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"I find it quite coincidental that Sister Ruan also calculates three fortunes a day, just like the fortune-telling broadcasts I follow from Xilili."
"I have a bold guess. Do you think Sister Ruan and Xilili might be the same person?"
"Look, there's a 'Xi' in Sister Ruan's name, and Xilili's nickname also has 'Xi.' It's really quite a coincidence."
"I think everyone's guesses make sense. After all, the time when Master Xilili stopped broadcasting coincided perfectly with Sister Ruan participating in this variety show. Wow, when you put it that way, there are just too many coincidences!"
Ruan Fuxi smiled to herself as she read these speculations, maintaining a calm demeanor on the surface. The netizens were indeed sharp; they were right. However, she had no intention of admitting it. She planned to remain a mysterious fortune teller, not wanting to reveal her real-life identity. Of course, it wasn't impossible to expose herself. If one day her disguise fell apart completely, she would acknowledge it.
At that moment, Ruan Fuxi looked at the anxious Dali and began to read his fortune. "You are forty years old; your father passed away three years ago, and you have a son, correct?"
Dali nodded eagerly upon hearing this. "Master Ruan, you're right! My dad passed away in an accident three years ago."
Ruan Fuxi continued, "I sense some negative energy surrounding you. Think about whether anything strange has happened recently."
Dali frowned and replied, "Master, ever since this month began, I've been dreaming every night about my dad talking to me. He said there’s something buried under our old home that I should find."
Ruan Fuxi said, "You found the object and opened it."
Dali took a sip of water and nodded. "At first, I didn't take it seriously, but after dreaming about it repeatedly, I thought it must be something valuable buried under our old home that my dad didn’t have time to tell me before he passed away. So I went back and dug it up. But to my surprise, what I found wasn’t treasure; it was a jar containing a handful of ashes."
Dali looked regretful; he shouldn’t have dug up that jar. "At the time, I thought it was worthless and just tossed it aside. But ever since then, strange things started happening. First, my son had a fever and said there was an unfamiliar old man in our house. Then my wife had an accident on her way to work, and I almost got into a car crash myself. That’s when I realized maybe I disturbed something unclean. Master, do you think my situation is related to that jar?"
Ruan Fuxi answered him with certainty.
"That's right, it's about that jar, but what’s inside isn’t dust or dirt; it’s human ashes."
The viewers in the broadcast room were all taken aback.
"I suspected that jar might be special, but I never guessed it contained ashes."
"Ruan Jie is truly impressive; she started off the connection with something so shocking."
"Who understands? I'm both scared and love watching this."
At that moment, Dali's expression was one of terror.
"What! It’s actually ashes! Master, what should I do now? Should I just bury the jar? But I have no idea whose ashes are in there."
Ruan Fuxi scrutinized his features and said, "This matter isn’t that simple. Think about your family; haven’t all the men lived past sixty, and hasn’t life been quite tough for them?"
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