Jiang Meng shuddered, unable to laugh anymore, and felt a chill run down his spine.

He was too confident in himself and thought no one could find out what he had done in the past.

Even fortune tellers can't possibly know everything.

For example, the purple-robed Taoist priest next door—he could only calculate that the priest had done some petty theft, but he couldn't calculate what the priest had done or guess his profession.

So he swindled a sum of money from the Purple Robe Celestial Master in front of the viewers in the Purple Robe Celestial Master's live stream, and then he saw this Master Jiang live streaming, so he planned to use the same trick again.

Who knew, they'd run into a brick wall.

Master Jiang's description was spot on, only glossing over a few details.

[Didn't this guy get his fortune told by the Purple-Robed Celestial Master half an hour ago? The Purple-Robed Celestial Master couldn't figure out his profession and gave him 3,000 yuan in front of the viewers!]

With so many additional punishments, it's understandable that the Purple-Robed Celestial Master couldn't calculate the outcome; after all, he didn't know which option to choose.

[From three years to five years to ten years, and finally to life imprisonment, this guy is really something.]

I admire you; I concede defeat.

"I...I..." Jiang Meng looked at the taunts from his viewers, and at this moment, a hint of panic finally appeared in his eyes. He lost his composure and decided to disconnect.

See? See?

They played around and ended up getting burned themselves.

But just as he reached out to click the call button, the unhurried voice came through the phone again, "You will be arrested by the police, and then... you will be punished for multiple crimes."

Jiang Meng's face turned deathly pale. Before he could hang up, a strong, clear voice came from behind him, "Jiang Meng, you're under arrest!"

When Jiang Meng looked back, his legs went weak, but he still held onto a sliver of hope.

He turned around, wanting to run away.

But as soon as he took a step, two more police officers blocked his way.

People around were taking pictures with their phones from a distance, some even live-streaming, watching Master Jiang.

Jiang Meng was stunned, seemingly not expecting that this Master Jiang's influence was so great that even passersby were watching her live stream!

The next second, his profile picture and ID disappeared from the live stream.

[Hooray! He's been arrested!]

Good job, police officers and sisters!

[I'll probably see this guy with the big gold teeth on the news in a few days; he's really something else.]

At first I thought it was fake, but it seems... it might actually be real.

Meanwhile, some active viewers had already recorded the live stream, edited it, and then posted it on Pingyin and other platforms.

In no time, the short one-minute video spread and went viral at an incredible speed.

Jiang Yuan, who was still live-streaming, was unaware of all this.

"The second divination is to draw lots," Jiang Yuan said.

The viewers either washed their hands or rubbed them together, staring expectantly at the screen.

Upon seeing the words "Participate in the lottery" pop up on the screen, I immediately tapped it with lightning speed.

Finally, a bright red portrait with the words "Get Rich Quick" caught everyone's eye, drawing all attention.

Donate and apply to go live.

Jiang Yuan looked at the viewers who were familiar with the process and couldn't help but sigh.

They became more and more skilled, and their hand speed was even faster than hers.

She hadn't even called out her ID or invited anyone to connect, but the other person had already connected.

"Ah, streamer, streamer, streamer, help me!" The boy in front of me was about twenty years old. He looked sunny and cheerful, but his forehead was covered in black marks, which meant he had obviously run into something.

[Take a sip of water, speak slowly, what do you need the streamer's help with?]

[You haven't been targeted by a desperate man trying to get married, have you?]

Did I run into a bad girl again?

"No, I bumped into my grandma," the boy replied, shaking his head as he looked at the scrolling comments.

[If you bumped into your grandma, you should have helped her to the hospital. Why are you looking for a livestreamer?]

No matter how skilled the streamer is, they can't possibly treat your grandmother's illness, right?

Does the streamer also work as a doctor?

"Oh no, my grandma passed away the day before Qingming Festival! I bumped into her in my dream!"

“My grandma kept pointing at me and cursing, spitting as she cursed!”

"I figured I might not have burned enough things for her before, so after discussing it with my family these past few days, I burned a whole bunch more things for her, like a double-door refrigerator, a maid, a cell phone, a big bed, a big villa, and a pile of paper money." The boy counted on his fingers.

With the things he burned, he could easily live a carefree life with someone to serve him, if not become a billionaire underground.

but--

“I thought my grandma would be able to rest in peace after the burning, but I didn’t expect her to appear in my dreams more often these past few days. Not only do I dream about her, but my parents also dream about her. They all have the same dream: my grandma pointing her finger at them and scolding them.”

"Our whole family sat together and thought and thought, but we still couldn't figure out what we did wrong to make my grandma angry, that she couldn't rest in peace and came to scold us in her dreams. So we wanted to ask the host, what does my grandma really want?"

The boy scratched his head, looking puzzled.

He was truly desperate, which is why he came to Master Jiang for advice.

With his grandmother's fighting spirit, before she passed away she could argue with all the distant relatives and gossipy neighbors. After she died...

Their combat power is even more terrifying!

As soon as they close their eyes and fall asleep, they appear in their dreams and hurl insults at them with great gusto.

After waking up, they will feel weak and tired all over, as if they have not slept at all.

If things continue like this, his family will eventually reunite with his grandmother underground, and the four of them can play mahjong together.

Uh, I saw someone visit the wrong grave the other day, you wouldn't happen to...

Your grandma might want to hold her great-grandson.

I think your grandma doesn't want a maid; she wants a handsome young man with eight-pack abs. You burned the wrong paper effigy.

"The grave is correct. Our ancestors were all buried there. There's no way we could be wrong," the boy replied to the viewers' guesses.

Even if he's confused, he couldn't possibly have visited the wrong grave; that's his own grandmother's!

"On the day your grandmother passed away, was there another family where an elderly person also passed away?" Jiang Yuan asked.

"Yes, the old man from that family was buried at the same funeral as my grandmother." The boy nodded in response, still unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

"Did it rain that day? Did a small section of the bridge collapse because of the heavy rain?" Jiang Yuan continued to ask.

"Yes, yes, master, your prediction was absolutely accurate!"

"The bridge collapsed that day, and we couldn't cross it. We took shelter from the rain at a nearby house. After the rain subsided, someone brought a ladder and built a bridge. We were extremely nervous when we walked on it."

"But there's no turning back during a funeral procession, so we had no choice but to go through with it. Luckily, no one got hurt."

The boy was a little scared when this was mentioned.

"But the bridge has been repaired and is now very sturdy!" the boy added.

"Master, you're asking these questions. Is the problem with the bridge collapsing? Does my grandma think the bridge collapsing is unlucky?" the boy asked innocently.