The debate intensified.

A distinct notification chime pierced the air.

A private message arrived!

When I tapped on it, my screen was awash with screenshots, easily numbering a hundred or more!

Before I could scrutinize them, a comment charged forth.

Rebellionist: [Enough bickering! I'm a natural skeptic. Let's see if this streamer's the real deal?]

Rebellionist: [I've got 100 people to follow you. Check your DMs for the proof!]

The first person chosen by destiny arrived!

Unable to contain my excitement, I connected with him directly via the mic.

I exclaimed, "Thanks for the invite. How can I address you? What kind of rune would you like?"

He replied, "I am Max Jackson. I bought a haunted house without telling my wife. How about a ghost-exorcising rune?"

I asked, "Do you have any photos of the house's interior?"

He nodded. "Yes, I sent them to you privately."

I said, "Give me a moment to take a look."

I opened the private message, ready to inspect the photos, when the screen suddenly seized up!

No matter how many times I refreshed my phone, it remained unresponsive!

I cursed inwardly, "Damn!

At the critical moment, the phone, overwhelmed with its memory at capacity, gave up and crashed!"

I swiftly rebooted the phone.

When I managed to get back online, the screen was a flurry of comments.

Netizen 1: [What? Giving up already?]

Netizen 2: [Rebellionist is such a tease!]

Netizen 3: [Don't jump to conclusions; this rune's legit! It's an invisibility one. Just watch!]

"My phone just crashed on me," I calmly explained.

Ignoring the skepticism, I reconnected with Max.

I asked, "Has your wife recently miscarried?"

He was stunned, answering, "How did you know? She's two months pregnant, but she fell in the shower last month. We lost the baby."

The moment those words left his lips, a deluge of comments poured in.

Netizen 1: [Huh? What's happening? This feels oddly familiar.]

Netizen 2: [That was too obvious. Consider me for your next act?]

Netizen 3: [The performance was a bit over the top, like a certain young actress who always overacts.]

Ignoring those comments, I pressed on, "There's something in that house. If you don't deal with it, your wife won't be able to conceive."

Max fell silent and anxiously blurted out, "How much will it cost?"

I was about to say "no charge" when a shrill laugh echoed through the room.

Max burst into laughter. "You've been had!

"I lied! Why would I buy a haunted house with a family? I just wanted to see you squirm."

His laughter ensued, accompanied by a flurry of comments.

Netizen 1: [Holy moly! He's lying.]

Netizen 2: [Impressive! Rebellionist, you're the online fraud buster!]

Netizen 3: [This twist is epic. Love it!]

The live broadcast was suddenly swamped with a cacophony of comments.

I furrowed my brow, coldly asking, "Has your mother been in poor health during the past six months since she moved in? She's skinny and has nightmares every night?"

Max retorted hastily, "Still at it? My mom's old, so it's just her usual ailments!"

I shook my head and remained resolute as I reminded him.

"If you doubt me, go check. You'll see."

Skeptical, Max left.

Minutes later, blood-curdling screams pierced the live stream.

"Shit! Help!"

When Max reappeared in the live broadcast room, the skepticism he once wielded to tease me had vanished.

He appeared as though he had seen a specter, murmuring, "My mom wasn't asleep in the middle of the night. She was kneeling on the floor, barefoot. She closed her eyes but kept bowing to the headboard! She didn't respond no matter how I called her."

With a serene and gentle voice, I unraveled the mysteries.

"A year ago, the previous owner of this house died in childbirth due to her husband's mother's preference for boys. In a bid to extort money, her husband left the deceased mother and daughter outside the hospital, under the sun, to incite a medical dispute. After receiving compensation, her husband feared her spirit might linger, so he sold the house registered under her name to you. However, the child, filled with resentment, refused to leave, leading to your wife's miscarriage and your mother's odd behavior."

Before Max could even muster a reaction, a cascade of exclamation marks swept across the screen.

A netizen with the handle "Biggy Eyes" typed out the revelation.

Biggy Eyes: [I can attest! The streamer speaks the truth! That family attempted to extort money from Rosewood Hospital, where I'm employed!]

Biggy Eyes: [It was clear they were afraid of the cost and refused to sign the surgery form, delaying until it was too late! Then they had the audacity to cause trouble for the hospital. We were unlucky and had to pay 1 million dollars to settle it! A huge deal!]

Catching sight of the comment, Max blurted out in surprise, "My home is near Rosewood Hospital!

"I did buy this house a year ago, but we moved in only half a year ago."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the comment section erupted into a frenzy once again.

Netizen 1: [Oh my! What a twist!]

Netizen 2: [What a haunted house! Why did he buy such a house? He should just be called FoolishMax!"

Netizen 3: [Wow! Everything matches up! This streamer's the real deal!]

Netizen 4: [Holy crap! I come across a haunted house at midnight! I'll feel like I've hit the jackpot!]

Amidst the chaotic swell of new followers flocking to me, Max pleaded earnestly, "I was blind and offended you earlier! Please forgive me and give me the rune to save my mother and wife!"

I replied calmly, "Leave your address, and I'll send the rune to your home."

With practiced ease, I took out the yellow paper and, with a swift brushstroke, crafted a ghost-banishing rune.

Max asked nervously, "How do I use it?"

"It'll arrive by express delivery tomorrow. If it's convenient, I'll guide you through a video chat in the live broadcast room tomorrow night," I explained.

Max eagerly agreed, "Convenient! If my mom and wife get better, I'll throw you a grand celebration!"

"No need for that. If you truly wish to thank me, help me gain more followers," I suggested.

After I spoke, the comment section erupted once more.

Netizen 1: [Wow, the streamer really cares for her fans, preferring followers over money!]

Netizen 2: [No more words. I'm off to get you more followers, even if you don't craft the rune!]

Netizen 3: [We're all banding together to get my kindergarten buddies to follow you! Nobody gets left behind!]

At that moment, a dedicated fan seized the opportunity to message.

[Look at me! Please give me a lucky charm! I've been so unlucky lately.]

I politely declined.

"Sorry, I can only craft one rune each night. See you in the live broadcast room at 23:00 tomorrow night!"

With that, I ended the broadcast without waiting for a response.

The following night, the moment the clock struck midnight, I launched my live broadcast right on schedule.

Unexpectedly, the audience had swelled to over five thousand after last night's events.

Spotting Max, I initiated the video call.

I asked, "Have you received the rune?"

He eagerly replied, "I have. I also prepared skulls, incense, and candles as you instructed."

I whispered to him, guiding his every step, "Now, make your way to your mother's bedroom door. Light the incense and the candles, set the skulls in front of the door, and burn the rune."

He followed my instructions diligently.

Soon enough, his mother, who had been kneeling and kowtowing barefoot, ceased her strange movements.

She lay back on the bed, leaned against the pillow, and drifted off to sleep.

Overcome with joy, Max bowed repeatedly to the screen in gratitude.

I casually inquired, "Is there anything left in the house from the previous owner?"

Looking puzzled, he was lost in thought.

He replied, "Do keys count? I changed the locks when I moved in but haven't had the time to dispose of the old keys."

He promptly ran to the entrance. Retrieving a set of slightly used keys, he held them up to the camera.

I instructed, "Wrap the keys with the ashes and bury them somewhere."

Without hesitation, he nodded. "Okay."

Every viewer tuned into my live stream was left in a state of bewilderment.

However, some eagle-eyed viewers quickly caught on. A fan, going by the adorable nickname "Cutiehunk," excitedly shared a revelation.

Cutiehunk: [Holy cow! The streamer just opened a portal for the mother and daughter who were wronged in death! Every sin has its sinner. Bravo!]

Cutiehunk: [You've got such a bright vibe! I'm with you all the way! Can't wait to see that wicked woman get what's coming to her!]

Cutiehunk: [Now, this is how you do a live stream the right way! Totally awesome!]

Led by Cutiehunk, everyone finally understood.

I was using the keys to guide the spirits of the dead mother and daughter back to their true adversary.

A wave of praise flooded in, making my phone struggle as it clung to a sluggish 2G network.

Worried that my phone might seize up once more, I hastily ended the live.

As everyone was busy commenting, a private message notification chimed.

Then, a scrolling list of notifications popped up on the screen, signaling a flood of new users joining the live broadcast.

Then, a timely message popped up from a viewer with the nickname "DreamingHomeward."

DreamingHomeward: [I've got all 100 folks from the company following you now. I snapped a screenshot and sent it to you in a private message. Can I get a rune, please?]

My spirits lifted!

It seemed like the second person chosen by destiny had made their appearance tonight.

Netizen 1: [I was so caught up that I forgot to secure a spot! One rune per night, everyone!]

Netizen 2: [It's all because the streamer's aura of righteousness is too blinding to my eyes.]

Netizen 3: [My quick-money charm! I feel like I've missed out on some miracles.]

The comments flew by, but I tuned them out and connected the microphone to DreamingHomeward's line.

"How may I assist you?" I inquired.

DreamingHomeward replied, "Sorry, give me a sec to figure out how to put this."

His voice, tinged with a foreign accent, sparked the livestream into a frenzy.

Netizen 1: [Foreign accent? An international friend!]

Netizen 2: [Runes are part of our intangible cultural heritage; should foreigners really partake?]

Netizen 3: [Is it cool? If not, I'm up next. I'm dying to snag a quick-fortune charm!]

Sensing the skepticism, DreamingHomeward quickly explained, "I'm Bruce Kim, and my great-grandfather went abroad last century."

Realizing he was straying from the point, I gently reminded him.

"Please, tell me what troubles you."

Bruce found his focus and shared his tale.

"Simply put, since my great-grandfather's time, my family has been frail, none living past 40. We've sought answers across the globe, but it's futile. Now, three months from my fortieth birthday, I weaken by the day."

After listening to his narratives, I sensed something odd about the situation. But what I didn't anticipate was the sudden influx of savvy individuals flooding the comment section.

Netizen 1: [Oh my god! You and your family are cursed? It sounds like a storyline plucked right from the pages of "Lantern of the Lost Spirits."]

Netizen 2: [The Under-40 Curse? In your case, you really ought to seek out the Quadragenarian Liberation Pearl!]

Netizen 3: [I know where the pearl is. Elysian Vale! Head there now!]

I, however, was puzzled.

Bruce clarified, "Everyone, I've read the book 'Lantern of the Lost Spirits,' but seriously, I'm not some heir to the hero! Can my situation be fixed?"

I took a moment to think before inquiring, "Do you have any family photos?"

"Family photos? Yes!" Bruce responded.

"Send me three, ensuring all four generations are included," I requested.

Bruce complied.

I opened the private message and examined each of the three photos in turn.

I asked, "Is the porcelain bell-shaped flowerpot from the first photo still in your possession?"

"You have keen eyes! It was my great-grandfather's favorite, passed down through generations, now in my care," Bruce replied.

"Was a white peony ever planted in this pot?" I probed.

After hearing my question, he responded with doubt, "Can you see this?"

After a brief shock, Bruce shared what he knew.

"That must've been a century ago. I saw it in some old photos belonging to my great-grandfather. My dad said that my great-grandfather adored flowers, but for the sake of portability, he had to part with the white peony in the pot and left it behind in the backyard of our old house."

After hearing his explanation, I took a brief pause and ventured to ask, "After a century, that peony's surely gone by now, isn't it?"

Surprisingly, he said, "It should still be there."

I was stunned.

He continued, "Well, my old house has turned into a well-known tourist spot, Longriver Park, now. It should be pretty well preserved."

The live broadcast viewers erupted into excitement once again!

Netizen 1: [Oh my god! His house turned into a tourist spot? He's gotta be from some kind of royal lineage, right?]

Netizen 2: [His family left for abroad last century, and his last name's Kim. He's gotta be from a royal family, right?]

Netizen 3: [Jeez! Using porcelain for a flower pot? His family must have some serious clout.]

Amidst the flurry of exclamations from the online community, the voice of Bruce resonated once more.

He asked, "What kind of rune should I pray for in my situation?"

"Don't worry. Your current location might not be suitable for this rune yet," I replied.

"Can my illness be cured?" he asked hopefully.

I smiled, knowing the answer. "It can, but it depends on the choice you make."

"A choice?" he echoed.

"Yes, you need to decide between the flowerpot or your life," I stated calmly.

He murmured, "What's the connection with the flowerpot? Anyway, it's a family heirloom!"

I smiled serenely and stated with composure, "That is a national treasure, too."

Noticing the hesitation in his eyes, I offered my suggestion. "Look, if you're still unsure, how about we try this?

"I'll start by crafting the rune. Meanwhile, you should take out the cherished flower pot. Fill it with soil. Pay close attention to how you feel tonight. If there's improvement, we'll discuss next steps in the livestream tomorrow night at the same time."

After considering my suggestion, Bruce gave a reluctant nod.

With deft fingers, I pulled out the yellow paper from my bag. With my brush, a rune came to life.

"The rune for tonight is on its way. See you in the livestream tomorrow night, same time!"

I announced with a smile, ending the session by turning off the microphone.