[Your glabella is dark. Within three steps, disaster will strike.]
[The veteran player who was sneering just a moment ago is torn in half with bare hands by a headless ghost the next.]
[Looking at the blood-soaked ground, Zhu Yao calmly wipes the rusty copper coin in her hand. "Sorry, this immortal's predictions are always spot-on. If I'm wrong, you can take my life."]
Horror legends descend upon the world. While everyone else wails and scrambles to survive in deadly instances, Zhu Yao stands out from the crowd, running a fortune-telling stall and thriving among the monsters.
Evil spirits coming for your life?
She whips out her compass. "Big guy, your ancestral grave has bad feng shui that's draining your wealth. Let me fix it for you. I'll take that divine-grade item as my fee."
Vengeful spirits on the hunt?
She grabs the hair of a red-clad ghost. "Little girl, your five elements are missing fire. Stick with me, and you'll get room and board. I'll take you to punch the tycoons and kick the System!"
A corporate guild wants to steal her treasure?
Zhu Yao sneers, then sets up a Nine Palaces Flying Star killing array and throws in an anonymous tip-off package to send them to prison in the real world.
"Metaphysics is one thing, but tax evasion will land you in prison."
From an impoverished little charlatan to the living god worshipped by ten thousand ghosts.
As the ultimate false god roars, Zhu Yao doesn't even raise an eyelid. She tosses the coin in her hand.
"I've spent my whole life telling fortunes. Today, I'll read the fate of Heaven itself!"
"Got a problem with that? Keep it to yourself!"