The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 87

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"What I can confirm is that this case involves his son. Both readings showed the same thing: it was the deceased's son who took the body. That much, I'm sure of."

Ge Anduo's eyes lit up. "That lines up perfectly with what I saw too! I'm convinced this whole thing is tied to one of President Xiang's children!"

Their collective gaze finally turned to the last member of their group—Bai Cheng, who had been silent this entire time.

This was Bai Cheng's first time being stared down by three people at once, and it made him visibly stiffen. His voice came out cold and a little stiff, clearly uncomfortable:

"Our family's practice is a bit different from yours. We mostly deal with ghosts and evil spirits. I didn't pick up on much, but I did sense a heavy amount of ghost energy in the fresh soil around the grave."

His face darkened. "Ghost energy varies depending on the ghost's cultivation. The more powerful the ghost, the stronger the residual aura it leaves behind..."

"And the ghost energy here—it's stronger than anything I've ever come across before."

He cast a sidelong glance at his three polished, practically sparkling teammates and gave a serious reminder: "If something comes up that's beyond your control, don't try to tough it out. If you need your elders, call your elders."

As soon as he said that, Fang Junyan and the others immediately stiffened, then all shook their heads in sync.

"Nope. Calling the elders is off the table," Fang Junyan said flatly.

Ge Anduo agreed, glancing at the cameraman nearby and lowering her voice. "This show is about us. If we call in our elders during the very first episode, that'd be so humiliating. As long as we're still breathing, we can't call them."

"Exactly," Huo Qianya added firmly. "I'd rather risk my life than lose face. No way I'm letting this pretty face go to waste."

Bai Cheng's brow twitched wildly.

He didn't come from a powerful background anymore—most of his family had passed away, and the influence they once held in the metaphysical world had long since faded. Since the age of fifteen, he'd been taking odd jobs on his own, and wasn't exactly close to the trio in front of him. Still, he hadn't expected them to be this obsessed with saving face—even over their lives.

"Fine," he said stiffly. "I think my life is more important than my pride, so if things go south, I'm out."

"Huh?" Ge Anduo wrinkled her nose, clearly unimpressed. "We're a team. If you run, it still makes the Celestial Master Hall look bad."

"No it won't," Bai Cheng replied flatly. "I'm just running so you three can shine brighter in comparison."

"..."

Huo Qianya took a deep breath and turned away. She didn't want to even look at this shameless guy anymore.

Fang Junyan, trying to smooth things over, cast a glance at Yu Yuan—who hadn't moved this whole time—and gave Bai Cheng a reassuring pat. "Don't worry. Yu Yuan will make a move when things get dangerous."

"???"

Yu Yuan, who had been zoning out and staring into space, suddenly heard her name and blinked in confusion. Her brow twitched involuntarily.

Why on earth did that guy just assume she'd be the one to step in when things went sideways? Did she have some kind of rescue aura on her face or something?

Time was more than halfway up. Still, her master hadn't made any moves. Zhou Yu, sneaking a glance at the cameraman still filming them, started to get a little anxious.

"Master, are you seriously just gonna sit here for ten minutes straight?"

Yu Yuan's gaze slid lazily from Fang Junyan to Zhou Yu's scrunched-up face. She asked with a sigh, "Have you drawn qi into your body yet?"

Zhou Yu: "...No."

"Then how do you know I'm not doing anything just because I'm sitting here?"

Yu Yuan stared into his pure, clueless eyes and sighed again. "Once you actually start cultivating, you'll understand. Our sect doesn't run around flailing like the others—we rely on our eyes. Wherever our gaze lands, the truth is already clear. There's no need to go poking around like headless chickens."

"Then, Master," Zhou Yu said obediently, "what have you seen?"

Yu Yuan didn't hold back even a little, "Everything."

"???"

"Master, we're still on camera! Do you have to talk that big?"

When the ten minutes were up, both the demon clan team and the Celestial Master Hall group stuck with the conclusions they had discussed earlier.

But when the demon team said that the person buried in the grave hadn't actually been dead at the time of burial, the livestream chat exploded for a moment—only for their theory to be firmly shut down by President Xiang.

He insisted that his wife had been under emergency care for a long time before she passed. Only after the doctors officially declared her dead had he arranged for her burial. There was absolutely no chance she was buried alive.

Most of the demon team's fans were there purely for the eye candy anyway, and had zero expectations of their wild theories. The chat was more concerned with things like "Bai Ye, don't frown! It ruins your pretty face!" than any ghost story being spun.

But when the Celestial Master Hall team claimed that President Xiang had more than two children, and that it was his own son who dug up the grave, President Xiang again shook his head.

"My son's studying in the U.S. There's no way he came back. It definitely wasn't him."

With two statements now rejected, everyone's attention turned toward Yu Yuan.

Facing the same woman who had already put him on the spot once, President Xiang felt sweat sliding down his back. The livestream host kept the energy high:

"The first two groups have made their guesses—but it looks like they don't match the facts! Let's see what our final contestant brings to the table—maybe a big surprise?!"

The livestream cut to Yu Yuan. Her face was flawless, skin pale and glowing under the light, eyes lazy and unfocused.

[I still hate Yu Yuan, but that face... God, I'm obsessed.]

[Hnnngg—pretty girl, do you sell face pics? Asking for a friend.]

[That face on her? What a waste! Life is so unfair!]

"My turn?" Yu Yuan took the water bottle Zhou Yu handed her, had a sip, then passed it back. "Alright, I'll go."

She didn't even glance at the now visibly tense President Xiang and went straight into it.

"From what I've seen, the house has two faint pink energy auras. One is extremely weak and is clinging to the already-dug-up grave. The other is also faint, but in much better condition. That tells us the first has been dead for many years, and the second... doesn't have much time left either."

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