Volume One, Chapter 48: Calculating the Time of Zhao Xiuming’s Death

Although the female ghost’s face was so badly scarred that her original appearance was unrecognizable, Qin Yu could tell from her bone structure that she was Bian Yingzi. Moreover, her pupils and the whites of her eyes had turned crimson, marking her as a mid-level vengeful spirit. This meant it was not her first time killing. Such ghosts could gain power either by devouring other spirits and inheriting their abilities, or by accumulating murderous energy and resentment through slaughter. Excessive killing would erode all traces of humanity, turning them into fiends who knew only how to kill.

Fiends would not only be condemned to the eighteenth layer of hell and suffer eighteen different punishments, but after their sentences ended, they would have to endure ten lifetimes as beasts before even having a chance to be reborn as humans.

“Bian Yingzi? Didn’t the streamer say she couldn’t find Bian Yingzi? Why did Bian Yingzi just appear on her own?”

“Moyu Pianpian probably never imagined that the one who’d end his life would be his own goddess, right?”

“And to think Moyu Pianpian wanted to help her—what a way to repay kindness with betrayal!”

“Come on, she’s a ghost now! Does repayment mean anything to her?”

“But Yongzi is a ghost too, and look how well-behaved he is.”

“Bian Yingzi is already a mid-level vengeful spirit—she’s lost her humanity.”

“Streamer, aren’t you going to deal with her?”

“Yeah, get rid of the menace for the people!”

“She’s too far away for me to reach.”

Besides, her spiritual energy hadn’t recovered; going now would be courting death. She decided it was best to wait until she had time to consult the secret histories before taking action.

Ignoring the incessant chatter in the comments, Qin Yu turned on Shu Tiantian’s microphone.

Shu Tiantian was so frightened she’d been silent for a long while after the mic was activated. Qin Yu asked, “Shu Tiantian, did you want to say something this time?”

It was only then that Shu Tiantian snapped back to herself. She composed her expression before speaking. “It’s not a big deal. I just wanted to take this opportunity, Master Diao Qiu, to share some good news with those following my case with Ru Jia: Ru Jia was apprehended yesterday. Thank you all for your concern and support during this time—I truly appreciate it.”

Shu Tiantian’s good news shifted attention away from the discussion about Moyu Pianpian. The comments filled with congratulations.

Qin Yu gave her a gentle smile.

She has a bright future ahead.

Meeting Qin Yu’s smile, Shu Tiantian playfully stuck out her tongue. “Master, can I advertise in your stream?”

“Go ahead, just remember to pay the sponsorship fee,” Qin Yu replied, her deer-like eyes arching in amusement.

“Of course!”

Without hesitation, Shu Tiantian sent two rocket gifts.

“To everyone in the stream, I’ve decided what I want to do—I want to be a beauty influencer. Starting today, I’ll be sharing my makeup and skincare tips. If you’re interested, please follow me! I give you my word: even if I take sponsorships in the future, I’ll never promote anything I don’t believe in. You can trust me—I’ll always stay true to myself!”

Shu Tiantian’s warm and heartfelt words touched many. In the stream, the two beautiful women chatted and laughed, presenting a feast for the eyes.

“For those words alone, I followed you! Don’t let me down!”

“She’s so sincere!”

“Sincerity truly wins hearts.”

“Sweet Fairy Tiantian, remember what you said today—never forget your original intentions, no matter what.”

“I’ve recorded the screen as proof—go for it, Shu Tiantian!”

“I don’t wear makeup but I followed anyway! For my future girlfriend.”

“Go for it, girl! You’re awesome!”

“I’m crying—female friendship is so touching.”

“But honestly, isn’t this a bit inappropriate? Advertising right after being helped seems a bit ungrateful.”

“My wife doesn’t mind—what right do you have as an outsider to say anything? Mind your own business.”

“Exactly! And Tiantian already gave gifts as a sponsorship fee.”

“This is just women supporting women—I don’t see anything wrong with it. In fact, I love my wife even more now!”

In just a few minutes, Shu Tiantian’s followers soared from a thousand to two or three thousand, soon surpassing even Qin Yu’s.

Qin Yu furrowed her brows in puzzlement. “You all came from my stream—why are you only following her and not me?”

There was no jealousy in her tone, only genuine curiosity.

“I never miss a stream or a follow.”

“I’m afraid if I follow you, the algorithm will keep recommending ghost stuff. I already have little contact with men—if I can’t even swipe a guy anymore, I’ll really be a nun.”

“Same here, honestly.”

Qin Yu never imagined her lack of followers would be for such a bizarre reason.

Fine, you’re the netizens—you make the rules.

Qin Yu sipped her fruit tea and prepared to send out today’s first lucky draw.

“Attention, everyone! The first lucky draw of the day is about to be sent!”

A user named “Garbage Doctor, Return My Daughter’s Life” won. Her profile picture was of a mother.

Qin Yu invited her to speak.

On screen, the woman’s eyes were swollen and bloodshot, her expression haggard. The once-elegant waves of her long hair clung limply to her scalp. She looked utterly worn out.

“Please send the payment for the reading,” Qin Yu reminded her.

The woman numbly sent a “True Love Arrives” gift.

“Master Diao Qiu, I want to know: when will Zhao Xiuming, surgeon at Friendly International Hospital, die?”

“???”

“Whoa, isn’t that a bit harsh?”

“Given her username, she must have a grudge against this Zhao Xiuming.”

“Go check her posts! My god—there are doctors like that? Absolutely unethical!”

Qin Yu’s curiosity was piqued, and she clicked over.

This mother had posted more than thirty videos, all on the same topic. Each one showed her giving money to the doctor, begging him to save her daughter, but sadly, her daughter still died…

The videos were filmed secretly and never showed anyone’s face clearly. Qin Yu thought Zhao Xiuming's voice sounded familiar.

She returned to the stream. “I need to see his face. Do you have a photo?”

The mother seemed well aware of how the stream worked. She lowered her head, took out a black-and-white photo from the floor, and held it close. “That’s Zhao Xiuming.”

“Damn.”

“Whoa, a black-and-white memorial photo—sis, that’s intense.”

“I kind of agree, but… you never know someone else’s pain, so don’t tell them how to grieve.”

Qin Yu stared at the features in the photo, startled.

Isn’t that Su Jin’s lead surgeon?

Qin Yu said, “He has a full occipital bone, bright eyes, a raised nose bridge, a deep philtrum, and thick earlobes—signs of a long life.”

“Master, slow down! I can’t write that fast!”

“I wish I had those features, but we look nothing alike.”

“A doctor with no ethics will live this long? It’s true what they say: the wicked live long.”

“I’m really curious—what exactly happened to this lady?”

“Just asking, but is there a chance this is all a misunderstanding? I went to Friendly International before and thought Dr. Zhao was great.”