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That was a talisman she had drawn countless times without success. Bai Tong's gaze turned cold at the thought. Who could draw such a difficult symbol? How did the other party know how to draw it? Could it be that they had stolen the ancient texts of their Bai Mountain Sect?
"Friend, was that talisman you drew just now?" Zhou Yi asked, unaware of Bai Tong's inner thoughts, and immediately denied it.
"Of course not. How could I possibly draw such an impressive talisman?" However, recalling that she and Bai Tong were not particularly close, she quickly added, "I also obtained this one by chance. It’s the only one I have on me, meant for life-saving purposes in critical moments."
Bai Tong pondered for a moment upon hearing this and then pressed further, "Could you tell me who drew that talisman? I would like to learn from them."
Zhou Yi did not agree immediately. After a moment of thought, she replied, "Sorry, Bai Daoist. I think I need to ask them first before I can give you an answer."
Though Bai Tong felt somewhat dissatisfied, she could only respond, "That’s understandable. Thank you for your trouble."
Zhou Yi nodded and didn’t engage in further small talk. "I’ve sustained some injuries and need to return to recuperate. Bai Daoist, your injuries are also quite serious; you should head back as well."
Bai Tong recalled the cause of her injuries, and her expression darkened again. Zhou Yi paid no mind to her thoughts and left immediately after speaking.
Meanwhile, in Ruan Fuxi's live streaming room, Sun Fan was putting on a pitiful act in front of the camera. "Great-grandma, you must save me!"
He no longer cared about losing followers or facing embarrassment; his life was the most important thing. Ever since he left the villa, Sun Fan couldn't shake the feeling that his fate was sealed, that he wouldn't live past seven days. He immediately began to cry in front of the camera.
Ruan Fuxi raised an eyebrow. "Didn’t you say you didn’t believe?"
Sun Fan chuckled awkwardly. "Great-grandma, it’s not that I didn’t see it before; I just didn’t understand. Please don’t hold it against me. I believe now—especially—I really do! Please save me."
Ruan Fuxi rubbed her forehead in exasperation. This guy could easily let go of his pride and had a thick skin.
"Stop calling me great-grandma," she said. "I’m just a live-stream fortune teller. Why do you want to treat me like your ancestor or great-grandmother?"
Hearing this, Sun Fan smoothly changed his address. "Sister Ruan."
Seeing that he genuinely wanted to change and realized his mistake, Ruan Fuxi replied, "Don’t rush. First, you need to get some sun."
Sun Fan's eyes lit up with excitement. "Does that mean if I get more sun, everything will be fine? Then I’ll give the cameraman a few days off."
Ruan Fuxi was taken aback. "How could that be? Also, your cameraman is in the same situation as you; you both need to get sun together."
The cameraman, who had been standing quietly nearby, swayed slightly at her words.
The sky is falling! How did he end up in this mess too? He looked at Sun Fan with tears in his eyes, vowing never to work on supernatural content with him again.
Sun Fan felt worried as well.
"Sister Ruan, you won't just leave me to bask in the sun, right? Is there anything else I need to do?"
Ruan Fuxi replied, "You don't need to do anything else; just get your money ready."
After all, she wasn't working for free.
Sun Fan immediately responded, "Okay, Sister Ruan!"
He spent the entire day soaking up the sun, from morning until sunset.
At this time, the viewers in Sun Fan's livestream weren't saying much, while Ruan Fuxi's fans were very active.
"Daily dose of slapping faces in Sister Ruan's livestream!"
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