The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 84

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The director glanced at the still-rolling cameras and panicked. Se quickly signaled the host to move on to the next segment.

"Alright, now that our guests and client have all met each other, it's time to start the competition!"

"Let's go with our client to check out his ancestral grave!"

The livestream cut to President Xiang, and Zhou Yu quickly scooted over to Yu Yuan, whispering curiously, "Master, why'd you say that about him just now?"

If it weren't for the fact that the person who called out President Xiang was his master, even Zhou Yu wouldn't have believed it.

His dad had worked with this President Xiang before, and from the start of that partnership, all he ever heard was endless praise. Supposedly, this guy was one of the rare few in the industry who kept himself clean, stayed loyal to his mentally ill wife, and had been involved in charity from way back—lots of rural elementary schools had his name behind them.

Even when his earliest business partners screwed him over, he still helped them out without hesitation when they ran into trouble later.

Someone like that just didn't match the "merciless and ruthless" description Master had just used.

"When you manage to draw qi into your body and can see the color of the spiritual energy on his face, you'll understand." Yu Yuan didn't say much more. She just gave him a look. "You can know someone's face, not their heart. Always keep your guard up, no matter who it is."

Because a lot of the time, the person who stabs you first is the one closest to you.

Hearing the phrase "draw qi into your body," Zhou Yu rubbed his nose and kept quiet.

He'd already been trying for two whole days, but for some reason—maybe he really just didn't have the talent—he still couldn't see a single trace of that so-called spiritual energy his master talked about.

Yu Yuan told him not to worry and to take his time, then followed the crew outside.

President Xiang's ancestral grave was in a pretty unusual spot—up on a small hill right behind his villa.

But by the time the whole crew got there, the place where there should've been a small mound had turned into a massive pit. The tombstone in front of the grave was shattered to bits, and the coffin in the hole was completely gone.

"Uh..." Fang Junyan stared at the terrain, caught off guard. "This feng shui setup... is this the 'Couple Bound by Misery' formation?"

"What?" Ge Anduo's voice suddenly shot up in pitch. The smile on her face slowly faded. "Brother Junyan, are you serious? This feng shui setup is really the 'Couple Bound by Misery' one?"

"'Couple Bound by Misery'?" Even the always-cold Huo Qianya couldn't help but blink, and a mocking smile crept onto her face. She looked at President Xiang, who had clenched his fists, with a smirk that didn't reach her eyes. "That kind of feng shui layout? President Xiang, you're really ruthless."

[Wait, what just happened?]

[What's the 'couple bound by misery' thing?? Why does that make him sound so evil??]

[Any feng shui experts in the chat? Please explain!]

Zhou Yu had the same question. He thought back to the feng shui book his master had tossed him earlier—it definitely hadn't mentioned anything like this. He asked, "Master, what does the 'couple bound by misery' formation mean?"

Yu Yuan looked up at President Xiang. "To put it plainly, it's when a married couple buries the one who dies first in a layout like this. All the sins committed by the person who's still alive get transferred to the one who passed, and on top of that, the dead person's energy feeds good luck back to the one who's still breathing. It's a really vicious kind of feng shui setup."

Yu Qingqing and her manager were both staring at the livestream room where Yu Yuan was broadcasting.

After a stretch of daily fortune-telling streams called "One Divination a Day," Yu Yuan had built up quite a fanbase.

Sure, he was still nowhere near the likes of the Celestial Master Hall guests, who boasted tens of millions of followers, but compared to the few demons' clan members who hadn't even cracked ten thousand, the two hundred thousand people in Yu Yuan's livestream room wasn't bad at all.

Listening to Yu Yuan's explanation on the stream, Yu Qingqing couldn't help but frown in horror. "Transferring a living person's sins onto someone who's already dead—and not just anyone, but their own partner in bed..."

Her beautiful little face turned pale as she glanced at her manager, who hadn't changed expression once. "What kind of evil, twisted feng shui setup is this?!"

The manager kept her eyes on the stream, not even blinking. "You'll get it after marriage beats you up a few times. These days, people sharing a bed but dreaming different dreams are everywhere. The person doesn't even have to be dead—alive or not, it's the same..."

Thinking about her manager's divorced, single-mom status, Yu Qingqing clapped a hand over her mouth, realizing she'd said something wrong.

The manager gave her a look—not the slightest bit annoyed—then said heavily, "When you run into this kind of thing, remember to cut your losses early. Don't sink deeper. And definitely don't think it's your fault... Whatever, you'll get it one day. Just watch the stream."

Yu Qingqing nodded thoughtfully. But when she looked again at the face on the stream, she couldn't help feeling a little uneasy inside.

"President Xiang," Fang Junyan finally spoke, breaking the silence. "We've seen the post you made about the coffin disappearing from the grave. We really do want to help. But only if you're completely honest with us. If there's anything hard to talk about, you can tell us privately. But if you're hiding something... then sorry, we can't help you."

Next to him, Huo Qianya let out a cold snort, her face blank but barely covering her temper.

"What's there to even say? This kind of vicious feng shui setup—I'd only ever heard about it before. This is the first time I've seen it in over twenty years. No wonder it's what they call a 'rich man's fate.' It wipes your hands completely clean. If that's not rich-man behavior, what is?!"

"Sister Qianya-jie..." Ge Anduo quietly poked her, sneaking a glance at Yu Yuan, who hadn't said a word. "We're still livestreaming... cool it a bit."

[Classic Qianya! Hates evil with a passion! This is the energy we need from the new generation of the Celestial Master Hall! Go go go, Qianya!]

[Waaah, Sister Qianya, keep it down, you're scaring our little Anduo!]

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