I did a livestreaming of fortune-telling, but was scolded by all netizens.

"Oh, the obscure actress is starting to adopt the persona of a Taoist priest."

"Go to hell. How dare you seduce my King."

Later, the haters in the live broadcast room were trembling with fear.

The Best-actor even rewarded me dozens of the 'carnival' bonus in my channel, "Thank you for saving my life."

1

I was originally an 18th-tier unknown actress, but because I pinched the arm of a Best-Actor winner when filming, I got scolded by people on the internet.

There meant to be very few notices left, but now they were all cancelled. The worst thing was that I would get pelted with eggs if I was recognized on the street.

Looking at my empty wallet, I was planning to go back to my old ways. But few minutes after the live started, fans of the actor swarmed in and the comment section was instantly flooded.

"Bitch, who allowed you to pinch my King's arm?"

"Heh, here comes another overconfident woman daring seduce him."

"Go to hell, bitch!"

I ignored their words and straightened my robes. "I'm a fortune teller in Olympus. I know everything from astronomy and geography to hotel room numbers. False, no charging. Correct, three thousand."

The comment section went silent for a moment, but then more insults followed.

"Lol. She's starting to go for the Taoist persona. Are you planning to hire some online trolls to build up your persona, attract some fans, and then sell products through live streaming?"

"Sisters, let's report her!"

"Wow, even Taoist priests are doing live broadcasts these days."

"Yes, Master, please predict when I will become rich."

I shouted again, "If the prediction is not accurate, no charge. But if it is, you need to pay me three thousand. I studied from Olympus, and I will never cheat anyone. If you want to try, you can contact me."

After hearing the price, passersby in the live broadcast room who originally wanted to try it all backed off, except for one named "the Louis Family" who made a call.

As the person showed up, it was a plump middle-aged woman with bloodshot eyes and a haggard face.

I frowned, her forehead turned black, showing that a death threat lingered on her family line.

Before she could speak, I said, "Based on your face, I can tell someone in your family has had an accident, and it's a direct relative of yours."

The comments section went wild with comments like, "Hey, this master can really do something."

"Isn't she the person who lost her child? If the master can really figure it out, it will be a good thing."

"Heh, she is playing tricks on people. This matter has made a great uproar. I guess she saw the news and found out about it, so she's here to deceive people."

"Bitch, get out of the entertainment business."

"The Louis Family" opened her eyes wide, "Master, Master, can I find my son? I have been looking for many days, but there is no clue."

"Hurry up and tell her she can, so that giving her some hope. I'll reward you a 'rocket' bonus."

"That's right. Whatever you say is a lie, so it's better to say something nice."

I ignored them, asked for her son's birth date and time, and cast a hexagram. Layers of white fog appeared in front of my eyes, and a place was vaguely visible in the fog.

"He can still be saved, but you have to be quick. There is already a hint of death on your family line. If the it solidifies, even a great immortal will be unable to take him back."

"Your son went missing because of an acquaintance of his. That person is a teacher. He molested a female student and was discovered by your son. In order to silence him, he knocked your son unconscious and took him out of school and hid him outside."

"Go quickly, your son won't last half an hour. If you don't go now, today will be the day your son dies."

"The Louis Family" was stunned. "It's him? It's him!"

"Go quickly! Go now! It will be bad if you go too late. It is better to believe it."

"Yes, hurry up."

She came back to her senses and stood up quickly.

I reminded her, "Take your phone. I'll show you the way. He didn't hide your son in his house. Call the police and an ambulance. Quick! You only have half an hour!"

"The Louis Family" rushed out, and the picture of her could not be seen clearly.

"Sisters, I found her address. Let's go!"

I kindly reminded, "Doxxing is illegal. Besides, I'm a fortune teller. Even though you found my address, come on if you can."

Ten minutes later, the picture of the woman's side gradually stabilized. "Master, Master, where is him?"

I looked at the path on the mountain. "Take the right path, and go straight for two kilometers. Then turn right. There is a cellar one kilometer away. It's right there."

The three-kilometer mountain road was rugged and it took her ten minutes to climb up. When she opened the door of the cellar, a boy of about fifteen or sixteen curling up there showed up. He looked pale and there was dried blood on the back of his head.

The woman hugged him and cried bitterly. I silently reminded her, "The ambulance can't come up. Hurry and take him down. There are only ten minutes left."

A middle-aged man who came from behind rushed over immediately after seeing his son, with his eyes bloodshot, "Son, what happened to you? This is the cellar of Tom Lee's family. Tom Lee, you bastard, I will kill you!"

After seeing the child found and successfully sent to the ambulance, I sent the payment code from the backend and said, "Remember to pay me the money. You can never owe money to a fortune teller. This is the rule passed down by our ancestors."

The Louis Family wiped away her tears, her hands shaking with excitement, "Thank you, Master. Thank you."

She quickly transferred the money to me and then hung up. I guess she went to Tom Lee.

The comment section went silent, and the “Get out of the entertainment business” messages that were flooding the screen have disappeared.

"Master, I kowtow to you. Please tell me when I will become rich."

"With a loud noise in the sky, your old slave made a brilliant appearance. Master, look at me!"

"There is no need to be a loud noise in the sky, because your old slave, me, has my own speakers."

"I don't need any speakers. I'll do it myself."

Before I could reply, a prompt popped up on the screen.

"Friendly reminder: Your live broadcast involves superstition and feudalism, and your account will be banned for 240 hours."

The live broadcast was blocked instantly.

I touched the bank card in my pocket. Hmm, three thousand, a huge sum of money.

2

The next morning, I was awakened by a knock on the door. When I opened the door, I saw two policemen.

I was stunned for a moment. "Oh my god, this is a closed area and you dare to enter. You are so brave."

They took out their IDs and said, "Ms. Waston, there is an interprovincial case that requires your cooperation in the investigation."

I figured it out. It must result from what happened last night.

When I arrived at the police station, a group of people questioned me and it seemed that they treated me as a criminal suspect.

But there was no evidence at all, so they had to let me go.

Before leaving, I was stopped and taken to the chief's office.

The director tried hard to squeeze out space for eyes on his chubby face, probably because he wanted to stare at me sharply, but in the end, even his eyes couldn't be seen, so he had to give up.

"I heard you are a fortune-teller?"

I took out the Olympus brand and slapped it, "Fortune-tellers from Olympus do have something. No lies, and no charge for inaccuracy."

"We need your help."

"Three thousand each time."

The flesh on Chief Bailey's face trembled like water ripples, "It's a cooperation between the police and a citizen."

I sighed, "It's not personal. Fortune-telling is about prying into the secrets of heaven. You have to pay to cut off our connection, otherwise you will be unlucky."

He hesitated for a moment and took out a few photos. "We recently solved a murder case. The suspect has been caught, but the clues are incomplete and the victim's body has not been found."

"If we can't find the body, we can't convict. Here's a photo of the victim. What can you tell?"

I looked at the photo. The death air was solid.

I took out the copper coins and tortoise shell I had brought, and counted on my fingers in a mysterious manner. Suddenly I opened my eyes and said, "No. 666, Impera Garden."

Director Bailey's face turned green. He walked around in the office and slammed the table, "Are you sure?"

I tilted my head back. "I'm absolutely sure. Ten out of ten."

No kidding. My integrity could be challenged, but fortune-telling ability could not. Because that’s what I do to make a living.

He touched his bald head and said, "Let's go take a look first."

When I got there, I realized why his face had been so green.

Well, it was a high-end game.

Impera Garden, villa area.

The people living there were either retired military officers or business tycoons. No. 666 was actually where a veteran lived.

Director Bailey looked at me with suspicion.

"That murderer was a loser. How could he dump the body here? Let's go back."

I stopped him and stroked my chin, "Who told you it was in the house? It was in the sewer."

He slapped his forehead, "I am going to get killed by you."

He called a bunch of people, and they pretended to be pipe cleaners and come to clean the sewer.

During the period, many people were watching.

When I was directing them to the specific location, my arm was grabbed. I turned around, saw an arrogant face.

"Elissa, you just can't give up, don't you? I can't believe you have chased my brother all the way here, and even disguised yourself as a plumber. You are so shameless."

I looked at this face and suddenly remembered that she was Joan Leech’s sister, Linda Leech.

She happened to come to visit her brother when I was filming with Joan, and she saw me touching Joan's arm.

"Elissa, I'm telling you. There's no chance for you to be with my brother. I already have a sister-in-law. You'd better be wise and get out of here now."

I shook her hand off and said, "You're being paranoid. I'm not interested in your brother."

Linda looked very unhappy. "Security, take her out. Be aware of who you are. Can you afford a house here?"

I watched the people fish out a few black plastic bags. I ignored this lunatic and said, "That's all."

Linda came closer and yelled, "I'm talking to you. Don't pretend you can't hear me... Ugh."

When the plastic bag was opened, a foul odor hit people in the face.

It caused an instant sensation.

The old soldier who lived in No. 666 came out at some point and frowned at Chief Bailey, "Sam, is this what you came here for? The murderer is so cruel. He must be severely punished."

Chief Bailey touched his bald head and said, "Yes, Mr. Leech."

"Are you the one who did the live fortune-telling yesterday?"

I searched for the voice and saw a young man.

Linda ran over after vomiting, "What kind of fortune-telling? I think it's just a trick. You charlatan, get out of here."

Mr. Leech frowned, "Linda, don't be rude. Go back."

I looked at the old house of the Leech family and said, "Mr. Leech, there is something wrong with the geomancy of your house. You'd better find someone who knows about it to take a look, otherwise it's easy to get into trouble."

Being not annoyed, Mr. Leech just nodded and left.

Chief Bailey came over and said with a silly smile, "Master, you know geomancy. Why don't you go to my house and take a look?"