Chapter 7: I Cannot Read Your Fortune

Jiang Muyu nodded. "It's all over now. Once he wakes up, have him eat something to nourish his blood and energy."

"Thank you, Little Feather! Thank you so much!"

After expressing her gratitude, PP gifted two more "Carnivals" before disconnecting from the stream.

"Cough, cough. I honestly didn't expect such a solution either. PP, darling, you’re quite impressive, haha! You didn't even have to lift a finger to get rid of that thing."

— [Can I do the same thing next time I encounter something like that?]
— [My roommate is passive-aggressive every single day. I think he might be possessed by something unclean. I’m going to give him a good whack with a stick later.]
— [...Hey, are you sure you don’t have some personal vendetta?]
— [Spirits above, keep all that unclean stuff far away from me!]

Watching the comments scroll by, Jiang Muyu explained, "Boss PP's situation was quite unique. Generally, you shouldn't try that. If you provoke the entity, I wouldn't be able to save you in time."

If the entity decided to go down fighting, even Jiang Muyu couldn't teleport fast enough to intervene.

"Alright, Boss PP's issue is resolved. Are there any other treasures who want a reading? Come on, come on! It only costs one Carnival! Aren't you tempted?"

Jiang Muyu blinked her eyes, attempting what she considered a practiced wink, followed by a flying kiss and a heart gesture with her hands.

— [Little Feather, are you sure you aren't possessed by something unclean? Why have you forgotten how to do a simple heart gesture?]
— [That level of stiffness... maybe you should quit streaming.]
— [Little Feather can't even do fan service, hahahaha.]
— [Stop winking, Little Feather. It looks like you've got sand in your eyes.]

Jiang Muyu frowned slightly and winked at the screen again. Wasn't that perfectly fine? She felt it was no different from how the original host did it.

Just then, the special effects for a Carnival gift appeared on the screen.
['Cold Wind' has sent a Carnival x1]

"Thank you for the Carnival, Cold Wind! Thanks, dear, thank you!"

Jiang Muyu wanted to try blinking again, but remembering the comments, she decided to stick to a simple flying kiss. A second later, a connection request from Cold Wind popped up, and Jiang Muyu clicked accept.

"Hello, Cold Wind. What would you like to have read?" she asked.

The person on the other end was a man in his thirties. The lighting was dim, and the camera quality was poor, making his image look very blurry.

— [No way, brother. In that environment? And you’re still gifting the streamer? Is this true love?]
— [Is that a flip phone? The resolution is...]
— [Brother, are you completely bewitched by the streamer's face?]

Cold Wind pulled his phone back a bit, a mocking smile on his face. "Streamer, if you're so amazing, why don't you read my love life?"

The expression on his face clearly suggested he was here to cause trouble. Jiang Muyu curled her lips, watching the black mist swirling above his head.

"For this one, I’m afraid I can’t help you."

The man suddenly sat up straight, his expression turning ferocious. "What did you say? You can't? If you can't, why are you a metaphysical streamer? Why don't you just dress up, shake your waist, and dance? What are you pretending for?"

— [Who is this guy?]
— [I'm done. Why are you shouting so suddenly? You scared me!]
— [What kind of attitude is that? Streamer, hang up on him.]

Jiang Muyu didn't move; she just watched him quietly. As he grew agitated, more black mist seeped from his head, nearly wrapping him in an airtight shroud.

Once he finished his outburst, Jiang Muyu looked at his flushed face and said softly, "Do you often feel short of breath, exhausted all over, and unable to muster any energy every day?"

The man froze and swallowed hard. "Yes, so what?"

"I asked you to read my love life, not to read other things. Can you do it or not?"

Jiang Muyu leaned back against her chair, looking at him with a faint, mocking smile. Cold Wind cursed under his breath, his language still foul. "What are you smiling at? Can you read it or not?"

— [Little Feather, let's not read for people like this. It wouldn't be a loss if he just dropped dead.]
— [What kind of attitude? Why come to the stream if you don't believe?]
— [I hate people like this; they ruin the atmosphere of the stream.]

"My dears, don't get excited. He's the one who came to me for a reading, not the other way around. I'm not in a hurry. We can talk when his attitude improves."

Jiang Muyu had no shortage of patience, and watching him scramble like this was actually quite amusing. The man froze upon hearing this, as if it had only just dawned on him.

"Little Feather, is it? You mean... you can already tell?"

Jiang Muyu nodded. "You could say that."

Cold Wind smirked, a look of triumph on his face. "Good. Since you can tell, I'll be blunt. Can you see when my wife and I will be reunited?"

Jiang Muyu let out an "oh." "So that's what you want to ask. That's simple enough. Within two months, you will be reunited with your wife."

Cold Wind felt her tone was a bit off, but he didn't think much of it and continued to ask, "For real? Can't it be sooner?"

— [What kind of riddle is the streamer playing with him?]
— [I don't understand. What are you guys talking about?]
— [A guy like this can have a partner? Whose daughter is so blind?]

Hearing the urgency in Cold Wind's voice, Jiang Muyu actually laughed this time. She had seen plenty of people desperate to live longer, but those who were actively courting death... she had seen plenty of those, too.

Jiang Muyu blew some dust off her fingernails and said nonchalantly, "You can have it sooner, if you like. You'll see her once you're dead."

"What do you mean?" Cold Wind was furious. "Are you cursing me to die?"

Hearing this, Jiang Muyu quickly waved her hands to distance herself. "What do you mean 'I'm cursing you'? Aren't you the one courting death?"

"Three months ago, you couldn't find a partner, so with the help of a matchmaker, you entered into a 'ghost marriage.' Did they tell you that as long as your relationship was intimate enough, the other party would come to your side, right?"

"How do you know that so clearly?" Cold Wind asked instinctively.

He quickly realized he had asked a foolish question; the person on the other end was a metaphysical master, which was exactly why he had connected to her in the first place.

Jiang Muyu's words caused a stir in the stream. The viewers who had been discussing how such a man could find a girlfriend were instantly terrified by her revelation.

— [What? A ghost marriage? Is it what I think it is?]
— [What kind of matchmaker is that irresponsible? This is literally killing people!]
— [Didn't you hear? He agreed to it himself. He probably couldn't find a girlfriend, wanted a fantasy, and got swindled.]

Jiang Muyu looked at the man on the screen, stating clearly, "I know more than just that. I also know that you don't have long to live."