Volume One, Chapter 10: Three Divinations a Day
As expected, Lin Mianmian was still affected by the villa district's formation. First her memories faded, and finally her soul dissolved, never to reincarnate again. Yet, everyone has their own fate; Su Tong would not forcefully intervene.
She waved at Lin Mianmian, “Go on, then.”
Lin Mianmian’s ghostly face nearly split apart in disbelief. “That’s it? You won’t help me find my brother, or send me to reincarnation?”
Su Tong looked at her, puzzled. “Why should I help you?”
“Aren’t you a mystical arts practitioner? I saw you casting spells just now,” Lin Mianmian said, gesturing with her hands.
Su Tong shot her a glance. “There are so many ghosts in this world. If I helped every one I saw, or captured every one, I’d never have a moment’s rest.”
She paused, then added, “Of course, if I come across wicked ghosts, I will deal with them.”
She turned and pointed at the middle-aged male ghost. “For example, him. In life, he forced himself on many women, and even in death his vile nature hasn’t changed—he continues to do evil. I will capture him.”
The middle-aged male ghost shivered, his eyes full of terror, begging desperately for mercy. “Master, please spare me! I know I was wrong. Please be magnanimous and let me go this once—I swear I’ll never dare again.”
If he could move, he’d probably be kneeling before Su Tong.
Su Tong’s expression remained stern; his pleas did not soften her heart. She seized the ghost by the neck, formed a seal with her fingers, and recited an incantation.
The words transformed into golden light, flooding into the ghost’s body. He writhed in pain and let out piercing screams, unable to escape the binding force.
Soon, the golden light consumed him, and finally vanished into the world.
Witnessing this, Lin Mianmian trembled, not daring to make a sound, fearing Su Tong might extinguish her just as easily.
Having dealt with the male ghost, Su Tong smoothed her hair and turned to Lin Mianmian. “Why are you still here?”
Lin Mianmian felt as if she’d received a pardon, and hurriedly floated toward the exit of the Xiao family villa. Yet, just as she reached the door, she floated back, opened her mouth but said nothing, and simply lowered her head to follow Su Tong.
Su Tong looked skyward in exasperation. “What do you want now?”
Lin Mianmian fidgeted with her fingers and finally spoke after much hesitation. “I don’t want to wait anymore. Could you send me to reincarnation?”
Afraid Su Tong would refuse, she quickly added, “I can send a dream to my mother, asking her to give you money.”
Her expression was pitiful and cautious, but Su Tong still shook her head firmly. “No.”
Lin Mianmian’s gaze dimmed at once, tears welling in her eyes.
“Do you think my mother won’t pay you?”
Su Tong nodded.
She then glanced at the merit light shining on Lin Mianmian, considering for a moment. “If I send you to reincarnation, you must give me a merit.”
Lin Mianmian’s eyes lit up. “If I have merit, I’m willing to give it to you.”
The deal was struck.
Su Tong formed a seal and recited an incantation. “Heaven and earth boundless, heed my command—open the gates of the underworld!”
As she finished, the air grew colder.
Lin Mianmian felt it keenly—a surge of yin energy, accompanied by a pulling force.
Soon, a great door opened in the void.
Lin Mianmian showed both joy and fear, wary of the underworld.
Su Tong gently pushed her. “Go on. Your kind heart and merit light will ensure you enter a happy family in your next life.”
“Thank you.”
Lin Mianmian glanced back at Su Tong, then was drawn into the ghost gate.
At the same time, a merit light landed in Su Tong’s hand.
Half of the merit dissolved into the world, erasing karma; the other half remained with her.
Merit: -9996.5
Su Tong sighed to the heavens. Earning merit was truly difficult!
“Old witch calling, old witch calling!”
This was the ringtone Su Tong had specially set for Shen Xianglan.
She answered, and Shen Xianglan’s lofty voice came through. “See you tomorrow at 10 a.m. at the registry office. Move your household registration out as soon as possible. From now on, you have nothing to do with the Su family.”
With that, Shen Xianglan hung up before Su Tong could reply.
Su Tong put away her phone, rolling her eyes inwardly—Shen Xianglan was as arrogant as ever.
But she wanted to move out quickly herself. She’d go to the registry office tomorrow.
Back in her room, Su Tong checked the time: 19:30.
She planned to start her livestream at 8 p.m., leaving half an hour to prepare.
She changed into a newly bought pale yellow dress from the mall.
The puffed sleeves made her look sweet and cute, while the off-shoulder style added a hint of allure.
She was naturally sweet and lovely; dressed this way, she radiated both purity and charm, making her even more captivating.
Su Tong thought her first livestream, in the niche mystical arts and supernatural category, might not attract many viewers.
She decided to use her beauty as a lure to draw them in first. Some might come for her looks at first, but later, they could become clients.
At eight sharp, Su Tong began her stream.
The room was titled: Three Divinations a Day.
As expected, only a few dozen viewers arrived within the first few minutes, all drawn by her looks.
momo: [Wow, a mystical arts streamer this pretty—beats those so-called beauty streamers!]
Lazy Fish Not Idle: [What’s this? She’s so gorgeous, but she’s a mystical arts streamer? Did she pick the wrong category?]
mimi: [Streamer, forget fortune-telling, do a sexy dance and I’ll send gifts!]
Su Tong read the comments, keeping a gentle smile.
She took the opportunity to familiarize herself with the streaming rules.
Once she’d gotten the hang of it, Su Tong spoke: “Welcome to my stream. Three Divinations a Day—a fairy tale castle per divination. Once I finish, I end the stream; if not, I’ll end at ten regardless.”
Lazy Fish Not Idle: [Wow, a fairy tale castle costs 2,999 yuan—what a rip-off!]
momo: [Streamer looks so young. Are you even of age?]
Gentle Breeze: [All fortune-tellers are old, but this streamer looks so young—she must be a fraud.]
In her previous life in the mystical realm, many doubted her because of her age, taking her for a charlatan.
No matter. Fortune-telling is also about fate.
Su Tong poured herself a cup of tea, calmly took a sip, and replied, “I am of age. This is my first stream, and the price is discounted—first come, first served.”
No one asked for a reading; most urged her to sing or dance, promising gifts.
Su Tong smiled, sipped her tea, and ignored them.
After more than ten minutes, suddenly a fairy tale castle effect appeared on the screen.
[Southeast Northwest sent a fairy tale castle x1.]
momo: [?? This guy must have sent it for the streamer’s looks, definitely not for a fortune-telling.]
Gentle Breeze: [+1, or it’s the streamer’s own shill.]
Su Tong ignored the comments and invited Southeast Northwest to a video call.
Soon, a dog appeared on the right side of the screen.
Su Tong: “?”