Lin Zhiluo's eyes flickered, and then she looked at the woman opposite her with concern, pretending to be very worried, and asked, "I don't know what illness your son has."
"My son has been cursed." The woman became agitated as she spoke.
“He started having bad luck half a month ago. Later, he became unwell and kept having all sorts of ailments. Our family is not well-off to begin with, and we have already spent 150,000 yuan. If he continues to get sick, our family will have no way to survive.”
The woman started crying as she spoke, and her pale face and thin body were enough to make the viewers in the live stream feel sorry for her.
I now truly understand how terrifying the expenses of a family member falling ill can be for an ordinary family.
[Host, you have to help her! This woman just said her son is cursed.]
[The person above must be a newbie, right? Long-time viewers of the livestream would definitely say...]
[If you're unsure, take another look.]
Don't jump to conclusions; anything can happen in this live stream.
It's hard to say, it's hard to say. Let's see how things develop.
[Haha, this is the attitude a long-time fan of a streamer should have—don't make decisions lightly!]
The woman's resentment towards Lin Zhiluo deepened as she watched the comments. Besides wanting Lin Zhiluo to help her son, she also wanted to take advantage of the situation to elicit sympathy from her viewers and get donations for her family, since her son's medical treatment still required money.
"You said your son has been cursed. How did your son offend someone?" The woman didn't spell it out, nor did she say much more.
“A few days ago, he met a woman and talked to her for a bit. I don’t know what he said that offended her, but my son has been feeling unwell since he came home. He’s had a full range of tests done, but they can’t find anything wrong with him.”
“My son is very outstanding. He is tall and handsome, and he does well in his studies. Many girls at school like him. Master, you must help me.”
She looked at Lin Zhiluo pleadingly.
Lin Zhiluo said, "Let me see your son's name, birth time, and a photo."
"This..." The woman hesitated. If Lin Zhiluo really saw the photo of her son, she would be unable to hide anything anymore.
"Can't I just not look at it? Just give me a talisman to help my son break the curse."
Something's not right, absolutely not right. What is this woman hiding?
Yes, based on my experience in this live stream, this woman is hiding something significant.
[I was right to keep quiet when she was playing the victim.]
Lin Zhiluo looked at the woman opposite her: "Has your son been to my live stream?"
She noticed that the woman's features looked familiar, reminding her of the confident Liao Lang.
"Your son's name is Liao Lang, right?" She directly pointed out the woman's identity.
"How did you know? You're so powerful. You must have cursed my son." After saying that, she started wailing, "This is outrageous!"
The sudden increase in volume made Lin Zhiluo scratch her ears. Could she at least give a heads-up next time she's going to wail?
[What? This woman is that confident guy's mother?]
Oh, I still remember that confident guy.
[I was there at the time, and that confident guy was making so many phone calls that I was practically digging my toes into the ground. He even turned around and accused Master Lin of having feelings for him.]
I also remember that Master Lin rarely had moments of speechlessness, but that time she was truly speechless.
“My son, a fine young man, is now bedridden every day because of your curse. Our family is about to lose all our money. You must lift the curse and compensate our family with 300,000 yuan, or I will make sure your live stream can no longer continue.”
"Stop howling, it sounds awful," Lin Zhiluo frowned.
The woman persisted relentlessly. When had she ever been afraid of a girl like this? She had never lost an argument in her village, and she had plenty of experience dealing with girls like this.
Young girls are easily embarrassed and concerned about their image; a little fuss will make them give in.
“I don’t care. If you don’t help my son break the curse, I’ll call the police. I’ll report you in your live stream every day until you can’t continue.”
"You know what I do and what I'm capable of. If you don't shut up, I have a way to make you unable to speak for the rest of your life, and your son will be bedridden for the rest of his life." Her voice was cold.
The voice carried a powerful force, seemingly able to penetrate the screen. The woman on the other end, who had been wailing, suddenly shut her mouth; she felt that what the little girl said was true.
Wow, why did I unconsciously shut up too?
Seriously, I suddenly felt a chill down my spine.
My scalp suddenly tingled, and I dared not say a word.
Seeing that everyone else seemed to have similar feelings suddenly put my mind at ease. Thank goodness, I'm not the only one feeling this way.
The live stream was quiet for a moment, then everyone quickly started sending comments.
Lin Zhilu looked at the woman opposite her: "The first time your son came to my live stream to have his love life predicted, I told him that his marriage would happen when he was forty-three years old, but he was inexplicably confident and thought that my prediction was inaccurate, so I returned his money."
"The second time he was really unlucky and asked me to help him solve it. Because I touched on his sore spot again, I refunded him again. I've already explained the consequences, but he doesn't believe me!"
“If my son says you’re wrong, then you’re definitely wrong. How could someone as outstanding as him not have any girls who like him?”
Suddenly I understand where Confident Guy's confidence comes from.
That day, not a single girl liked her.
"Big sister, we boys don't like him either."
“He asked me to refund him, and I refunded him after deducting the platform’s fees. But I told him that the divination fee from the master cannot be taken back casually, and he would be unlucky if he took it back. I made that clear, and many people in the live stream remember it.”
Yes, I remember it clearly.
[Big sister, I have a screen recording, do you want to see it?]
I also recorded it; I thought it was weird, so I recorded it to show my friend.
“My son returned his fortune-telling fee because you miscalculated. You shouldn’t have cursed him.”
"I didn't. This is what he deserves... retribution." Lin Zhilu rolled her eyes. Why can't she explain herself to the other side?
“He asked me to return the divination fee the second time. I reminded him that if he returned the fee the second time, it would be 300,000 yuan.” Lin Zhilu spread her hands. “He didn’t believe me when I told him.”
“I can’t do anything about it. If you want your son to get better, you can donate the remaining 150,000 yuan to a charity, or your son can continue to suffer from illnesses that cost 300,000 yuan.”
"These are the only two options," Lin Zhiluo confessed.
"You!" The woman was surprised that Lin Zhiluo would say that.
"I won't choose either of these. You must cure my son."
"It can't be cured. I didn't do it. Call the police." Lin Zhilu had said everything she needed to say. Since the woman wouldn't listen, she would let the police handle the matter.
The woman suddenly fell silent. She knew that even if she called the police, they wouldn't be able to handle the situation.
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