This wave of werewolf self-exposure truly gave netizens a glimpse into the wickedness of human hearts.
The live stream chat, regardless of gender, was filled with curses.
[A person's heart can be crooked, but it shouldn't be this rotten. If the Fated One really dies, that person surnamed Tian deserves to go to the eighteenth layer of hell.]
[It's not like he's uneducated, how can someone his age still be full of such dirty thoughts? Now that he's caught, he'll be honest from now on.]
[But then again, that square zun (ancient bronze vessel) on the bronze platform, it popped out with a "bang" like a "great living person transformation," it's truly amazing!]
[This antique has a conscience. The Fated One repaired it, and it, in turn, helped the Fated One overcome a calamity. It's much more reliable than some men.]
Because Tian Shouyi's plot was exposed, the square zun naturally fulfilled its promise, releasing everyone's shadows.
At the same time, it also withdrew the stealth magic, and netizens witnessed a strange phenomenon, marveling at it.
Yaoyao had no intention of explaining further. She calculated the antique's consecration. It was a sacrificial vessel made from the skulls of nomadic Quanrong barbarians.
As for why it had a spirit?
First, sacrificial vessels are often imbued with wishes and offerings, and they also contain various exotic bloods. Nourished by these two forces, they are naturally prone to attracting malevolent spirits.
Secondly, the material of the vessel. Many people's souls, at the moment of death, had no time to dissipate, and thus merged into the vessel.
Finally, it was buried as a funerary object. Tombs are naturally places of extreme Yin feng shui. Through a series of coincidences, this spirit was born.
Ultimately, its origin was not entirely benevolent, even somewhat bloody. If it were exposed, it would inevitably mislead everyone.
Yaoyao wasn't one for this kind of educational explanation, but she believed the Fated One would organize it for herself.
Not only did this antique save her, but it was also a requirement of her job.
"This big sister's trouble has been resolved. Now, let's continue drawing Fated Ones!"
"This is your last chance, everyone, cheer up, or you'll have to wait until next time!"
Yaoyao said clearly.
Perhaps it was because it was almost the end, Gu Panpan and Gu Xiaoyu, who were sitting on the side, were already a little excited and couldn't hold it in.
They originally came here to see what fun things were on the live stream, but the whole process was like being in jail. They had long grown impatient.
They dared not disturb Yaoyao, otherwise they would have already packed up and left. Now that it was almost over, every single one of them couldn't suppress the smiles on their faces.
[Master, you're breaking our hearts! It's not that we don't want to win, it's that you don't give us a chance, woo woo woo!]
[First, drop the link! This African chieftain (non-lucky person) doesn't believe in evil. If it's not my turn this time, I'll wash my hair while standing on my head!]
[The Chinese upstairs don't lie to other Chinese. The comment has been screenshotted. Waiting for a good show, hahahaha.]
Netizens immediately wailed when they heard Yaoyao's words.
At this moment, their emotions were genuine, completely without any acting. Of course, there were also many playful characters in the comment section.
If they weren't careful for a moment, many "scammers" would pop up.
Because the atmosphere was too lively, many newly joined netizens were confused, but fortunately, they were very adaptable.
Soon, they all joined the ranks of the spectators.
However, this did not prevent netizens from participating in the lucky draw. The last Fated One emerged from a sea of envious and spectating comments.
The latter was a young man in his twenties with a short buzz cut. His facial features were severely tanned, beyond the range of fair or white skin, leaning towards a reddish-black complexion.
With this skin tone, his eyes and teeth, one could say, were dazzlingly white, making it hard to look away.
"Wow, it's really connected! Yangzi, come quickly and see! I've connected to the 'Divine Calculator Grandmaster' who's recently gone viral online! Hurry up and bow to me."
"Hahahahaha, you just said I couldn't win, tell me, does your face hurt now or not?"
This Fated One's voice was exceptionally loud. As soon as he shouted, several "exclamations" immediately came from behind him.
They saw two figures, one tall and one short, running over.
The tall one was like a drawn-out ivory chopstick, with hardly any flesh on his body.
The short one, however, was quite the opposite. He was like a smoothly cut wooden stump, with a spectacular one-to-one equidistant proportion from top to bottom...
They squeezed over joyfully. After seeing the situation in the live stream, they immediately exclaimed in surprise.
"As expected of our Brother Long, he can bravely fight his way out of a thousand armies, hahahaha!"
"Quick, quick, quick! I know the rules of the live stream. Let me verify if it's really effective. Master, when can I find a girlfriend?"
The man among the three, whose figure resembled a wooden stump, said, his small eyes suddenly shining with light, full of excitement.
Hearing this, the Fated One was first startled, then without thinking, kicked the person. "Get lost, you!"
The Fated One was directly amused by his companion's shamelessness. The companion's calculations were so blatant they almost hit him in the face.
"Master, please ignore him. He's rambling nonsense. Please don't listen." The Fated One, afraid that the Master would take it seriously and waste his good luck, quickly explained.
However, he was surprised to find that the Master did not respond according to the usual flow. Instead, she stared straight at him, and a grave voice echoed in his ear.
"Big brother, did you just see blood?"
"Huh?" This sudden question startled the Fated One. He subconsciously wanted to shake his head.
But before he could make a move, he suddenly stopped. The reason was simple: he thought of some things and became uncertain.
"Master, what kind of blood are you referring to? On our way here, we stumbled upon a lively scene and saw the villagers here slaughtering a pig. We did see pig blood."
And speaking of slaughtering pigs, the Fated One couldn't help but smile. The scene just now, one could say, was chaotic.
When the household in front was slaughtering a pig, they accidentally let the pig escape. Then, the owner, armed with a knife, chased the pig all over the yard, but that pig was unexpectedly agile.
Finally, a few neighbors helped out, and only then was the pig pinned down. A white knife went in, then came out, splashing pig blood all over the walls before it was done.
And while watching the commotion, they also helped block the fence, enjoying themselves greatly.
He wasn't a local. He had come here with his two friends for a trip. Before the trip, he had also gone on a free cycling tour for most of a province, which was why he was so tanned.
The reason he came to this village was because he was attracted by the local "Water Village" promotional pictures.
The pictures depicted beautiful scenery, with mountain springs as clear as mirrors, and the water village built against the mountains.
The stilt-house style bamboo houses, nestled halfway up the mountain, facing the green mountains and clear waters, had a unique charm.
After the Fated One arrived, he found that not only was the scenery beautiful, but the villagers were also exceptionally warm hosts. The water village offered various delicacies and fruits, almost as if they were free.
Several times, he felt embarrassed and wanted to pay, but the other party refused to accept any money.
He absolutely loved the scenery here and had taken many photos with his camera.
He planned to go back and carefully edit these pictures, then post them on social media to promote the village.
If he could attract tourists, the village's economy might be revitalized. This way, he would feel he had done right by these warm villagers.
The Fated One grew more and more motivated as he thought about it, completely immersing himself in his plans. This also made him miss Yaoyao's increasingly grim expression.
Especially when she heard the Fated One helping to "block the pig," Yaoyao could no longer hold back her words.
"Big brother, you're finished! You killed someone!"
"That wasn't a pig at all, it was a human! You all must leave this village immediately, hurry!"
Yaoyao's eyes were filled with solemnity. She didn't even have time to explain further, immediately telling the Fated One to run.
This sudden reversal not only stunned the Fated One, but also the netizens and his "tall and short" friends, who were somewhat unable to react.
[No, what's going on? The Fated One is a nice young man. He doesn't look blind. How can he confuse a human with a pig?]
[No, upstairs, the point is wrong! Don't ask questions now, hurry up and urge the Fated One to run!]
[That's right, that's right. No matter what, Fated One, you run first. Last time, those who didn't listen to the Master, their grave grass is already three meters high.]
At this moment, although the netizens also had questions in their hearts, their long-standing interaction had already formed a psychological reflex.
Seeing the Fated One still in a daze, they immediately frantically urged him in the comment section. The Fated One also suddenly woke up as if from a dream.
"Go, listen to the Master first. Leave this place." He glanced at his two somewhat dazed friends and immediately decided.
The tall young man, whose figure resembled a wooden stump, said with some hesitation, "We definitely have to leave, but what about our luggage? Are we just abandoning it?"
They knew Yaoyao was good at fortune-telling; otherwise, they wouldn't have been so happy for their friend to win the draw. But just running away like this, without any explanation, wouldn't it make them seem cowardly?
And in their luggage, there were many valuable items, especially the Fated One's DSLR camera, which cost at least twenty to thirty thousand on the market. Just leave it like that?
The Fated One was also a bit conflicted, but for some reason, he remembered the Master's words that the pig they had just killed was "human"...
He felt his hairs stand on end. If the Master was telling the truth, then losing twenty or thirty thousand was nothing. It was better than losing his life.
The Fated One gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it, let's leave immediately."
Seeing that the one with the biggest loss had spoken, the remaining two dared not hold back and hurriedly ran out of the village.
Seeing this, Yaoyao's slightly furrowed brow slowly relaxed, but she was not completely at ease, because this big brother's calamity was far from over.
The reason she was so anxious was because she saw the eerie Yin energy on the latter's face, and the lingering blood cloud...
More accurately, it wasn't just him; the situation was the same for his two other big brothers.
Yaoyao, feeling strange, began to calculate. Then, she discovered the strangeness of the entire village; there was simply no living person here.
The reason the Fated One and his friends didn't notice anything was because they had eaten "ghost earth," which was what they described as the delicious local specialty.
The so-called "ghost earth" was the layer of soil closest to the coffin. Because after a corpse reanimates, it becomes heavily imbued with Yin energy, making it the most potent.
If an ordinary person mistakenly ingested it, their brain would be interfered with by the Yin energy, causing hallucinations, which was the Fated One's situation.
Even when those people "killed" someone in front of him, all he saw was pig slaughter, and he even helped out...
Yaoyao glanced at the Fated One, who was running frantically. She opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly her expression changed... She saw the Fated One stop.
It wasn't that he couldn't run anymore, but that a hunched old farmer suddenly appeared on his path.
He appeared without any warning. Then, smiling at the Fated One, his face full of wrinkles, he abruptly opened his sparse, toothy mouth.
"Handsome young man, where are you rushing off to!"
The netizens in the live stream and Yaoyao couldn't see the screen, but the latter's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a blunt object scraping against glass...
The ominous tone made the netizens' scalps tingle, giving them a direct sense of being in a horror movie.
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