13.
Once the video connected, [Dog Killer] appeared on the livestream screen.
He was a little chubby, with short hair, and looked about seventeen or eighteen. He flopped onto the bed and smiled at the fans in the livestream.
“Hi, big sis! Hello, everyone in the livestream!”
I said nothing, only gazing at him impassively.
The fans in the livestream had been chatting enthusiastically with him, but the moment they saw my icy gaze, they all fell silent.
[I've never seen the host look like that before…]
[The host's eyes are so cold today…]
[Come to think of it, even when we connected with Old Kim Fights Cancer last time, the host never looked this cold.]
[Don't say that. I've learned a lot about physiognomy from the host lately. Dog Killer's face looks downright vicious!]
Dog Killer smiled cheerfully. “Big sis, why don't you ask what I want you to look at?”
“Big sis, I want you to read my love life.”
I said coldly, “All the evil in this world is laid bare on you…”
“A low, narrow forehead, an overly flat crown, triangular eyes, excessively high cheekbones, and a blood mark between your brows—you've killed someone!”
Dog Killer smiled and nodded. “Big sis, your reading is spot-on. I killed someone when I was thirteen. But don't worry, I've turned over a new leaf. I only came to your livestream today to find a soulmate.”
[???]
[He killed someone??? And now he's looking for love???]
[What a psychopath!!!]
[This man is disgusting! And he can still smile!!!]
[I found an article about him online. His name is Đổng Lương, and he killed a little girl when he was only thirteen!]
[The most disgusting part is that he actually used his victim's picture as his profile photo!!!]
[I'm losing my mind!!!]
[Trash! Scum!]
[Everyone, look at his username! Isn't he an animal???]
[I hope that little girl turns into a vengeful ghost and kills him!]
Đổng Lương watched the stream of insults on the screen and grinned from ear to ear. “You look just like a pack of dogs when you're worried and angry!”
“That little brat turned into a ghost? Great. Tell her to come on over… I'm an adult now, and killing people is illegal, but killing ghosts isn't. That'll give me something fun to do!”
“My parents paid the girl's family millions! They should get down on their knees and thank me for taking their family to the pinnacle of life!”
“Come on! I'll show you dogs what money and power can do. This is my family's villa.”
With that, Đổng Lương took out his phone and started filming his house.
Đổng Lương was on the villa's second floor. I looked at the staircase shown in the video and said coldly, “Go downstairs and take a look.”
Đổng Lương went downstairs, smiling. “Sis, if you want, you can come over to my place. I'll make sure you have a good time! Hehe…”
My voice was cold as if it came from the depths of hell. “There won't be another chance. You're about to die.”
As soon as I finished speaking, Đổng Lương stepped into empty air and tumbled straight down.
14.
With a loud thud, the back of Đổng Lương's head slammed into the stairs, and blood began to stream from his head.
But his phone had become wedged in an odd spot on the staircase, and the livestream continued.
When a servant found Đổng Lương lying there, they called 120.
Lying on the stairs, Đổng Lương still couldn't resist taunting me. “You can't kill me. My family has money and influence in Giang Thành, so I can get the best medical care!”
I ignored him and said to the livestream audience, “Didn't you want to see me dance before? Today's my last day doing fortune-telling live, so I'll ‘dance’ a little for you!”
With no music or rhythm, I began stepping forward.
Step forward once, step forward once; step back once, step back once.
“Five Emperors, Five Dragons, bring down light and command the wind.
Spread blessings and rain, assist the Thunder God. Four lakes and five seas, gather the waters as one.
By divine talisman's command, all streams obey.
Should anyone dare defy it, the Thunder Court will not permit it.
Let the wind come, let the rain rise!”
As soon as my “dance” ended, the sound of rain could be heard through the villa's clear glass windows.
A downpour and fierce winds had arrived.
Đổng Lương stared out the window in disbelief. “You bitch! What did you do?”
Then an emergency weather alert came on Đổng Lương's television.
“Hello, viewers. Emergency alert: A Category 12 typhoon and heavy rain are expected near Changning Street in Giang Thành within the next hour. Traffic controls are about to be put in place. Please travel safely.”
Clutching his head, Đổng Lương screamed at the servant, “Call my parents! Tell them to get me to the hospital!”
He glared contemptuously at the screen. “You think you can trap me like this? You have no idea what money can do!”
But he waited nearly half an hour and still no ambulance or parents arrived.
The livestream chat erupted with cheers.
[Serves him right!]
[What goes around comes around—karma!]
[It's so satisfying to watch him wait for death!]
Just as Đổng Lương was about to pass out from blood loss, the storm suddenly stopped without warning.
I looked up at the sky outside the window…
Someone from the Taoist sect must have intervened. Otherwise, my spell could have lasted at least an hour.
“Ding…”
A message arrived on my little pink flip phone. It was from my master.
[Vũ Liên, don't do anything foolish… or it could backfire, or even cost you your life.]
I folded my phone shut.
15.
When I looked back at the livestream, Đổng Lương had been carried onto a helicopter.
His face was deathly pale, but he was still incredibly arrogant.
“In ten minutes, I'll be in the operating room of Giang Thành's top international hospital. As long as I don't want to die, even the King of Hell can't do a thing to me! Ha ha ha ha… Goodbye, loser!”
With that, he hung up.
The atmosphere in the livestream suddenly turned somber.
[What a pest—he just won't die!]
[This bastard is a sociopath!]
[Maybe the surgery will fail!]
[Sigh… There’s not much chance of that! The hospital he mentioned is the best international hospital in the country. Many of its doctors were recruited from major hospitals in the US and Germany.]
I didn’t end the livestream. Instead, I took my phone outside and hailed a taxi by the road.
“Take me to the best international hospital in Giang Thành.”
About twenty minutes later, I arrived at the emergency room where Đổng Lương was.
A middle-aged couple who looked a lot like Đổng Lương paced anxiously outside.
I opened my celestial eye!
In the operating room, the anesthesiologist was preparing to put Đổng Lương under.
I found a bench and sat down. The livestream still had sixty thousand viewers.
“Does anyone know what this saying means: ‘The good live on, the wicked die; good and evil both come from within’?”
[No idea.]
[I think I know, but then again, maybe I don’t…]
[What do you mean, streamer?]
I pointed the camera at the operating-room door. A foreign doctor came out and spoke fluent Chinese.
“Are you Đổng Lương’s family? The equipment in this operating room has malfunctioned and won’t turn on.”
“But please don’t worry. We’ve moved Đổng Lương to a backup operating room.”
Before they could finish speaking, another nurse came out of the room.
“Dr. Walker, the equipment in the backup operating room still won’t turn on. And…”
Đổng Lương’s parents asked anxiously, “What else? Tell me quickly!”
The nurse glanced at Dr. Walker. He nodded, and she continued, “And we’ve noticed that as soon as we move the patient out of this operating room, the equipment inside starts working again.”
Đổng Lương’s mother’s eyes were red with worry. She shouted, “Then move Đổng Lương back into this operating room!”
The nurse took a frightened step back. “We’ve tried. Whenever he comes back into this operating room, the equipment won’t turn on.”
“What kind of hellhole hospital is this? We need to transfer him!”
As soon as Đổng Lương’s mother finished speaking, the operating-room door opened again.
“Dr. Walker, the patient has stopped breathing…”
Not long afterward, Dr. Walker announced that Đổng Lương had died at 12:18.
Five years ago, on December 18, that bastard killed a nine-year-old girl.
I suppressed the sweetness rising in my throat, then turned the camera back toward myself. “Do you see? This is what that saying means!”
“When you’re a good person, your mind and body will be at peace. Do good deeds, and Heaven and Earth will bear witness; even ghosts and spirits will respect you.”
16.
Every feast in the world must come to an end!
The task of reading ten fortunes was complete, too.
I waved goodbye to the fans in the livestream. “I’m ending the stream now. Maybe we’ll meet again if fate allows.”
I turned off my phone, sat on the bench with my eyes closed for a while, then slowly opened them.
A figure in indigo robes appeared before me. It was my master.
“Vũ Liên, why did you do this? That beast had seventy years left to live. By doing this, you’ve had to repay him those seventy years!”
The skin on my body began to visibly age, and my hair started turning gray.
Another figure in indigo robes appeared. It was my junior fellow disciple.
“Junior brother, have you come to see me one last time?”
My junior brother rolled his eyes. “Master, Senior Sister! Stop acting! Figure out how you’re going to explain this to the association’s Daoist master!”
My master snorted. “What’s there to explain? Didn’t Vũ Liên repay him for those seventy years of life?”
I snorted, too. “That’s right! Seventy years of life—look at my fingernails. They’ve lost their shine! No, I have to calculate how many years I have left!”
I pulled a calculator out of my little bag and punched in the numbers.
A pleasant electronic voice rang out: “Back to zero.”
“Nine thousand seven hundred seventy-three minus seventy equals…”
—THE END—