Lin Wan's live broadcast room is called "Underworld Office". The background is a simple yellow paper charm, and the number of people online always hovers at 47.
Until Chu Chen's fans heard the news and came.
"Report it! You will die if you take advantage of the popularity!"
"Chu Chen is filming a night scene, who are you cursing?"
"The screen has been recorded, please wait to receive the lawyer's letter!"
Lin Wan said nothing.
She just glanced at the upper right corner of the screen - there was a line of small words suspended there that only she could see:
[Underworld Relationship Network (Trial Version)·Can Summon Today: Impermanence × 1]
The source of the information came from ten minutes ago. Chu Chen's assistant sent a private message in the background and asked: "Master, can you calculate Chu Chen's fortune tonight?"
The assistant didn't pay, but Lin Wan took it.
Because she "saw" the deathly aura lingering on Chu Chen's face, as thick as ink.
She typed out the prophecy and hit send.
Three seconds later, the screen in the live broadcast room went black.
