My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 24

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"Woo woo, I always wanted to raise a guinea pig before, but I heard that guinea pigs are a scam and will still grow up. Now my dream is shattered. Can't I raise pigs online?"

"Yes, the pig spirit can also control its size. It has always been so small, it's simply too perfect. Please let the pig appear on camera."

Jiang Yiqing: "..."

He really didn't understand this group of people. Weren't they the ones who said they were scared before? And now, they kept calling it "Little Piggy" like it was nothing. Did they forget how massive that pig spirit was? How did they even come up with such a cutesy nickname?

If the viewers in the livestream heard Jiang Yiqing's thoughts, they would definitely respond—sure, they were scared before, but now that they were safely behind a screen, what was there to be afraid of?

Besides, looking at the little piglet, which was only the length of a human arm, it was hard to feel any real fear, even knowing its true nature.

In the end, the viewers were overwhelmingly demanding that the pig demon make an appearance on camera.

Jiang Yiqing: "..."

I really don't understand you people.

But since it was just a matter of letting the pig spirit appear on camera, it wasn't a big deal. Without hesitation, Jiang Yiqing immediately took advantage of the situation, looking down at the pig spirit and saying, "Push a stool over here, find a taller one."

The pig spirit, having roughly grasped the situation from Jiang Yiqing's words, was utterly bewildered. Those humans actually thought it was... cute?!

For three hundred years, the only thing that the pig spirit was praised for was "This pig is so fat, it looks delicious." It didn't want this praise anyway, and it hated the humans who coveted its body even more, but now, someone actually praised it for being cute.

Humph, it didn't care.

As the pig spirit thought, he honestly pushed a high stool over with its hooves, then jumped on the stool and looked at the computer screen in a squirm.

"The piggy is so smart, I want to keep such a pet."

Jiang Yiqing: "..."

He had to remind, "Because it's a pig spirit." How could anyone want to keep a pig spirit as a pet!

"Oh, Qingqing, we know, but who doesn't want to keep a pet that doesn't grow up, is cute, and is smart? Pigs are perfect."

"By the way, Qingqing, does the pig have a name?"

Jiang Yiqing thought about it, and he really didn't notice, "No name, right? You can call it a pig spirit."

The barrage: "..."

"Isn't the name of the pig spirit too careless?"

"That's right, Qingqing, now the pig is your pet after all, you have to give it a name seriously, otherwise the pig will be sad."

The pig demon on the side couldn't read, so it just grunted twice in response to Jiang Yiqing's words.

Jiang Yiqing snapped out of his speechlessness and translated, "Oh, it says it has a name—Pig King. You can call it 'Da Wang.'"

"Hahaha, the little pig is actually kind of adorable! It even dreams of being a king."

"Alright then, as you wish—Da Wang!"

(*Da Wang (大王): Great King.)

No one connected at this moment, so Jiang Yiqing was not in a hurry, chatting with netizens.

Originally thought that it would take a long time for someone to come like the previous two days, but unexpectedly, the connection request came very quickly today.

Oh, right—since Yan Yu's reading yesterday had completed the first three free divinations, any further readings now required a payment of 3,000 per session.

Otherwise, Jiang Yiqing would constantly have to worry about when the payment would come through.

The caller this time had already paid, so Jiang Yiqing approved the request.

Soon, the screen split in half, and a middle-aged man appeared on the other side. He seemed to be in an office, dressed in a suit, exuding the air of a successful businessman.

Of course, if one ignored his messy balding head, slightly crooked suit, and the massive dark circles under his eyes, he did still somewhat resemble a successful businessman.

Jiang Yiqing raised an eyebrow slightly, "Sir, it seems like you've been facing some problems lately."

The man immediately looked at Jiang Yiqing, his previously dejected expression lighting up with newfound hope, "Master, how did you know?"

"Uh... this is obvious, okay?" Jiang Yiqing looked at the middle-aged man's embarrassed look, and said, "If you didn't encounter any problems, you wouldn't come to me."

The man: "..." It seemed to make sense, and he was happy for nothing.

The middle-aged man's name was Zhuang Kangyu. He was in his 50s, had a happy family, and had founded a successful company. He could be considered a successful person.

Originally three months ago, he didn't have any worries. The biggest worry every day was probably that his wife didn't let him smoke or drink, and she thought he was ugly. He even planned to go for hair transplantation.

However, all the turning points happened on an ordinary afternoon. Zhuang Kangyu fell for no reason and started to have all kinds of bad luck.

After his fall hadn't fully healed, he kept getting injured in various ways, leaving him utterly exhausted both physically and mentally. He had endured all of that, but what truly unsettled him was that, for some unknown reason, his wife and daughter also started experiencing bouts of bad luck whenever they were around him.

Though not as severe as his own misfortunes, the incidents were alarming—his daughter had nearly gotten into a car accident just the other day. After that, Zhuang Kangyu was so scared that he dared not go home, fearing that something would really happen to his family.

However, not only at home, but also in the company, several big orders were inexplicably broken down for various reasons.

If Zhuang Kangyu still thought it was just bad luck at this time, then he was really stupid.

He noticed something was wrong, and first went to the temple to burn incense, but on the way back from burning incense, he was bitten by a wild dog again.

That was to say, how could there be stray dogs in such a remote wilderness?!

It seemed that even offering incense didn't help. Zhuang Kangyu had sought out masters to perform rituals, but after going to several of them, nothing had worked.

Just this morning, Zhuang Kangyu had completely collapsed. If this continued, either the company would fail first or he would die first.

Just then, his daughter called him excitedly, "Dad, please download Miaomiao Livestream."

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