changsheng's voice was as gentle as if he were giving advice to a young man.

"How many people can the money from the Song family support?"

How much charity money can clients of Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital donate?

"How many jobs would be created if those wealthy people lived another year?"

How many seriously ill children, how many elderly people living alone, and how many hospitals in impoverished areas does the Chang Sheng Foundation sponsor each year?

"You only saw me take my life."

"But they didn't even consider that I had already given my life."

Chen Bufan said:

"Can stolen goods be cleansed by doing a little bit of charity?"

Lu Changsheng chuckled.

"The world is not that simple."

"Mr. Chen, you are too young."

"You think there's a clear distinction between good and evil."

"But often, evil can lead to good results."

"Kindness can also kill."

"Ten years for a homeless man can be exchanged for three years for an entrepreneur."

"In the past three years, entrepreneurs have been able to feed thousands of families."

"Tell me, how exactly should this debt be settled?"

Chen Bufan slowly opened his mouth:

"Who says you can decide who lives?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Lu Changsheng smiled.

"Because they are willing to pay the price."

Lu Changsheng said:

"Someone is willing to spend the money."

"Someone is willing to risk their life."

"Someone is willing to sign."

"Someone is willing to hand over their parents."

"Someone is willing to sacrifice their child."

"Some people are willing to drag everyone else into the fire just to live for themselves."

"I'm just giving them a channel."

Chen Bufan said:

"You call greed a channel."

"Calling murder a transaction."

"Calling risking one's life charity."

"Lu Changsheng, after living all this time, this is all you've learned?"

Lu Changsheng was not angry.

"I've lived a long time, so I know."

"People will always be afraid of death."

"As long as there is a fear of death, there will be people who seek immortality."

"If I don't show up, someone else will."

"You may cut off my life, but you can't cut off people's hearts."

Chen Bufan's voice was calm:

"Then I'll cut you off first."

Lu Changsheng sighed softly.

"Still the same."

"You and your father look very alike."

Chen Bufan asked:

"Did my father ask you the same question back then?"

Lu Changsheng said:

"He's more stubborn than you."

"That year, someone was willing to trade the fortune of a city for three years of life."

"The price was just an unknown village."

"Your father refuses."

He said, "Life has no inherent value."

"pity."

"He can't save that village."

"It won't save the Chen family either."

Chen Bufan could not hide the murderous intent in his eyes.

"Who is that person wearing the black jade thumb ring?"

Lu Changsheng chuckled softly:

"Since you want to interrogate me..."

"You'll find out in three days."

Chen Bufan said:

"You can speak now too."

"It won't be fun to talk about it now."

Lu Changsheng's voice was gentle.

"Mr. Chen."

"You want to count me in."

"I'd also like to see just how far you can calculate."

"But I'm reminding you."

"Telling my fortune will come at a heavy price."

"You've just unlocked the second level of the 'Destiny Record'."

"We haven't even touched the door to the third floor."

Interrogate me.

"You might die."

Chen Bufan said calmly:

"Are you afraid I'll die?"

"No."

Lu Changsheng said.

"I'm afraid you'll die too young."

"You are the only one left of the Chen family bloodline."

"Your life is also of use to me."

Chen Bufan said.

"You want the 'Chronicle of Destiny'?"

Lu Changsheng smiled and said:

"The Record of Destiny is certainly important."

"But I'd rather look at it than read the book."

"Will the last fortune teller of the Chen family break the Chen family's rules himself?"

Chen Bufan said:

"You won't be able to wait."

Lu Changsheng's voice was gentle:

"Don't rush."

"As long as a person is alive, there will be times when they break their vows."

"The more people you save, the greater the chance of breaking your vows."

"There will come a day when you have to use the life of one innocent person to save another innocent person."

What would you choose?

"What if one day, Lin Wanqing, Qin Ruoxue, Shen Qingyue and others all get into trouble at the same time?"

You can only save one.

Who would you choose?

"One day, the death of your mother, the revenge for your father, and the truth behind the massacre of the Chen family will all require you to exchange other people's lives for them."

"Mr. Chen."

"Can you still hold on?"

Chen Bufan did not answer.

On the other end of the phone, Lu Changsheng's voice was a few decibels lower.

"You can't hold on."

"Even the Chen family couldn't hold on."

"Your father followed the rules his whole life."

"But before he died, he still begged me to save you."

Chen Bufan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"What did you say?"

Lu Changsheng said nothing more.

He said only softly:

See you in three days.

Chen Bufan's tone was very unfriendly:

"Lu Changsheng".

You'd better make yourself clear.

There was a chuckle on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Chen."

"If you want to know the answer, come and calculate it for me."

This time, Lu Changsheng hung up the phone directly.

beep.

A busy signal sounded.

The room fell silent again.

Chen Bufan sat at the table.

The room was dark, but the outside light shone through the window onto his face.

Half black, half bright.

Lu Changsheng's words were like a thorn, piercing his heart.

Before his death, his father begged Lu Changsheng to save him.

That's impossible.

In the hallucination, the father was clearly fighting to the death in front of the ancestral hall.

His mother clearly handed him over to his master to take away.

Why did Lu Changsheng say that?

Is it provocation?

Was there another layer he hadn't seen on the night the Chen family was massacred?

Chen Bufan looked down at the "Record of Destiny".

The pages of the book were quiet.

There was no more floating characters.

But he knew that Lu Changsheng would definitely come in three days.

It wasn't because he accepted the challenge.

Rather, it was because Lu Changsheng also wanted to use that live stream to do something.

Just then, my phone started vibrating wildly.

It wasn't a phone call.

It's a background message.

One after another.

Your live stream has been restricted from being recommended due to its alleged dissemination of feudal superstition, inciting social panic, and infringing on the reputation of others.

Your live stream content has been reported by numerous users and is currently under review.

Your account is at risk of violating regulations. Please rectify the situation immediately.

Your live streaming privileges have been temporarily suspended.

Chen Bufan frowned.

He opened the backend.

The account page is completely grayed out.

The live stream button is now unavailable.

System prompt:

[Account temporarily suspended, appeal process underway.]

At the same time, fan groups, private messages, and topics on various platforms all exploded.

The master's live stream is gone!

[Just announced that Lu Changsheng would be considered a hero in three days, and then he was shut down?]

[Massive Reporting! Definitely a Ponzi Scheme!]

[Has the Longevity Foundation made its move?]

They're scared! They're scared!

What's the point of shutting down a live stream? The whole internet saw it!

Chen Bufan looked at the ban notification.

Instead, he laughed.

Lu Changsheng did not send anyone to kill him.

They didn't immediately take action against the people around him.

Instead, they shut down the live stream first.

Because he knew that the live broadcast three days later would be the knife Chen Bufan used to drag him into the eyes of the entire internet.

Now, the knife is held down.

Chen Bufan put down his phone.

There was a knock on the door.

Lin Wanqing's voice came through:

"Chen Bufan".

"Open the door."

Chen Bufan got up and opened the door.

Lin Wanqing stood at the door, clearly having just received the news.

"My account has been banned?"

Chen Bufan nodded.

"Um."

Lin Wanqing's face was very somber.

"I'm contacting people."

"But the number of reports this time is too large, and the Changsheng Foundation has already sent a lawyer's letter, so the platform is being very cautious."

Chen Bufan turned and went back into the house.

"normal."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"Aren't you in a hurry?"

Chen Bufan picked up the old copper coin.

"Is it useful in an emergency?"

"What about three days later?"

Chen Bufan looked up at the dark night outside the window.

"He can shut down a live stream."

"You can't blind everyone."

Lin Wanqing looked at him.

"Do you have a solution?"