Wan Jiao has started broadcasting?
Ha, they turned their backs on him the moment they were together, and then immediately went live on social media. Well done!
The more Ye Jin thought about it, the angrier he became.
I feel like my lungs are about to explode.
But damn it, he couldn't pursue the matter with her, because if he did, it would make him seem petty and unable to handle the situation.
After all, in what happened last night, it was always the woman who suffered more...
The phone rang; it was a call from Grandpa Ye. Ye Jin suppressed his anger as he answered, calling out, "Grandpa."
"I heard you've returned to the capital?" Old Master Ye asked Ye Jin.
Ye Jin hummed in agreement. "I arrived in the early hours of the morning. It was too late, so I didn't want to bother you at the old house."
The old man on the other end of the phone caught the most crucial information and immediately raised his voice, "You were with Wanwan last night?"
Nightfall hummed in agreement again.
Grandpa Ye's hand was trembling as he held the phone. He had a premonition that his clueless grandson, who was oblivious to love, might finally see the light.
"You slept in the same room? Did anything happen? When will I be able to hold my great-grandson?" Old Master Ye was a real gossip, asking several questions in a row.
When asked, Ye Jin's mind flashed back to the extreme madness he and Wan Jiao had shared the previous night.
A blush crept onto his handsome face as he abruptly changed the subject, "Grandpa, I have some urgent business to attend to. I'll come to the old house to have lunch with you at noon."
Grandpa Ye didn't get any answers to his questions, but he was even happier and instructed Ye Jin, "Bring Wanwan along."
Should we take her back to the old house?
Knowing that she was currently live-streaming and wouldn't be able to finish anytime soon, Ye Jin wanted to refuse. However, Old Master Ye seemed to have seen through his thoughts and solemnly instructed him, "If Wanwan isn't coming, you don't need to come either."
Nightfall: "..."
Who is the real grandson?
After a helpless sigh, Ye Jin gave Old Master Ye an affirmative response, "Okay, I understand."
…
Wan Jiao's live stream was as lively as ever, with the number of viewers exceeding one million in just two minutes.
[You've become a global sensation! Many foreigners know that we have a fortune-telling master named Wan Banxian in our country who does live-stream fortune-telling.]
[Host, I heard that Running Man sisters are inviting you to participate in their variety show recording, is that true?]
[Host, would you consider entering the entertainment industry in the future?]
The comments kept scrolling.
Wan Jiao was completely confused.
She? A global sensation? Are you kidding me?
Wan Jiao's red lips parted slightly as she began to respond to the viewers in the live stream, "I'm famous? When did this happen?"
"And the recording of the variety show 'Running Man', I didn't know about that."
"I probably won't enter the entertainment industry. There are too many things to do, and I can't handle it all."
At this moment, Wan Jiao never imagined that soon, she would ruthlessly slap herself in the face because entering the entertainment industry would bring her so much faith power and so much money!
Ten minutes after the broadcast started, Wan Jiao got straight to the point, "Today I'll be telling three fortunes, and now I'll be connecting with the first person who is destined to meet me."
Almost as soon as Wan Jiao finished speaking, the first person destined for her was chosen. It was a young woman in a library uniform, whose nickname on Kuaiyu was: Songcheng Library Administrator.
As soon as she logged on, the "Songcheng Library Administrator" hurriedly spoke to Wan Jiao: "Host, my name is Jiajia, I'm the administrator of the Songcheng Library, and our library seems to be haunted."
It was broad daylight, but the background behind Jiajia was pitch black, and the light above her head was flickering, making it look quite eerie and terrifying.
[Miss Jiajia, is your Songcheng Library underground? Why is it so dark in broad daylight?]
I'm from Songcheng, and I can vouch for it; our library here has excellent natural lighting.
[Holy crap, the lighting is great, yet it's pitch black even during the day. Could it really be haunted?]
[What can you tell, host?]
The moment Wan Jiao connected with Jia Jia online, she saw countless ghostly figures floating behind her.
This Songcheng Library is more than just haunted; it's practically a gathering of ten thousand ghosts!
"Is there anyone else with you?" Wanjiao asked Jiajia.
【Our library is closed today, there are no outsiders, only me and a few colleagues to tidy up the third floor…】 Jiajia said, turning to look for her colleagues, only to be shocked to find that there was no one there at all. In the huge library, there wasn’t a soul in sight except for her.
It's just that Jiajia doesn't have the ability to see ghosts; otherwise, seeing ghostly figures floating all over the library would have terrified her.
【Wait, where's my colleague? They were just here, where did they go?】
As Jiajia spoke, Wanjiao clearly saw several ghosts waving at her. They were obviously Jiajia's colleagues who had already been murdered.
Wan Jiao couldn't bear to tell Jia Jia, so she changed her story, "Tell me in detail what time you arrived at the library and what happened after you got there."
Jiajia thought seriously for a while, then poured out everything like beans spilling from a well. "The library is closed today. According to the shift schedule, my colleagues and I are on duty, cleaning the third-floor reading room. We clocked in as usual and went upstairs to start working. At first, nothing happened; everyone was chatting and laughing, even making plans to go out for fried chicken for lunch. Then someone shouted, 'Sir, our library is closed today. Please leave as soon as possible and come back another day.' The entire library was plunged into darkness. When I turned the lights back on, eerie laughter came from all directions—men's, women's, old people's, children's…"
The Songcheng Library was originally a wasteland. The librarian told me it was a mass grave over a hundred years ago. My colleagues and I were terrified and tried to call for help, but then something strange happened: all six of our phones were out of service. Fear gripped our minds, and we ran downstairs like madmen, but we always ended up back on the third floor. One colleague said it was a ghost wall, and we couldn't get out. Later, someone said that ghosts generally don't harm people randomly; they're afraid of being punished in the eighteenth level of hell, so as long as we could hold out until someone came, we'd be fine.
After listening, Wan Jiao pondered for a moment before pressing Jia Jia for an answer, "As you said, none of your phones had internet access, so how did you get into the live stream?"
Jiajia looked bewildered. "Host, didn't you select me and invite me to connect?"
As Jiajia finished speaking, Wanjiao's "doubts" were answered!
She wondered why everyone else was dead, except for Jiajia, a woman born in the year, month, day, and hour of the Yin cycle, who was still alive. It turned out that Jiajia was a "surprise" specially prepared for her by someone with "thoughtful intentions."
Hmm, this is interesting.
She wanted to see what the other party was trying to achieve by going to such lengths.
"Don't be afraid, I will save you. As for your colleagues..." Wan Jiao hesitated, then said truthfully, "They have already been killed."
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