Volume One, Chapter 47: The Internet User Whose Words Became Prophecy

"You!" Lazy Fish suddenly shouted, pointing at Qin Yu on the phone screen. "Give me another divination! Find Bian Yingzi's body for me! I want to take her home!"

Qin Yu grew even calmer.

She watched Lazy Fish’s face, which had become slack and loose from weight loss, now twisted with agitation, the flesh trembling with emotion.

"Pay for the divination first."

Without another word, Lazy Fish sent a True Love Gift.

Qin Yu closed her eyes and began her calculations, both hands working in tandem. Fine beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. The air conditioning chilled her skin while heat simmered within, making her feel uncomfortable inside and out.

She calculated again and again, and finally opened her eyes.

Lazy Fish's hopeful gaze sparkled. "Well? Did you see anything? Where is she?"

Qin Yu shook her head and admitted, "I can't see anything."

It was the first time she had encountered something beyond her ability.

"Aren't you supposed to be able to divine anything? What do you mean you can't now?" Lazy Fish’s beady eyes widened to their limit. His forceful demeanor softened in an instant. "Master Dianqiu, I know you're amazing, you must have seen something. Just tell me, where is Yingzi?!"

"I truly can't see anything."

Despair flooded Lazy Fish’s eyes. He stared at the live comments flying across the screen, and suddenly began to laugh.

"Damn, bro, don't laugh like that, you're scaring me."
"His expression is really creepy."
"You and I have no enmity, why must you frighten me like this?"
"So there are actually things even Master Dianqiu can't divine? Now I'm even more curious where Bian Yingzi's body ended up. Anyone else curious?"
"I'm curious too, but I feel like curiosity here could get me killed."
"I just looked it up—when Bian Yingzi died, her body was wrapped in red cloth. Isn't there a saying? Red cloth breeds vengeful ghosts. Could she have become a ghost and walked away herself?"
"Your analysis sounds plausible, but a vengeful ghost is a vengeful ghost, and a corpse is a corpse."
"Please, stop analyzing, I'm already scared, your analysis just makes it worse. How am I supposed to sleep alone tonight?"
"Send your address, I’ll come keep you company tonight."
"No thanks, not interested."

"Even if she became a vengeful ghost, I might still be able to divine something."

But now, she could see nothing at all.

The matter was far from simple. She vaguely recalled seeing a similar case in her master’s ancient book of esoteric histories, but at the time her master said the stories couldn’t be verified and not to take them too seriously, so she hadn’t paid much attention.

"All frauds, all frauds," Lazy Fish laughed strangely. The next moment, a thin razor blade appeared in his hand on the screen. "If Yingzi cannot be found, then let me lie beside her in the earth."

"Is he serious? Is life worth so little these days?"
"Oh my god, someone call the police! Call now!"
"Bro, he's in Cambodia. By the time the police get there, the body will be cold."
"So what do we do? Master, please save him!"

"If you want to die, that's your choice. But if you die now, no one will ever know that a woman named Bian Yingzi died in Cambodia."

Bian Yingzi was of Chinese-Korean descent, temporarily residing in China. She had traveled to Cambodia as a tourist and met her end there. If not for her modest fame as an internet personality, who would have known that another soul perished in this world?

Lazy Fish’s plump body froze, the hand gripping the blade hesitating. "But I’m so useless. I can’t even recover Yingzi’s body."

Seeing his agitation ease, Qin Yu softened her voice and quietly recited the Heart-Clearing Spell. "Whether dead or a ghost, as long as the soul hasn't reincarnated, I can always divine something."

Unless, she had been utterly annihilated...

Qin Yu glanced at Lazy Fish, but left the last part unsaid.

He remained silent, but didn't put down the blade.

Qin Yu was not anxious. She closed her eyes, continuing the Heart-Clearing Spell, waiting in stillness. In rage, people act irrationally. She hoped the spell would help him regain his senses and make the right decision.

"Master Dianqiu...uh..."

Qin Yu's heart trembled. "No!" She opened her eyes in alarm, only to see Lazy Fish—who had almost put down the blade—suddenly reverse his motion, slashing straight at his neck with a speed she couldn't possibly stop.

A gush of bright blood sprayed from the severed artery, about to splatter onto the camera.

Suddenly, the screen went black.

"Ahhh, the blood almost hit my face!"
"Someone died! Someone died!"
"I just looked away for a second, what happened?"
"Same here, what happened?"

Qin Yu immediately muted Lazy Fish’s mic to prevent the gruesome scene from causing panic.

"Friends in the stream, please call the police. The address is..."

"Sweetheart, I called!"
"I called too, waiting for updates."

"Thank you," said Qin Yu.

She drew two talismans for the stream, one to ward off evil, one to calm the spirit.

"Did anyone see Lazy Fish’s final expression? He looked shocked—why would someone committing suicide look like that?"
"Girl, you watching this with a sniper scope?"
"I saw it too. Could it be something unclean?"
"Ask the master. She must know."
"Master Dianqiu, was Lazy Fish really a suicide?"
"I studied microexpressions—he didn't look like someone about to kill himself."
"You people are too much. Didn't he hold the blade and cut his own throat? Who else could it be? A ghost holding his hand?"

Qin Yu glanced at the commenter’s ID, her expression less than pleased.

This netizen must have a blessed tongue.

"Yes," she said. "A ghost was holding his hand."

In the instant before Lazy Fish's death, she had clearly seen a woman in red grip his hand...

His death was no suicide; it was the ghost’s doing.

After killing, that ghost woman even shot Qin Yu a chilling, mocking smile.

"So I was right?"
"Your ID looks familiar, haven't you guessed right before? Are you blessed with a prophetic tongue?"
"Streamer, who killed Lazy Fish?"
"I want to know too. I didn’t like him, but a life is a life."

"It was Bian Yingzi."