Old Bei sat in the middle of the formation.

Looking out the window from his angle, he could see a lonely crescent moon against the dark night sky.

It was as poignant as the resentful tears in the eyes of the Waiting-for-Husband Stone.

Old Bei drew an inverted triangle symbol on his chest and muttered a difficult-to-understand incantation.

“arbadacarba…”

[To conduct such a damp spiritual practice in such a humid environment, I'm truly grateful!]

[People with rheumatism really can't watch such trendy live streams.]

Is Beckham serious?

[Having caught Jiu Ye's attention, whether one possesses psychic abilities or is a champion is no longer important.]

I've never met anyone with this kind of need.

[Ghost: Since you're asking, I'll grant your request.]

[Protect yourself with bullet comments!]

[Protect me! Protect me! Protect me! Protect me!]

Amitabha Buddha, Jade Emperor!

[Cough cough cough cough cough—]

[Frequent coughing may indicate infertility.]

[Huh? This person, who coughs frequently: You scared me to death! I thought I was going to die!]

[You Chinese people have really strange points of focus.]

Compared to you guys who eagerly await your idol, we're still a bit inferior.

【Ididn't understand, Have the ability to speak E**lish! ? 】

Viewers didn't have time to discuss whether they understood it or not, because the live stream suddenly started shaking.

Old Bei suddenly opened his eyes.

He was overjoyed as he held his backpack.

Sure enough, once the donation was sufficient, the dean of the psychic academy would tell him the correct incantation.

soon.

Old Bei had no time to be excited.

He felt like he was surrounded by countless eyes.

It was as if the chill that had been imprisoned for thousands of years had finally been released, baring its fangs and claws as it tried to rise from the seal, wanting to climb onto his body and take his place.

Old Berlusconi's brain is unable to think.

It seems to have been frozen by something.

The camera suddenly swayed.

The powder that made up the magic circle was blown away by the wind, and from a distance it looked like rose petals.

Old Bei disappeared from the formation.

[Disappeared in front of so many people!?]

[A magic trick that makes people appear out of thin air?]

I don't believe there's no script.

Don't go too far.

[Keep me silent.]

What?! This is what it turns out to be?!

Are you serious?

[Is there a magician who can explain the principle behind this?]

To be honest, they're pretty impressive.

I really can't come.

Unlike netizens.

Yan Jiu didn't think it was very impressive.

She just felt sorry for Old Bei.

Being unlucky enough to be chosen as a sacrificial offering is bad enough, but there's also the possibility of being drained dry by the homeowner...