I'm a Funeral Streamer, and I Became Popular Online by Predicting the Future

After dying young in her prime, the master of the Xuanmen sect, Yan Jiu, transmigrated to a parallel world and became an unfortunate soul whose luck had been stolen. She inexplicably bound herself ...

Chapter 7 You have no idea about Master Yan's speechlessness, young man cries for help.

Yan Jiu's main job hasn't taken off yet, but netizens have been helping her to develop a side business.

Through a screen.

Based on just a few words.

Yan Jiu couldn't figure out if the other side was real or fake.

She had to see his face.

During the aunt's son's downstairs trip.

Yan Jiu found a tree stump.

After she squatted down, she had a blade of grass in her mouth; she always liked to chew on something when she was forced to work.

Yan Jiu just started her live stream.

In an instant.

The live stream room was packed with people.

There are quite a few people in the know.

Of course, there were also people just watching the spectacle.

[They really drew people out.]

[I usually fall in love with every beautiful female live streamer like this, and it's always genuine!]

[Anchors: Listen to me, thank you.]

[Throughout my life I've done good deeds and accumulated merit, it's my right to be able to watch Master Jiu's live stream today!]

Yan Jiu didn't say anything.

They directly connected with the boy who asked for help via video call.

soon.

A lush green thicket came into view.

While Yan Jiu remained silent.

Netizens were also completely baffled.

[The shrub: You little brat, just wait till I bewitch you.]

[At that height, from that angle, the person on the other side is probably taking care of some important life task (pooping).]

[+1, it's hard not to have doubts.]

This is the first time I've ever seen something that can increase your knowledge of excrement.

The next second.

The scene changes.

A handsome yet youthful face appeared in front of the camera, and he looked around in a panic.

Upon closer inspection.

He even bears a striking resemblance to Yan Jiu.

Chu Chu lowered his voice and shook his head vigorously: "Hello host, my name is Chu Chu. My parents don't believe in gods and ghosts, so I have to hide and connect with you while they are fixing the car."

His breathing was slightly rapid.

They clearly came running.

A few leaves were still stuck to Chu Chu's bangs.

But before he could tidy up, he hurriedly pointed the camera at the luxury cars next to the gas station not far away.

Yan Jiu hesitated for a moment when she saw Chu Chu's face; the other's fate was actually closely related to hers.

The original owner of this body was also an orphan.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't have any living relatives.

Yan Jiu didn't have time to think too much.

She earnestly warned him, "Don't worry about your parents, young man, you're about to suffer a bloody disaster."

Chu Chu, completely bewildered: "..." What did I do wrong? Who called it a bloody disaster?