"Of course not."
Mu Yunchu's eyes showed a hint of strangeness, somewhat confused by the other's meaning.
"That's good, that's good." Wang Qiuhui felt slightly relieved upon hearing this, as long as his life could be saved.
Then he thought of something, immediately sat up straight, and looked at Mu Yunchu with utmost sincerity, saying, "What do you need me to do, host?"
"I'll do anything as long as I can survive."
In fact, what he meant was he could give Mu Yunchu a lot of money.
He understood this.
He was pretty savvy himself.
"Isn't there some kind of 'remedy' or something like this?"
Wang Qiuhui had heard this from other fortune-tellers.
Mu Yunchu spoke lightly, "No need."
"As long as you listen to me, nothing will happen."
Mu Yunchu's calm demeanor gave him a great sense of security.
Meanwhile, other netizens in the livestream were constantly comforting him.
