I Rule Fortune-Telling Livestreams-Chapter 151: Plagued by Bad Luck

At this point, a batch of nude photos had already been exposed online, but Zhou Lun tried to argue that the women were all his girlfriends.

This was the last straw. The fans he had drugged and raped could no longer stay silent and began reporting him to the police one after another.

The police were also highly efficient. They quickly searched Zhou Lun’s home and found a large collection of nude photos and several videos of him with the girls.

He had originally used these to blackmail the women, but now, the videos and photos had become irrefutable evidence.

The police took him away on the spot and sent him off to prison.

Zhou Lun’s career had completely imploded, and in a way that was utterly beyond saving.

The show *Qing Qing Wo Wo* was about to premiere, but Zhou Lun’s sudden scandal meant there was now an open spot on the variety show.

The production team was furious. They immediately went to Joy Entertainment, demanding an explanation and compensation for breach of contract.

Joy Entertainment was a major company. Realizing Zhou Lun’s career was unsalvageable, they quickly found a new starlet to take his place on the show.

At first, the production team refused to accept a newcomer, fearing she wouldn’t have enough of a following to carry the show.

But later, through some unknown means employed by Joy Entertainment, this completely unknown rookie managed to get on the *Qing Qing Wo Wo* cast.

One juicy story after another broke online, and netizens soon forgot about the sissy who had challenged Shen Zhiyao to predict the weather.

Initially, netizens thought Shen Zhiyao’s divination was wrong. The sissy seized the opportunity to gain a huge amount of traffic, landing many advertisements and endorsements.

In the last few days, his Weibo has gone silent. He was just hoping everyone would quickly forget the whole incident.

Anyone might forget, but Shen Zhiyao’s fans never would.

Whenever they had a free moment, they would tag him on Weibo, demanding he pay the divination fee as promised and get another reading.

The sissy ignored them all.

A thousand yuan wasn’t a lot of money to him, but he just didn’t want to pay it.

’Besides, I’m just an internet troll. No one can find me anyway.’

’Let the haters hate. It’s not like I’ll lose a piece of flesh over it.’

He even fantasized that after the storm blew over, he could go back to his previous sponsors to continue their collaborations and keep raking in the cash.

But what he didn’t know was that the moment he decided to go back on his word, his agreement with Shen Zhiyao had already begun to take effect.

That afternoon, he had just taken a single step outside when he slipped on a banana peel and fell flat on his face.

That evening, he was boiling water. As he went to pour it, the kettle suddenly exploded, splashing scalding water all over him.

In an instant, large areas of his body were burned, and he couldn’t move.

That same night, a burglar broke into his home. He wanted to stop them, but he was completely unable to move.

He could only watch helplessly as the thief cleaned out his entire apartment.

The next day, as he was complaining about his bad luck, he saw that someone had tagged him on Weibo:

[@TheSissy, I’d advise you not to owe Shen Zhiyao money. She’s a real divination master. Anyone who owes her money gets cursed with bad luck. You’d better go find Shen Zhiyao and fulfill your promise, or your bad luck will never end.]

The sissy was startled when he saw this message. He remembered what Shen Zhiyao had said when they were on the call: if he went back on his word, he would be plagued by bad luck...

’So that’s why I’ve been so unlucky...’

Terrified, the sissy scrambled to pull out his phone to pay Shen Zhiyao the divination fee and get another reading, only to realize that Shen Zhiyao wasn’t currently streaming.

This meant he would have to endure a few more hours of bad luck...

At noon, 12 PM, Shen Zhiyao started her stream as scheduled, waiting for Wang Fugui to connect.

Soon enough, Wang Fugui opened his phone and connected to Shen Zhiyao’s livestream.

As soon as the stream started, the viewer count began to climb rapidly:

[Here we go! Here we go! I was so excited for the follow-up I couldn’t sleep all night, and now it’s finally here!]

[What a coincidence, I was too excited to sleep too! But then I got chills down my spine, felt like Ms. Cao was right next to me...]

[What are you guys so scared of? Aren’t you curious about what happens next?]

[Exactly! Ms. Cao is in a hurry to find her husband, she’s not going to bother with you!]

Wang Fugui was a little scared, but he was more determined to help Ms. Cao fulfill her dream of seeing her husband sooner.

"Host, why hasn’t Ms. Cao shown up yet? We’re almost out of time."

Shen Zhiyao said, "It’s 11 AM now. The sun’s energy is at its peak, and her yin energy is weak. Go to her grave to pick her up. Remember to bring an umbrella."

"I have to pick her up?" Wang Fugui was stunned. He didn’t even know where Ms. Cao’s grave was. How was he supposed to find her!

So, he took an umbrella and followed the address Shen Zhiyao gave him, walking to the grave to meet Ms. Cao.

As he got closer, he saw that Ms. Cao’s grave was overgrown with weeds. If it weren’t for the tombstone, he wouldn’t have even realized it was a grave at all.

As for offerings and the like, there were none.

Wang Fugui was shocked. "How could a martyr be buried here? Why is there no one to tend to her grave? If word of this got out, it would be truly disheartening for the whole country..."

Shen Zhiyao explained, "Her husband went abroad right after they married, and she passed away not long after he left. They never had any children. Her colleagues erected her tombstone, but no one has taken care of it all these years. She was buried here at her own request, because it was a convenient spot to look out toward Matun, toward her husband."

Even in death, she wanted to remain in her homeland, waiting for her love to return.

The viewers in the livestream were all moved by this sentiment.

[Bro, tell me where Ms. Cao is buried. I want to go find her.]

[My hometown is near the sea, so it should be close to me. Is it the sea near Matun?]

[Bro, I’m begging you, please send me the location! I have to go see it!]

[I want to go too!]

Just as Wang Fugui was about to speak, he suddenly felt a chill run through his body.

His expression became serene as he said, "Thank you all for your concern. I have been doing very well all these years. There is no need for everyone to trouble themselves."

When Wang Fugui came to his senses, he was stunned. "What happened? Did I just say that?"

Shen Zhiyao explained, "That was Ms. Cao speaking her mind. She just said that she is fine and doesn’t need them to visit her. She didn’t say anything else."

Wang Fugui was scared stiff. "No wonder I felt a chill down my spine just now! If it was Ms. Cao, then that makes sense. I’m just a little scared, that’s all."

"It’s alright. She just wants to see the person she has longed for day and night. After you take her there tomorrow, she will enter the cycle of reincarnation."

"I’m a little scared. What should I do?"

"Young man, I don’t want your body, what are you afraid of? Alright, it’s getting late. Let’s hurry to Mengjin Matun!"

The same person was speaking, but one voice was trembling with fear, while the other was calm and composed.

To an unknowing observer, it would have really seemed like Wang Fugui had schizophrenia.

Things having come to this, Wang Fugui could only bite the bullet and head toward Mengjin Matun.

Perhaps because he was so eager to fulfill Cao Guifang’s dream, he slammed on the gas and sped toward Mengjin Matun.