The other party knew the rules of the connection. Almost as soon as the invitation was drawn and sent, the recipient connected.
The livestream interface split into two, and the Fated One's face appeared. He was a man in his early thirties with a slicked-back hairstyle. His features weren't ugly, but what immediately caught the eye was the prominent bone structure of his cheeks.
More developed than average, they protruded significantly, and combined with his face shape, he looked like an inverted pear at first glance a classic rebellious facial feature.
"So you're the fortune-telling blogger who's been blowing up the livestreaming circles recently? Tsk tsk~ These people are really brainless, actually being fooled by a three-year-old kid."
"Today, you're going to tell my fortune. If you get it right, we'll call it even. But if you don't, hehe..."
The man chuckled with ill intent, his slanting, triangular eyes full of mockery.
With such an opening, anyone could tell that this person was here to cause trouble.
At his arrogant tone, Yaoyao didn't react, but the netizens couldn't sit still and started cursing.
[Where did this scumbag come from, barking here? You better hope your mouth is still so tough later.]
[No one insults my Master in this livestream. AAAAAAH, die!]
[So rude. Master, listen, let's not save him later, okay?]
One must remember that Master was still a child. Some villains truly weren't worth saving.
The Fated One naturally saw the netizens' comments, and he wasn't displeased at all.
On the contrary, watching the livestream room grow increasingly popular, he could barely suppress the smile on his lips.
Sure enough, he had bet correctly. Directly freeloading off such a big blogger was much faster for gaining traffic than shouting and singing by himself.
He was a staunch atheist, and his biggest hobby was debunking various fortune-telling streamers.
This had allowed him to gain significant traffic dividends. Seeing the small child in front of him remain silent, he became even more convinced that the latter was no different from those he had debunked before.
This made him excited. After all, this person's traffic was immense. As long as he successfully debunked her, his own traffic would definitely skyrocket, and traffic meant money.
"What? Looked for so long and still haven't figured it out?"
The thought of getting rich made him even more excited, and his tone became increasingly impolite.
At this moment, Yaoyao slowly retracted her gaze, and her clear, childlike voice followed: "Big uncle, you're going to die!"
It was a sweet, childish voice, yet these words struck like thunder.
The Fated One's face, which had been full of schadenfreude, instantly changed. He angrily cursed, "You little brat, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm in perfectly good health!"
"How dare you curse me! Don't think the police won't arrest you just because you're young."
Currently, online defamation could be filed as a case, which was the Fated One's confidence.
However, despite his hysteria, Yaoyao did not lose her composure.
She stared straight at the man, offering no rebuttal, because those who came to cause trouble could not be persuaded.
To deal with such people, one must shatter their arrogant perceptions; only then would they understand the meaning of "ignorance is bliss."
Yaoyao slowly said, "Big uncle, you were born on the ninth day of the sixth lunar month in the Wuchen year, during the wei hour. Your parents' palace is flawed and sunken, indicating incomplete parentage. Your mother passed away when you were nine years old."
"In the same year, before the mourning period was over, your father remarried, which completely ruined your father-son relationship, perfectly corresponding to the Jumen Huaji within your parents' palace."
"And your official career palace has a broken mark, proving that you dropped out of school early to enter society. Because you lack an education, your career path hasn't been smooth, and life hasn't been very good."
"It wasn't until the livestreaming industry emerged in the last two years that your life changed. Did I say anything wrong?"
Yaoyao looked at the Fated One with clear eyes. As her words fell, his complexion had already shifted.
Because, just as she said, he had indeed lost his mother early, fallen out with his father, and ventured out on his own.
Before he got involved in livestreaming, his monthly salary was barely enough for expenses; he didn't even dare to get sick.
If it were just one guess, he might consider it a coincidence, but several hits in a row?
The Fated One couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
Could it be that she really has some ability? This thought couldn't help but surface in his mind, but he immediately shook his head.
So what if she really did predict it accurately? His own body—wouldn't he know it himself? There was nothing wrong with it.
So, it wasn't about being accurate or not right now, but about making this child lose credibility in front of the entire network.
Then, he could heavily reap the benefits of the attention.
"These aren't accurate. My mother passed away when I was fifteen, and my father and I are not estranged. As for academics, I myself graduated from a key undergraduate university."
"Little child, if you can't tell fortunes, don't force it. It's still not too late to apologize now!"
The Fated One's face revealed a smile full of ill intent.
He wasn't afraid of the little child verifying his words. After all, he hadn't revealed any personal information.
He had even been away from home for many years, and his father's side of the family had long since moved. He himself might not even be able to find them.
Let alone this little child, who knew nothing and couldn't possibly investigate.
Yaoyao saw his unreasonable expression but wasn't annoyed, because this person's audacity was not ordinary.
She stared at him, then dropped a bombshell: "Big uncle, about a month ago, did you set up an altar in the middle of the night to invite a ghost?"
At these words, the Fated One's face suddenly changed. It was clear he had done this.
He instinctively wanted to refute, because he knew that if he persevered through this, he would win completely.
So, denial almost became his subconscious action.
But before he could speak, he heard a crisp, childlike voice ring in his ears.
"You can continue to deny it, but the soreness in your shoulders and back these past few days cannot lie to you!"
Yaoyao's small face curved into a slight smile. In her vision, a red-clad ghost was currently clinging to his shoulders.
Her embroidered shoes were pointed like lotus leaves, and the entire ghost was clinging to the man like an octopus.
The head perched on his shoulder sucked at the Fated One's shoulder, and the flickering yang flame immediately dimmed by another layer.
She let out a burp of satisfaction, then suddenly seemed to sense the gaze and abruptly looked up.
A pair of pale, unfocused eyes stared directly back.
Then, a scarlet, gaping mouth slowly tore open, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and a terrifying shriek emerged from her throat.
This chilling scene was currently only visible to Yaoyao. If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have vomited from fright.
The piercing shriek carried no other meaning; it was the red-clad ghost warning her not to meddle.
This was interesting. This was the first time Yaoyao had encountered a Vicious Ghost that dared to threaten her.
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