I've been waiting all day, and I'm finally seeing you live!

Wow, I wonder who will be doing live streams today?

[Why are there so many people? Master, master, look at me, I can spend a whole carnival.]

Holy crap, a carnival right off the bat! Who's going to be so generous?

Lin Fang gifted Lin Zhiluo ten Carnival tokens.

Thank you for what you did yesterday, Master.

【Master, we are Lin Fang and her baby's family, and we are especially grateful to you for saving Lin Fang's life yesterday.】

Lin Zhiluo smiled after reading the comments and said, "This is a tribulation she was destined to face. From now on, her life will be smooth and worry-free."

After saying that, she opened the chat room: "Today, it's still time for three divinations."

Unlike yesterday, many people applied to join the live stream today; they could tell this girl was quite talented.

But when there are many people, those who get to come up are all destined.

The person on the microphone was a man, and he looked tired.

"Host, I feel like I've been having a really bad run of luck lately. I've found nails in my food, I've choked on my saliva and gotten pneumonia, the resources I finally got were stolen, and now my girlfriend doesn't want me anymore."

Someone recognized him as Zhou Yiheng, a minor celebrity. He has decent acting skills, but not many memorable aspects of his acting. The only thing that people remember about him is his bad luck.

[Oh, that explains why this person looks so familiar. Turns out it's Zhou Daomei, the infamous guy in the industry.]

[It sounds so unlucky, I feel sorry for you, but it's also kind of funny.]

Looking at Zhou Yiheng's features, Lin Zhiluo said, "Your temples are full, which means you are intelligent, have a harmonious family, and are clever from a young age. However, the dark aura around your temples and the root of your nose indicates a failure in your career."

She continued searching for traces on Zhou Yiheng's face, then, with her back to the live stream camera, she did some quick calculations: "You've been having bad luck for exactly half a year, including today, right?"

Zhou Yiheng thought for a moment: "The first time I was unlucky was when I accidentally fell into the water while filming on set. I even posted it on my WeChat Moments because it was so funny."

He opened the post on his WeChat Moments, and counting today, his eyes widened: "Master is amazing, it's exactly six months."

"If you had met me three months later, I still wouldn't have been able to help you. After nine months, the destiny of wealth and prosperity that belonged to you would have belonged to someone else."

Zhou Yiheng was stunned; he hadn't expected the master to say that.

Lin Zhiluo began to remind him: "During this period of bad luck, have any of your friends or colleagues suddenly become lucky, not only do their careers improve, but they also become more likely to win the lottery, and more importantly, they become noticeably more attractive?"

The more she spoke, the paler Zhou Yiheng's face became; it seemed he was truly thinking of someone.

He was very conflicted: "There is such a person, who is both a good friend and a colleague of mine."

Lin Zhiluo said to him, "You can send me a photo privately."

Zhou Yiheng actually sent a photo over, and was very grateful for Lin Zhiluo's thoughtfulness. Now, her colleague had become a hit in a low-budget web series, her status in the entertainment industry had soared, and she even had a large number of fans.

He was initially happy for his friend, but he wouldn't be happy if this surge in resources came at the cost of his own.

Lin Zhiluo looked at the photo in front of him, and his lips twitched: "Do you have any photos of him before the plastic surgery? I can tell you very clearly with this photo you sent me. He adjusted it to look like you, otherwise he wouldn't have changed your fate so easily."

Zhou Yiheng felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this and immediately found the person's old photos online.

He pursed his lips sheepishly: "This photo was posted by a hater online. I don't have any photos of him from before."

Lin Zhilu looked at the somewhat blurry photo in front of her, but it was much better than the photo Zhou Yiheng had just sent her.

"Okay, this one will do." She wasn't picky anymore. "This is most likely his original appearance: narrow forehead, sunken chin, not a good family background, and he used to cultivate a 'sob story' persona."

"The sun and moon corners are uneven, indicating that his parents had a hard life. He must have exploited his parents a lot to achieve what he has today."

"His eyes in this photo are different sizes and he looks a bit squinty. This kind of person is prone to being unbalanced and is a complete scoundrel. Such a person is selfish and will only talk a good game with you but is unwilling to share with you."

"I understand." Zhou Yiheng's face was grim.

Lin Zhilu reminded him: "He must have given you something, something valuable or a symbol of your relationship. Once you find it, burn it. Your fate change failed, and your luck and destiny will slowly return to you."

"I understand, thank you, Master." After saying that, he gritted his teeth, gave another Carnival gift, and then logged off.

Zhou Yiheng looked at the phone charm, which was small and cute. It was given to him by his junior brother Zhuo Gu as a thank you for taking care of him at the company.

It seems like his bad luck started after he got this pendant.

He listened to the master's words and burned him directly. It wasn't an illusion; he felt his body become much lighter, and even the surrounding environment became brighter.

Zhuo Gu was filming a scene when he lost his footing and fell to the ground.

"Cut!" The director quickly called "cut," and a group of people rushed over to check on him, including the director himself.

Zhuo Gu was extremely pleased with himself: That's exactly how it feels; he loves the feeling of everyone surrounding him.

He gave a wry smile: "Director, I'm sorry I delayed everyone's filming."

"It's okay, go and ice it first." The director frowned; if the sprain was serious, it would definitely delay his filming.

However, no matter how hard Zhuo Gu tried, he couldn't get into character. His once spirited acting now became stiff and uninteresting.

"Cut!" the director shouted angrily, but with the recently popular celebrity in front of him, he could only patiently say, "Is Teacher Zhuo feeling unwell? Why don't you go back and rest for a while?"

Zhuo Gu felt pain in his ankle and immediately abandoned any pretense of being a dedicated worker; he just wanted to go to the hospital to see if he was feeling better.

While he was comfortably looking at his phone in the car, he didn't notice at all that his and Zhou Yiheng's matching phone charms were slowly fading, losing their original vibrant color.

After Zhou Yiheng left, an elderly woman in her fifties or sixties came up. She first looked Lin Zhiluo up and down.

"I want to have my son's marriage fortune told. Are you accurate? If not, I'm not going to pay you."

Lin Zhiluo quickly calculated the situation and then kicked the person off the stage without hesitation.

“This deal between you and me is not going to happen. We both know what your purpose is. No matter if my calculations are right or wrong, you will find an excuse to renege on today’s three thousand yuan.”