With Ye Zhishu’s sharp command, the viewers only saw static flicker across the screen again. The next second, the man chasing Li Hui swung his iron hook—and suddenly his body went limp, like a balloon that had been deflated.
After a brief moment of stiffness, he collapsed to the ground with a soft thud.
The iron hook in his hand clattered to the floor with a crisp sound.
Li Hui froze mid-step at the noise.
“All done.”
“Done?”
Li Hui swallowed hard and slowly turned around. Seeing the man lying on the ground, tattered and beaten, he finally exhaled in relief.
【Heaven knows, that hook was only 0.01 millimeters from Li-ge! If it had been one second later, Li-ge would have become the first person ever killed live on stream!】
Li Hui’s limbs went weak as he caught sight of the comment.
A shiver ran down his spine.
Just a hair’s breadth… and he would have lost his life.
Surviving this ordeal,
Li Hui almost wanted to cry. But seeing that he was still live, he held it in, tears of gratitude streaming in his eyes as he looked at Ye Zhishu on the screen.
“Thank you, Great Mountain God, for saving my life!”
Only Li Hui himself knew what he had gone through in those few minutes of the livestream incident.
Hearing him say this, the viewers were even more confused.
Wasn’t Li Hui saved because the man chasing him suddenly fell ill? It looked like a heart attack!
But Li Hui’s sincere demeanor made the viewers suspect there was something else they didn’t know.
【Could it be… that this little girl really has some power?】
【If this isn’t a prank, then Li-ge really almost died, and that over-the-top line from the little Mountain God actually saved him… Whoa! Little Mountain God, can you read my fortune? I’m over thirty and never had a girlfriend!】
【I-I-I! Great Mountain God, I don’t want romance, I just want to know—can I finally pass this year’s exams?】
【Please, Great Mountain God, let me make it to the interview for the civil service exam this year!】
【…】
Almost instantly,
Ye Zhishu’s followers surged past fifty thousand.
Seeing the rapid increase, the corners of Ye Zhishu’s lips curled into a deeper smile as her fingertips lightly tapped on the table.
“Li-ge, did you forget something?”
Two minutes remained before the PK ended.
Li Hui, who had just caught his breath: …
“Of course not, Little Mountain God.”
He wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced at the PK progress bar, nearly going pale again.
Earlier, he had been thrilled by the gifts from fans—but now, seeing the scoreboard, his heart sank.
Currently, the gift PK stood at: 1,345 : 158,931.
Knowing that one Daxia coin could be exchanged for ten Dou coins,
Li Hui’s hand shook as he quickly logged into a secondary account and began furiously tapping the screen in Ye Zhishu’s livestream.
With time pressing, he chose the most expensive gift to send repeatedly.
【Li-ge is entering the livestream】
【Li-ge sends the “Carnival” gift *1】 (30,000 Dou coins)
【Li-ge sends the “Carnival” gift *2】
【Li-ge sends the “Carnival” gift… *20】
【Huh? Who’s this big spender?】
【Big spender? This is Li-ge’s alternate account! Wait, Li-ge, why are you betraying your own friends during PK?】
【Could it be that Li-ge made some secret deal with the Mountain God girl behind his friends’ backs?】
Li Hui’s fingers were about to break from tapping.
The “sneaky” fans saw him using a secondary account to gift Ye Zhishu. They didn’t help, they just egged him on, flooding her livestream with gifts themselves.
Only after Li Hui sent twenty “Carnival” gifts did Ye Zhishu finally win the PK.
“Little Mountain God, you won.”
Li Hui smiled obsequiously. “By the way, check your private messages.”
He had sent his contact information backstage to Ye Zhishu. Ten thousand yuan to save his life? Worth every penny.
“Okay.”
Ye Zhishu nodded. WeChat quickly connected them.
After leaving the factory, Li Hui immediately reunited with his team. This time, he had also hired two bodyguards. And by the time he exited, the staff had already reported the incident to the police.
Because of tonight’s mishap, his followers skyrocketed by a hundred thousand, reaching six hundred thousand, and the livestream’s online viewers hit one million.
That ten thousand yuan really was money well spent.
He watched his balance jump from 134.21 to 100,134.21.
Ye Zhishu’s lips curved in a satisfied smile.
Six months ago, the original owner’s mother died in an accident. Within a month, the stepmother, Yi Lan, used her pregnancy to successfully marry the original owner’s father, Ye Zhikuan, becoming the legitimate Madame Ye.
With a stepmother came a stepfather.
Since the stepmother and her daughter Ye Wanqing joined the Ye family, conflicts with the original owner escalated.
The most recent incident, where the stepmother tried to push the original owner down the stairs, almost causing a miscarriage, led Ye Zhikuan to sever all ties and kick her out, cutting off all financial support.
The original owner, only twenty-two and freshly graduated from college, suddenly went from a wealthy young lady to having nothing: work failures, no friends, collapsing living standards. After a month, she could no longer bear it and ended her life in the bathtub.
All that remained for Ye Zhishu were the 134.21 balance and a month’s rent due.
This was also why Ye Zhishu had chosen livestream fortune-telling.
Fast money.
Even as a sect leader of the mystic world, Ye Zhishu never imagined she would one day worry about food and rent.
Now, she saw that the internet didn’t lie—livestream fortune-telling was truly lucrative!
“Little Mountain God, since you’re new, if you don’t understand anything about livestreaming, feel free to ask me anytime.”
After the PK victory, the livestream connection didn’t break.
Li Hui sat in the staff tent, smiling at Ye Zhishu.
Besides gratitude, he had other thoughts.
This little Mountain God may be young, but she was really capable. Li Hui, as the one who experienced it firsthand, knew best: if Ye Zhishu hadn’t acted in time, he might have died inside that factory.
So,
Li Hui was willing to treat Ye Zhishu well—just in case something else happened later, it would be easier to deal with someone he already knew.
“Sure.”
Ye Zhishu could naturally see Li Hui’s intentions and didn’t object.
The wail of police sirens rose in the distance. He checked the online viewer count—many—but he had nothing more to show. He thought for a moment and asked: “Little Mountain God, are you going to PK again? I see you’re already eighth on the rookie leaderboard.”
Hearing this, Ye Zhishu paused.
She realized that, at some point, her livestream had indeed earned her a rookie leaderboard badge in the top ten.
She clicked the explanation beside it, and a trace of understanding flashed in her eyes.
The DouDou rookie leaderboard updates daily, tracking the revenue generated in the livestreams of newly registered streamers.
Ye Zhishu had registered and started her livestream just before eleven at night. Her current revenue in the livestream was slightly over 60,000 Dou coins—60,000 of which came from Li Hui’s gifts.