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Strawberry Lover nodded eagerly.
"Senior, when can I reach out to you?"
Ruan Fuxi thought for a moment and replied, "How about tomorrow morning? I'll contact you through the backstage."
Then she added, "Don't worry, you won't hear those voices again tonight. You'll be able to sleep well."
The reason the soul trapped inside that human skin drum was doing all this was to help her return. Since Strawberry Lover had agreed to send her back, the other party naturally wouldn’t do anything further.
Hearing this, Strawberry Lover visibly relaxed. "That's great, Senior! I'll find you tomorrow."
With that, the connection was cut off.
Ruan Fuxi proceeded to connect with the second person. The second lucky draw winner was a user with the online name "Believe in Science." He generously gifted three thousand yuan worth of presents right away.
Once the connection was established, Believe in Science's face appeared on the screen. The viewers were astonished.
"Isn't this the guy who specializes in debunking superstitions and challenges? He has quite a few fans."
"I've seen his content; honestly, he's really bold—talking about ghost possession, sleeping in mass graves during Qingming Festival, and using fresh blood to give life to paper figures."
"He's really fearless; I even doubt if he actually does all that or if it's just edited together."
"It's not edited; I've watched his live streams, and it's all real."
"He's gained a lot of fans online now, but I don't understand why he's connecting to stream."
Sun Fan was indeed Believe in Science. After discovering he had won the lucky draw, he was extremely excited.
He had started his self-media journey a long time ago and had tried many different paths—lifestyle, food, reviews—but none were particularly successful. However, once he began focusing on debunking feudal superstitions online, he started to gain popularity.
After experiencing the benefits of his newfound fame, Sun Fan had no desire to return to his previous endeavors. He was naturally bold and didn't believe in ghosts or gods; he felt no fear or reverence towards them.
Sun Fan began to boldly challenge various taboos, and his fan base skyrocketed from a few thousand to three million. Recently, however, he noticed that his follower growth had slowed down; it seemed he had hit a bottleneck.
Desperate for fame, Sun Fan decided to connect with other streamers. He set his sights on Ruan Fuxi, not for any particular reason other than her current popularity and the fact that she was a fortune-teller.
He thought to himself, if he could prove that ghosts didn't exist, then stepping on Ruan Fuxi's fame would surely make him explode in popularity. Thus, he spent every day contemplating how to connect with her, and fortune smiled upon him—he actually managed to get through.
Ruan Fuxi raised an eyebrow. "What do you want to ask?"
Sun Fan grinned widely. "Hello, I'm also a streamer. I'm currently in a haunted villa, and I don't believe in ghosts. Why don't you tell me, will I encounter a ghost today?"
Ruan Fuxi replied, "Since you don't believe in ghosts, what’s the point of asking me this question? If you believe, there are; if you don’t, there aren’t."
Sun Fan secretly scoffed. He had watched Ruan Fuxi's live stream on a survival show and admitted that she had a good rapport with animals. However, that had nothing to do with ghosts. As for her supposed ability to predict the future during her streams—that was all fabricated.
Having spent enough time on the internet, he knew that anything could be faked. In his view, Ruan Fuxi's reluctance to directly answer whether he would encounter a ghost tonight only indicated her own insecurity.
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