"I've just been doing some heavy labor recently, so my back and waist are sore. What's abnormal about that, little kid? You're not going to be an alarmist again, claiming I'm being haunted by something unclean, are you?"
"I'm telling you, I won't believe you."
The Fated One looked at the pair of indifferent eyes before him, his heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed the denial he was about to utter.
But he still stubbornly refused to admit anything.
The netizens, seeing this 'dead pig not afraid of boiling water' demeanor, immediately understood and began to curse without reservation.
[First time seeing someone so stubborn. Seriously, even evidence doesn't work now, does it?]
[Master, let's not bother with whether he lives or dies. Good words are wasted on a doomed ghost. Let him die!]
[This kind of person only gets scared when something truly bad happens.]
Seeing the netizens' increasingly harsh curses, the Fated One's face also began to lose its composure. Just as he was about to retort, a suffocating sensation suddenly enveloped his body.
In that instant, even his breathing became rapid.
"Mmm... mmm..."
Then, before everyone's eyes, he suddenly started clawing at his neck without any warning. He looked as if someone was choking him. And he was trying to breathe.
However, these frightening movements had no effect. The suffocating, choking sensation seemed to exist in a different space from him; no matter how he clawed, he only grabbed at empty air.
His fingernails, slightly dirty and dark, now clawed at his neck, drawing copious amounts of blood.
The crisscrossing claw marks were alarming to behold.
[What the hell, what's going on? Is he acting? Don't tell me he's actually a good actor!]
[No, the person above might be wrong. This probably isn't acting. Look, his face is really turning green. As a medical student, I want to say, he's genuinely suffocating.]
Because of oxygen deprivation for an extended period, the Fated One's neck veins began to bulge. His originally sallow complexion also started to turn from yellow to green, faintly tinged with purple.
Such realistic physiological reactions—if he could truly act them out, he'd be heading for Hollywood and would surely win an Oscar for Best Actor.
Clearly, this person was just an ordinary human.
So, there was only one possibility: he was genuinely suffocating. Recalling what Master had just said...
Was this about to come true?
The netizens in the livestream gasped in unison. After all, the impact of seeing a living person suffocate to death on camera was too great.
[So creepy? It might be something unclean!]
[Definitely. How else could he end up like this at home, unless it's a ghost?]
[Honestly, this person's immediate retribution for his stubbornness came too fast. Master... this... should we save him?]
Everyone was conflicted now. While seeing the latter being slapped in the face was generally satisfying.
As normal people, they couldn't stand by and watch someone die in front of them.
"Save... save... me."
The Fated One's oxygen-deprived brain made him dare not argue any longer. Under the shroud of death, he frantically sought help from the child on the screen.
Yaoyao's brows also furrowed little by little, because after the Vicious Ghost discovered her, it not only didn't restrain itself but provocatively squeezed the Fated One's neck with its hand.
This was also the reason for the latter's suffocation.
While the big uncle was annoying, Yaoyao would at least not watch him die in front of her.
So, she formed a hand seal with her chubby hand, and her pink lips moved slightly.
"Haste!" A cold, childlike voice spat out from her mouth.
Buzz, buzz, buzz~
As her words fell, invisible forces emerged out of thin air, striking directly at the Vicious Ghost. The previously arrogant Vicious Ghost let out a bloodcurdling scream as if struck by lightning, its soul body flying backward.
Its entire being, made of阴气 (yin energy), was instantly weakened by more than half. For a moment, its pale eyes looked at the child on the screen in terror.
"Hmph, now you know fear? How dare you threaten me, I'll beat you to death!" Yaoyao's eyebrows rose slightly upon seeing the ghost's fear, then slowly relaxed.
This was a ninth-rank technique, capable of achieving a small degree of 'words becoming reality'.
Actually, Yaoyao could use it even at the eighth rank, but her power was limited, only enough to injure ordinary red ghosts. Now, however, it was different. As long as she wished it, anything below a Ghost General could be annihilated.
As for dealing with Ghost Generals? That was harder to say, as she hadn't tested it yet.
"Hoo~ hoo~!" The Fated One greedily sucked in air.
After the red ghost was driven back, he naturally got his life back. He gasped for dozens of breaths, and the marks of suffocation on his face slowly faded.
Of course, the obvious purplish-blue constriction marks around his neck were particularly striking.
"Thank you, Master. I... I admit my mistake. I was deluded and wanted to gain popularity. Please, Master, save me!" The Fated One said excitedly.
He knew that he had just had a close brush with the King of Hell's gates. The pain of approaching death so closely instantly made him unable to be stubborn anymore.
He even confessed his previous intentions without being asked, fearing that if he spoke too slowly, that terrifying suffocating sensation would return.
[Hahahahaha, not so stubborn now, are we? Master kindly reminded you, and this guy even put on an act.]
[If you had known this, why did you do it in the first place? Some popularity isn't something you can just get by freeloading.]
Yaoyao heard the man's plea and slowly shook her head. "It's not that I don't want to save you, Big uncle, it's that you don't want to save yourself!"
"You've provoked too many things. If they're not sent away, the next one to come will also take your life."
When Yaoyao first looked, she had actually noticed several different types of ghostly aura on the Fated One. That female ghost with the red embroidered shoes was just one of them.
If not resolved, even if she got rid of that Vicious Ghost, the matter wouldn't be truly settled.
And she wasn't the Fated One's personal bodyguard; she didn't have the time to constantly watch over him.
Most importantly, all these consequences were self-inflicted. Only the one who tied the bell can untie it.
"I'll tell... I'll tell everything..." The Fated One saw the bright, grape-like eyes of the child before him, and his last shred of hope dissipated.
He recounted his story in detail. It turned out his main profession was also livestreaming.
However, the content he operated was somewhat exasperating. His main focus was on debunking superstitions by livestreaming challenges to various forbidden legends.
For example, talking to oneself in the mirror in the middle of the night, or placing a pair of red embroidered shoes with their tips pointed towards the bed, and so on.
In short, the more outlandish the legends, the more he loved to challenge them, pushing the trend of courting death to its extreme.
Doing this brought him immense traffic, as many people who were timid still loved to watch such content.
Therefore, the income from just one livestream could equate to several years of his previous hard labor. As a result, he became crazier the more he played.
After listening, Yaoyao's chubby little face was practically screaming "Speechless."
It was a miracle the Fated One had lived this long; his life must be exceptionally robust.
Because many taboos, though often spread through rumors for sensationalism, weren't entirely groundless.
The red-clad Vicious Ghost clinging to the Fated One was proof of that.
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