When he returned to Changjing City, school had also started, and Wen Xi continued his studies in an orderly manner.
Peter Yang's supernatural film is also still being filmed. Although it is still in progress, the popularity has been very high. Wen Xi occasionally travels back and forth to Hanzhou City several times to let the ghost in the ancient bronze coins guide them. Although it is scary, Peter Yang likes it very much.
After school that day, Wen Xi opened the live broadcast room as usual. The number of fans in the live broadcast room had already reached tens of millions, and many of them were Qin Anhe fans who had sneaked in and would scold Wen Xi from time to time.
Wen Xi adjusted the camera, and tens of millions of fans had already flocked to the live broadcast room.
[Sister Wen, Sister Wen, my God, you are my brain husband and I am your brain wife! ]
[There are some crazy fans upstairs, please be careful. 】
[It must be a psychopath. Sister Wen belongs to everyone. I look forward to Sister Wen coming online every day. Sister Wen, please quickly link up. I love you, Sister Wen!]
Wen Xi glanced at the comments and said calmly, "Okay, same as usual, after the three divinations, the show will end."
Wen Xi sent out a link, but it disappeared in seconds.
A netizen named 'I am Big Winter Melon' grabbed the link.
Wen Xi sent a live broadcast connection to the other party, but the old man took a while to connect.
The live camera shook a few times before the other party's picture was connected and clear.
What caught my eye was a chubby man. He greeted the woman beside him with a surprised tone, saying, "Hey, this is really amazing. I actually got this divination from Wen Xi. I couldn't even cheat before."
"Really? Then ask quickly. I don't believe she's such a genius. Isn't she just a student? She's trying to portray herself as some formidable figure. Haha, just wait and see if we don't expose her."
A heavily made-up woman next to her came close to the camera, gave Wen Xi a rather sinister smile, and asked bluntly, "Hey, Wen Xi, can you figure out what we want? You're a fortune teller, so you can't be so unsure, right?"
[Damn, what's with that attitude? He's obviously looking for trouble, right? How long has it been since I've encountered someone this blind? I'm inexplicably excited.]
[Hehehe, the person above, I'm just as excited as you. I can finally watch Sister Wen get slapped in the face!]
[Tsk tsk, is your Sister Wen really that amazing? Stop blowing your own trumpet here, you're blowing your own trumpet to the ceiling.]
[There's no need to justify the Missy's prowess. If you're a hater, don't walk around at night. Be careful of being haunted and need help.]
[Someone above is making random threats. Is this the evil force of Wen Xi's fans?]
The comments on the barrage were a mess. Wen Xi glanced at the other party and said calmly, "One divination is only given to one person. Who among you wants to be told?"
The chubby man pointed guiltily at the heavily made-up woman next to him. The woman said impatiently, "Can you get to the point? Can you stop being so pretentious and trying to change the subject?"
Wen Xi raised her lips and said, "Okay, Fang Xue, you ask me what you want to do? You have a big face and your foundation is as thick as a city wall. You want to find a way to give your idol a chance to target those who have had scandals with him. To put it bluntly, you are just jealous and vent your dissatisfaction on those who are better than you."
When Fang Xue heard her own name, her heart skipped a beat. She looked away vaguely, obviously feeling guilty because her target had been exposed.
Fang Xue argued, "I...I didn't."
The chubby man exclaimed in surprise, "Fang Xue, she actually figured out your name. You two probably didn't know each other before, did you?"
Fang Xue bit her lip and said, "It must be a guess."
It's a bit unconvincing to say this. How can anyone calculate the name of a stranger they have never met just by doing so?
Wen Xi said, "Isn't it obvious whether I'm just guessing or not? If you're looking for trouble, I advise you to go back and take a shower. Stop chasing stars like crazy. It's not okay for you to learn from your youth, put on such heavy makeup, and do some petty theft."
Fang Xue was trembling with fear after hearing Wen Xi's string of words. Especially after hearing the last part, she felt guilty and her voice became louder. "What nonsense are you talking about? Who... who did such a petty theft?"
Wen Xi said, "I'm talking about you. Aren't you on your way there? Don't you feel that the evil spirit around you is too heavy recently? If you continue like this, not only will you be in trouble, but your family will also be implicated by you."
Fang Xue seemed to have thought of something, her face pale. She swallowed and asked, "You...you know something?"
Wen Xi looked at her indifferently and asked, "If you're not sincere, I don't want to tell you this fortune. It's at least two thousand yuan. You're really willing to take this little bit out of your star-chasing money just to annoy me. You really love your idol, but for your family... Hehe, forget it."
[Oh shit, I heard it, this must be a fan of Qin Anhe. The ones who recently came together to scold Sister Wen are his fans.]
[Fuck! Didn't Qin Anhe already clarify everything? Why are his fans still cursing him? Are these haters all his fans? I'm almost turning against him.]
[Don't talk nonsense. How can you tell if Fang Xue is a true fan of our Anhe? What if she's just an anti-fan in disguise? We fans wouldn't do such a thing.]
[Come on, the person above, isn't that what you're doing? Stop slagging off here. It's hard for you to be envious of the anchor, yet you have to come here to watch her, to see her, and to increase her traffic.]
Wen Xi said, "Let's leave this divination to those who need it. You can handle your own affairs. Forget it now. I'll have the backstage return the money to you later."
Fang Xue was anxious. "Wait, wait, I...I didn't say I don't want fortune-telling."
The chubby man stopped and muttered, "Fang Xue, we're here. Do you really want to continue fortune-telling? We need to... get to work. Isn't it great that she's willing to refund the money? Is this fortune-telling going to cost two thousand yuan?"
Woo woo woo…
As he was speaking, a cold wind blew past under the dark moon and strong wind, bringing with it an eerie sound similar to crying.
The chubby man shrank back, rubbed his arms and said, "This place is really a bit weird. I won't be happy to come here next time."
"Just shut up."
Fang Xue cursed him, her eyes looking troubled. "Haven't you felt strange lately? When you walk at night, it feels like someone is always following you, and...has this shadowy feeling brought back home?"
The chubby man's eyelids twitched, and he swallowed his saliva and said, "Yes, I do have that feeling, especially when I sleep. I always feel like someone is staring at me while I sleep. It's really uncomfortable, like being...pressed by a ghost."
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