"Boohoo, Brother Sect Leader, stop yelling, your voice is so loud~"
"There's no need for fortune-telling to be this accurate, right? I'm starting not to believe it."
"This is clearly scripted; some fake-busting streamers are just playing it out, don't get fooled."
"But who would impersonate their dad who passed away over twenty years ago? He's got over two million followers, if this is fake, he'd become the laughingstock with a permanent stain on his reputation."
The comments were chaotic, with people saying all sorts of things.
After kicking his brother out of the room, Brother Lao Tuo took a deep breath, his expression complex, adjusted his face, and sat in front of the camera again.
"Alright, I'll admit you, Little Daoist, have something going on, but you took my Incense Money, so you should deliver."
"There's no better time than now."
It's proven, in situations like this, talking more is useless.
If it wasn't for fearing a good PK would go wrong, and suddenly the Ghost-Collecting Incense gets involved, the other side would drop dead.
Ruining Changchun Temple's reputation, Ning An would be the first to report him!
Ning An shook his head, finally reminding:
"Layman, if your headache isn't cured at the hospital, maybe the doctors there aren't competent enough, you can completely try another hospital."
"Burning incense and making wishes, metaphysics for healing is not advisable, after all, the price in fate is already marked with a chip, forcing will indeed cost you something."
Brother Lao Tuo seemed not to catch the implied meaning in Ning An's words, just smiled faintly, spreading his arms:
"No need for more words, Daoist Master, let's light the incense."
Put aside the desire to help others, respect others' fate!
Just like that, two live streams, one helping with the incense, the other sincerely wishing.
Weirdly... with a hint of reason?
After three Divine Invitation Incense sticks, a black Ghost-Collecting Incense stood coldly, burning without wind.
In the large live stream room, besides Ning An, no one could see it.
Just at that moment, the system's broadcast came as expected.
[Gender: Male]
[Occupation: Former Anti-trafficking, now Streamer]
[Name: Shi Wenqiang]
[Wish: Hope the headache goes away, the sooner the better!!]
[Wild way of fulfilling wishes: Three minutes later, police break in, arrest him, given the previously severe impact, court processes exceptionally, no trial, execution the next day, execution site: head!]
"Master Ancestors above, the follower wishes for his head to never hurt again, the sooner the better, the follower can't bear it anymore..."
Hearing Brother Lao Tuo's words, Ning An grinned.
Well, the speed of a bullet seems quite fast, should be... painless?
Thinking the wish might be fulfilled?
Thinking of this, Ning An smiled radiantly: "Layman, do you have any last words for the Master Ancestor?"
"Daoist, I'm not greedy, just this one..."
Before finishing the sentence, a dark humor crossed Brother Lao Tuo's face on the screen, his fake smile couldn't hold anymore.
"What are you saying? Little Daoist, I know you have skills, but you can't say such unethical words just to attract heat, can you?"
Ning An looked at him, somewhat puzzled.
"What's this got to do with ethics? You weren't going to live long anyway."
Once these words were said, the live stream exploded like oil on fire.
"Streamer, it's rare to find someone with skill these days, but this lack of virtue is just too much!"
"Streamer has really low quality, this brat can't be trusted, block him block him!"
"Agreed with the comment above!"
Ning An ignored the ghosts and demons in the comments, instead looked at Brother Lao Tuo's cold face and calmly spoke:
"Your eyes seem lively, but actually the spirit has abandoned them, outwardly strong but inwardly weak, with dark air swirling around the three yin points, surely a sign of short life."
"There are several hanging needle lines on your forehead, indicating you've done many unethical things, and they are so deep, haha, I've only seen these on murderers..."
Brother Lao Tuo on the other end of the live stream was directly frightened: "Food... can be eaten randomly, words... can't be spoken randomly, slander... I'll sue you for slander!"
"Your pointed head and narrow forehead lack noble appearance, high cheekbones, and forehead lines show you've walked a dark path, involved in gray industries."
"The hanging needle lines hang high, brows and eyes mismatched, fate's rot smelly beyond measure, this is the appearance of a wanted criminal, and not an ordinary one!"
Brother Lao Tuo's legs shook under the table, but he still pretended to be calm, shouting angrily:
"Nonsense, complete nonsense! I'll call the police right away, sue you for spreading rumors, trust me!"
Ning An calmly replied: "No need to bother, police might be right at your door now, report any issue directly to them later."
Comments were flying quickly.
"Little Daoist, I know you're accurate, but you can't joke with national agencies!"
"Words like yours bear responsibilities."
"The internet is not a lawless land, internet police will check the water meter soon."
Ning An ignored what the comments said, instead seriously stared at the screen and muttered a countdown.
"Streamer is so calm, could he really know?"
"He must know! After all, nobody jokes about their father, but saying the police are at the door, I can't bear it."
"Brother Sect Leader is so ~man, I ~really want to have his kids~"
"Disgusting! Even zombies wouldn't eat your brain."
With a "ding-dong" sound, Brother Lao Tuo glanced at the live stream room, his face changed completely.
"What? Damn, this can't be right?"
"Does Brother Lao Tuo really have issues? No, if he really did, he couldn't stream, isn't it real-name verified?"
"Maybe these two colluded to fool us? If police actually burst in..."
"Don't know, if it's scripted, Brother Lao Tuo loses big time, even his dad was offended."
Just as the live stream viewers were chatting without results, a familiar voice followed:
"Bro, I... I forgot my charger, open the door."
Whoa, the voice of the second-generation rich kid.
The previously tense viewers relaxed.
"Dang, scared me, I really thought Little Daoist was right again."
"Don't mention it, scarier than Saw."
"Heard that after ups and downs, one feels more blissful than living like an immortal, any brothers wanna try?"
Brother Lao Tuo instantly relaxed, glancing at Ning An like a victorious rooster, swaggering to open the door:
"Hey kid, how many times have I told you, bring your keys when you go out, bring your keys, why don't you listen?"
Just as Brother Lao Tuo looked smug, his hand on the doorknob, a viewer suddenly screamed in the comments:
"No, Brother Lao Tuo's door uses fingerprint, not key lock?"
"His brother came directly just now! Even if he doesn't have a fingerprint, he surely has keys!"
"And most importantly, his brother never called Brother Lao Tuo 'bro' this whole time!!!"