Mystic Livestream: Ghost Hunting and Fortune-Telling, I Do It All

[No romance + Livestreaming + Fortune-telling + Feng Shui + Ghost-hunting + Feel-good power fantasy] My Taoist temple was demolished, and I had only 183.6 yuan left in my pocket. My name is Shen Qingning. I have zero followers across every platform, and a cold steamed bun is all I have for dinner tonight. To pay my phone bill, I opened the livestream account I'd registered three years ago. “Fortune-telling livestream. If I'm wrong, you don't pay.” For the first ten minutes, nobody watched. In the eleventh minute, the first viewer, “Retired Lao Zhou,” popped in: “Streamer, I hear crying from my wardrobe in the middle of the night.” My eyes lit up, and I stuffed the bun in my mouth. “Send me the address. You pay for the ride.” Later, a yellowed old photograph fell out of the wardrobe. The woman in the photograph looked exactly like me. On the back, a line was written: “My daughter, one hundred days old, photographed at the foot of Yin Mountain.” Only then did I realize my master had been lying to me for twenty-two years. I wasn't an orphan. I came from a family that the metaphysical world had kept hidden for two thousand years. From then on, I hunted ghosts, told fortunes, and broke Feng Shui curses, becoming legendary along the way. But every time I thought I'd grown strong enough, someone would whisper in my ear: “Stop investigating.” “If you keep digging, you'll die.” But, sorry, I'm the rebellious sort by nature. The more you tell me not to investigate, the more determined I am to turn Yin Mountain upside down. After all: “I don't care who you are. If you cause trouble in my livestream, I'll send you to the underworld for tea.”