[Shocking — Best Friend Returns After Death to Find Former BFF!]
[Dreaming of the Deceased at Night Might Be Because of This Reason…]
[Human-Faced Sore Makes a Comeback!]
Uninformed netizens clicked in: [Ugh ugh ugh, the third one is photoshopped, right? That's so disgusting!!!]
[Is what's said inside true or false? Is there even a bank in the underworld?]
[Regardless of truth, just burn some spirit money with a clear conscience.]
[Where are the fans of that host from last night who said the underworld uses phones? I looked it up today, it's totally not like that. This time, I'm gonna solo debate you to the end!]
Unfortunately, no one paid him any attention.
So, what were the fans who watched yesterday's live stream doing?
Daylight had come; of course, they were off on a major shopping spree at funeral supply shops!
Jiang Wenbo, the "100-Gift Brother" from yesterday who boldly promised to gift 100 Moon Waterfalls in the stream, was one of them.
Jiang Wenbo searched online for ancestral worship rituals and meticulously followed each step.
He waited for over an hour, but his ancestors never appeared. Eventually, while kneeling, he fell asleep.
After falling asleep, Jiang Wenbo was surprised to find himself back in his own home. Dreaming of being in his own home felt different. As he wondered if he was dreaming, a walking stick descended from the sky.
"Ouch!" Jiang Wenbo turned around angrily, only to see his great-grandfather. "Gr-Great-Grandpa, you're here!"
The old man looked at him with exasperation. "You unfilial descendant! Don't you know those of us down below can only appear through dreams?"
"Making your great-grandpa stand here waiting for you for an hour!"
Jiang Wenbo immediately put on a smile. "It's my first time, not familiar with the process! Next time I'll know!"
"Great-Grandpa, you came to find me, must be something very important, right?"
The old man then remembered the purpose of his dream visit and hurriedly instructed, "Tomorrow, have your cousin move to live next door to the Qi family in Jinjiang Garden! That place has good feng shui, beneficial for his health!"
"Which cousin?"
The old man got angry again. "Which cousin of yours has poor health?!"
"Remember, it's tomorrow!"
"Dream visits are charged by the minute! I'm leaving!"
Jiang Wenbo was kicked out of the dream by his great-grandfather and woke up. Feeling very wronged—after all, he was the one making offerings, but his ancestor only thought of his cousin!—he still called his cousin's family to relay the message. Whether they believed it or not was not his concern...
Wait—if Great-Grandpa found out his cousin didn't move to the specified place, he'd definitely enter his dreams to scold him. Jiang Wenbo decided if his cousin didn't move tomorrow, he'd go help him move.
Having figured this out, Jiang Wenbo opened the Xingguang Platform and commented under Ke Xue's account: [The master was right! After making offerings, I finally saw my grandpa!]
[Me too! When Grandma was sick, she kept wanting to see me, saying she had to see me one last time before leaving. But when she passed, I was away at school and missed that final moment. Today, I finally saw her!]
[Everyone else happily reunites with deceased family, only I got scolded, wuwuwu. My grandpa said the spirit money I burned for him before was fake, can't circulate down there! When he first went down, he even got beaten for using counterfeit bills!]
[Upstairs, that's so tragic but I can't help laughing hahaha.]
Others, drawn by the Weibo hashtags to Ke Xue's account, were tempted and flocked to funeral supply shops.
In short, Ke Xue's live stream became popular.
And along with it, funeral supply shops became popular, with orders skyrocketing.
Shops that usually only saw customers during Qingming Festival and New Year suddenly became bustling.
The surge in orders puzzled the funeral shop owner: "Aren't young people all about science these days? Why the sudden return to ancestor worship?"
At the company of Ke Mao's (Ke Xue's father) business rival, Duan Senior.
Duan Senior looked at his son, Duan Yang, who had been brought to the company looking dejected, and sighed. "Is it really that bad, just following me to work for a few days? Already sighing?"
Duan Yang shook his head. "Yesterday, Jiang Wenbo said he discovered something super interesting, but when I asked, he wouldn't tell me! Still hasn't told me even now!"
Duan Yang was itching to know.
Ding ding ding—
His phone rang. Duan Yang picked it up: "100-Gift Brother? When did Jiang Wenbo change his username? And to something so lame!"
Clicking the link his friend sent, Duan Yang found it was a metaphysics live stream host.
Duan Yang frowned slightly, sensing something odd. Looking more closely—
"Holy crap, isn't this Ke Xue?!"
"Dad, look! Ke Xue is a live streamer now, a metaphysics streamer!"
Thanks to the previous engagement banquet drama, Ke Xue, once a background figure in their circle, was now widely known.
Hearing this, Duan Senior was startled. But he noticed the person in the video wore sunglasses, face not fully visible. "Lots of people look alike. How can you be sure?"
Duan Yang: "Last time he got hit on the head and went to the hospital, he had a wound right here. This streamer has a scar in the exact same spot. Most importantly, intuition. It's definitely him!"
Duan Senior immediately decided to call Ke Xue's father, Ke Mao, with "congratulations." "Congratulations, congratulations! Didn't realize you were hiding your cards so well!"
"Having a son who can tell fortunes and not telling us? No wonder you never bring your eldest son to banquets—afraid we'd find out you had this trick up your sleeve!"
Not waiting for a reply, Duan Senior delivered this speech with relish and hung up feeling refreshed.
Duan Yang was baffled by this move. "Weren't you the one who didn't believe it was Ke Xue?"
"When it comes to giving someone a hard time, who cares if it's true or false?" Duan Senior snorted twice.
The call came and went quickly, leaving Ke Mao utterly confused.
The incident's origin was eventually traced through Duan Yang's social media. Ke Mao then learned that during his disappearance, Ke Xue had become a live streamer—a fraudulent fortune-telling streamer at that!
And he'd fooled quite a few people into believing him, including the well-known second-generation playboy Jiang Wenbo, who reportedly gifted Ke Xue 200,000 RMB worth of presents.
Ke Mao nearly coughed up blood and couldn't even stay at the office.
Returning home fuming, Ke Mao smashed several vases before barely venting his anger.
"Problems at work? Why are you back so early?" asked Chi Rou, Ke Mao's second wife, looking puzzled.
Ke Mao raged, "It's that Ke Xue again! Even after being kicked out, he won't behave! Actually scamming people online?"
"And scamming people I know! That Duan guy just called to mock me thoroughly. I've never been so humiliated!"
Chi Rou sighed and countered, "Could it be more humiliating than the last engagement banquet?"
Hearing this made Ke Mao even angrier. This eldest son was born to oppose him; no wonder he didn't like him.
Chi Rou continued to fan the flames: "Besides, last time you kicked him out, you didn't give him any living expenses. He was always a big spender. Probably broke, that's why he's showing his face online."
Ke Mao had an elder brother who was also a big spender, but because he was generous, he had many friends. Ke Mao's father saw this as a sign of capability and valued him highly. If not for that brother nearly bankrupting the company with his spending within a month of taking over, the mediocre Ke Mao wouldn't have smoothly inherited the family business. Hearing Chi Rou's words intensified Ke Mao's fury.
"So what if I didn't give him money? He's graduated. Should he still be mooching off his parents?"
Chi Rou offered a considerate suggestion: "How about giving him some living expenses to keep him quiet for a while?"
Ke Mao, still furious, refused without a second thought. "Make me lose so much face and still expect me to give him money? Dream on!"
"If he doesn't get living expenses, he'll probably continue..." Chi Rou left the sentence hanging, but Ke Mao understood.
Hearing this, Ke Mao calmed down slightly. But being prideful, he wouldn't suggest giving Ke Xue money himself. Instead, he looked at Chi Rou. "What do you think we should do then?"
Chi Rou brought up her own son, Ke Yang. "How about letting Yangyang handle it? After the engagement banquet incident, many in our circle privately say Yangyang stole his brother's fiancée. This is a good chance for Yangyang to give money to his brother in his own name, to show the outside world that Yangyang isn't the type to be disloyal to family."
Ke Mao thought of his obedient, sensible second son and nodded with satisfaction. "Yangyang's been learning business lately, his hands aren't exactly loose either. Can't really have him subsidize it himself. Here's a card with 500,000 RMB, take it."
Chi Rou called Ke Yang over and earnestly instructed him to handle this matter well.
Ke Mao, still angry from before, added, "If he's rude about it, just forget him!"
"If he doesn't answer, just say it's from Father. He'll definitely soften up." Chi Rou reminded him.
Ke Yang understood his mother's hint and nodded slightly.
Ke Xue, for the time being, knew nothing about the online buzz or the happenings in the Ke family.
He'd ended the stream so abruptly yesterday he didn't even check his backend earnings, afraid that lingering a moment longer would cost him his two-day break.
However, Ke Xue also knew his fans would be dissatisfied. So, during the two-day break, he planned to try drawing talismans, which could be used as live stream giveaways later.
With his two-day break secured, Ke Xue felt refreshed. After breakfast nearby, he headed straight to the antique market, found a genuine antique shop, and bought talisman brushes, cinnabar, yellow paper, and other talisman-drawing supplies.
Because Ke Xue wanted only the best of everything, buying the complete set of talisman-drawing tools nearly spent all the tens of thousands of RMB he earned from the two live streams.
After purchasing the supplies, Ke Xue returned home to draw talismans. He planned to start with the simplest Calm Mind Talisman (清心静气符).
In his previous life, many cultivators, upon reaching a plateau after the Nascent Soul stage, would choose an art to cultivate their minds. Ke Xue chose talisman drawing. He had notable talent in it, even earning many spirit stones selling talismans.
Unfortunately, even the simplest Calm Mind Talisman was incredibly difficult for his current self. Drawing talismans required spiritual energy. He had to meticulously ration the meager spiritual energy in his body to barely produce one talisman.
Looking at the talisman that consumed all his spiritual energy, Ke Xue sighed deeply.
The spiritual energy in this world was too thin. Relying solely on live streams for merit points was too slow. He needed to find other methods to accumulate merit points quickly.