In the live stream, Jia Xiaoyu’s expression clearly showed a moment of panic.
Soon, she gave an awkward smile: “Are you a hater? If you’re going to spread rumors, bring proof.”
At the same time.
Jia Xiaoyu’s comment section began to flood.
【Haters get out!】
Shen Wangshu, however, remained completely unruffled. She pulled Gu Qingyan’s jacket tighter around herself: “Jia Xiaoyu, I advise you to admit what you’ve done within five minutes. Otherwise, you will face a great disaster, and not even the gods will be able to save you.”
These words made Jia Xiaoyu roll her eyes, and she directly ended the live connection with Shen Wangshu.
After Jia Xiaoyu hung up, her fans all rushed to comfort her.
【Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, don’t mind people like her. She’s just trying to grab attention and ride on your fame.】
【Exactly. And what’s this ‘great disaster’ nonsense? What era are we in, still believing in this stuff?】
【That Xuanyue is streaming now. Let’s form a group and go trash-talk him.】
Shen Wangshu had indeed started a live stream. She wore a faceless man mask, and in front of her sat a countdown timer.
She didn’t speak, facing the flood of insults pouring in.
She silently curled her fingers, gathering the Resentment Energy formed from all the malice.
Where there is Merit, there will naturally be Resentment Energy.
All things in the world complement each other.
Gu Lingyun’s body trembled like a leaf in a storm.
Besides that corpse-like thing that kept scaring him from time to time, he also saw black mist-like substances materializing out of thin air in the room.
All of these things drifted toward Shen Wangshu’s fingers, and she rolled them up like she was winding yarn.
He felt like his heart was about to stop.
When the countdown on Shen Wangshu’s computer screen hit zero, she waved her slender hand at the ball of black mist-like substance, and it vanished into thin air.
Jia Xiaoyu was still comforting her fans, saying things like “don’t bother with people like her” and so on.
As she spoke, she took a bite of her salad.
Suddenly, the backlight stand came crashing down, striking her on the head. Her head dropped downward, and the fork in her hand instantly stabbed into her.
The last thing shown on the live stream was Jia Xiaoyu’s incredulous, wide-open eyes, and the blood gushing forth.
Shen Wangshu’s live stream went viral.
#Great Disaster Within Five Minutes#
#Xuanyue, Curse#
#Jia Xiaoyu Bullying#
Every single one of these hashtags was followed by an “explosive” tag.
Because of the massive impact, Shen Wangshu’s live stream was shut down.
She didn’t care. She turned off her computer, and only then regretfully took off Gu Qingyan’s jacket.
The spiritual providence remaining on it had already been completely offset by the Resentment Energy from earlier.
Only then did Shen Wangshu look at the dumbfounded Gu Lingyun.
She even thoughtfully greeted him: “Hi.”
Gu Lingyun stared blankly at Shen Wangshu.
Shen Wangshu smiled: “You can speak now.”
Gu Lingyun wanted to say something, but he couldn’t get a word out. Tonight had been far too stimulating for him—his heart had been pounding like a drum without stopping.
When Tao Ke floated in front of him again, showing that bloody, mangled face, Gu Lingyun’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Early the next morning.
Gu Lingyun woke up in his own room.
Everything he had experienced last night felt like it had just happened.
Gu Lingyun sat on his bed, dazed for a while. His subconscious tried to convince him that it must have been a dream.
But his hand had already picked up his phone, searching for what had happened yesterday.
After confirming it wasn’t a dream, Gu Lingyun’s face looked worse than if he’d eaten something foul.
Xuanyue’s live stream remained shut down.
Meanwhile, Jia Xiaoyu’s studio also issued a notice, stating they would send a lawyer’s letter to Xuanyue, and declaring that everything Xuanyue had said was false.
Whatever happened next didn’t matter.
The urgent matter at hand was that Gu Lingyun carefully racked his brain, trying to recall if he had ever offended Shen Wangshu in the past.
And then he realized.
Oh no.
He had called Shen Wangshu a charlatan.
Gu Lingyun played a sad song for himself.
Having offended a witch, he was in for a rough time from now on.
So sad.
So blue.
Gu Lingyun didn’t see any sign of Shen Wangshu at the Gu residence, and Gu Shaohua was nowhere to be found either.
He asked a servant.
The servant replied: “The Second Miss and Miss Shen went out early this morning.”
Gu Lingyun, afraid of seeing that floating, terrifying thing again at home, followed them out the door.
Then, he was caught by Duan Beiheng at their usual spot.
Duan Beiheng was accompanied by a very famous paparazzo. He was smoking a cigarette, with a half-smile: “Young Master Gu, what do we do? I’m out of money.”
Gu Lingyun’s face darkened.
That Shen Wangshu definitely had some kind of Jinx potential—twice she’d said he would lose money, and twice he’d lost money.
Shen Wangshu sneezed.
“Sorry, please continue.”
The Si family had come to make a scene.
Gu Shaohua was accompanying Shen Wangshu.
Si Zhiyong was shaking with rage, slamming his hand on the table: “Even if you dug up something that belongs to the state, if you’d just informed us, would we have refused to cooperate? Why did you have to blow up my Si family’s ancestral grave?”
Damn it.
That single rusty grenade had blown the entire ancestral grave on that prime feng shui land to smithereens.
That night, Si Yingchu had been acting like she was possessed, laughing foolishly nonstop.
She still hadn’t recovered.
They had already called in a master.
The master counted on his fingers, his expression drastically changing, and hastily waved his hand: “You have offended someone truly formidable. You’d better go and apologize at once, or your precious daughter will not be spared.”
With that, the master fled without even collecting his divination fee.
Si Zhiyong was now as angry as he could possibly be, venting all his resentment energy directly onto the culprit who had blown up his ancestral grave.
Then he saw his timid adopted daughter raise her hand.
What he disliked most was exactly this kind of cowering, good-for-nothing demeanor.
Shen Wangshu pretended to speak timidly: “Dad.”
The moment the word “Dad” was uttered, Si Zhiyong’s expression changed, and he suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to kneel, as if a weight were pressing down on his shoulders.
As if he could not bear such a form of address.
Then, with a loud thud, he sat down on the stool.
The commotion was tremendous.
Shen Wangshu continued: “The ancestral grave—I blew it up.”
His adopted daughter, who had always been so useless, uttered a sentence that sent Si Zhiyong into a fit of rage.
Si Zhiyong spat.
Blood sprayed all over the table.
Si Zhiyong pointed at Shen Wangshu: “You… you jinx! I raised you for so many years, and this is how you repay the Si family?”
Shen Wangshu looked very anxious. She grabbed a tissue and walked toward Si Zhiyong.
She called out again: “Dad.”
Si Zhiyong, unable to control himself, fell to his knees with a loud thud in front of Shen Wangshu.
Shen Wangshu blinked: “You’re spitting blood. Wipe it off. Don’t be angry anymore. I won’t blow anything up again.”
Unfilial brat!
You want there to be a next time?
Si Zhiyong spat out another mouthful of blood.
Then he clutched his chest and collapsed.
Shen Wangshu still held the tissue in her hand, looking at everyone innocently: “I didn’t do anything.”