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Due to my family's background, I began my practice at a young age. I had never seen a talisman drawn by any master that possessed such remarkable efficacy. Moreover, these talismans are particularly difficult to draw. Just now, during this hot summer season, when someone mentioned wanting to buy ten talismans, I thought it was impossible to complete them by tomorrow under normal circumstances.
Drawing talismans is not a simple task; it requires bathing, burning incense, cleansing one's hands, and focusing all one's energy to channel the spiritual essence of heaven and earth. Not every talisman can be successfully completed; typically, more than half of them end up as waste. The mental and time investment is significant, and a bit of luck is also needed. I doubted that this person could really finish drawing ten talismans by tomorrow.
Hearing her speak made it seem genuinely challenging. I had never been involved in this area before, and it turned out that the talismans drawn by this person were far superior to ordinary ones! Who should I believe? One was a disciple of a master, while the other was someone I had witnessed firsthand. It was a tough choice.
Confidently, I thought I would expose their deception and ensure that this person would be silenced from using fortune-telling as a guise to deceive others. I suspected that the story about the pile driver crushing the car was fabricated because I couldn't believe such a heavy machine could hover in mid-air; it sounded like a made-up tale.
At that moment, the hot summer season was still connected online. Upon hearing me accuse her of being a fraud and calling the master a scammer as well, she couldn't hold back any longer. She fiddled with her phone and immediately turned the screen towards me: "I am not a fraud nor a scammer. This is the chat record between me and my father at that time. He sent me the photo of the car crushed by the pile driver. You should be able to find this incident online; it just didn't cause any casualties, so it didn't get much attention."
On her phone screen were clear chat records between her and him, along with the photo showing the front of the car and the driver's seat crushed by the pile driver.
Looking at the photo made it easy to visualize how dangerous it had been at that moment. If someone had been in the car, they would have surely been crushed to bits.
"You're right; this is real. I just searched online, and there really was such an incident," I thought to myself.
Seeing how easily the audience was swayed made me feel frustrated. Just because something happened doesn't mean what she said was true; perhaps they concocted this story using an actual event.
"It sounds reasonable," I mused, "after all, no one can prove whether her father and daughter got out of that car."
Seeing that she had even pulled up chat records made me anxious. "You can check! Including the license plate number; I can prove that the crushed car belongs to my family."
At that moment, I continued: "Did you really transfer one million to this person? I suspect you’re just trying to deceive the audience; you probably didn’t transfer any money at all."
I couldn't believe anyone would willingly spend one million just to buy a talisman.
Upon hearing my words, she immediately pulled up her phone’s transfer records and covered up the transfer and recipient information before showing it to the camera: "Look everyone! This is a transfer of one million! Here’s the timestamp—now no one can say I'm a fraud!"
"One million! One million! A real one million!"
"I don't want to ask for fortune-telling; I want to apprentice under this person!"
Zhou Yi had never seen so many zeros before, and she felt a twinge of envy. There was no doubt now that the streamer and the wealthy woman, Summer, were in cahoots; the evidence was right there.
At this moment, Zhou Yi was a bit dazed. After all, she had firmly believed that the streamer was nothing but a fraud, yet here they were, having actually transferred one million.
A wave of desolation washed over her, like a cold autumn wind sweeping through her heart, leaving her feeling chilled to the bone. This scammer could easily swindle a million with just a few words and some talismans, while she toiled endlessly—exorcising spirits and performing rituals—scraping together every penny. It felt unbearably unfair.
Zhou Yi couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness; tears threatened to spill. Perhaps after logging off, she should reach out to Summer and see if she could sell something to boost her own finances?
Up until now, Zhou Yi had only ruled out Summer as a scammer; she still firmly believed that the streamer was nothing but a fraud.
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