3: My friend, your forehead is black, which is a very bad sign!

Li Heng's heart sank, but he remained outwardly calm.

Streaming?

This kid is actually a Streamer?

Did he come here to find amusement and create streaming content?

The young man named Han Li, however, completely ignored Li Heng's reaction, glanced at his phone screen, and continued to interact with the family members (audience) in his live stream.

"family members (audience), see that? An Immortal's guidance, completely free of charge. For this gimmick, I give it nine points; I'd deduct one point for fear he'd get arrogant."

He was also a student who had just finished his college entrance exams, with terrible scores, so he simply poured all his energy into short videos and live streaming.

His main focus was authenticity, specializing in debunking hoaxes.

Whether it was an internet-famous restaurant with 'tech and harsh ingredients' or a charlatan fortune-teller, as long as he targeted them, he wouldn't consider it a loss until he had thoroughly exposed them.

Relying on this reckless drive, he actually made a small name for himself in the field of debunking.

As soon as the college entrance exams ended, he started live streaming.

Today, he had originally planned to explore a legendary haunted house for a big show.

But halfway there, his stomach rumbled with hunger, so he detoured to the night market to find food, and simultaneously started streaming to chat with his family members (audience).

Who knew, he would encounter Li Heng, this 'pure stream' of a person.

Setting up a fortune-telling stall in a bustling night market was practically writing 'I am a swindler' on his face.

Han Li's occupational habit immediately kicked in, and he instantly decided to postpone tonight's haunted house adventure and first expose this Little Daoist Priest.

However, as he got closer and saw Li Heng's face, he started to have doubts.

This Little Daoist Priest looked to be about the same age as himself, with soft, delicate skin, not like an old Jianghu veteran.

Perhaps he was just some chuunibyou teenager who flunked his college entrance exams, ran out to experience life, and was playing cosplay.

Thinking this, Han Li, with the mindset purely for show effect, pointed his camera at him.

But he didn't know that Li Heng at this moment had no intention of playing along with him.

Li Heng's expression was more solemn than ever before.

Just now, he instinctively activated his Heavenly Eye, wanting to see the Streamer's background.

The result of that glance almost made him jump off his stool in shock.

From his perspective, the young man named Han Li was entirely enveloped in a thick, inseparable layer of black-grey Death Qi.

That Death Qi, like maggots clinging to bone, was coiled around his glabella and heart, wispy and extremely ominous.

This was a sign of great misfortune!

And it was a death calamity!

Li Heng quickly calculated with his fingers, and his heart sank sharply.

Two hours, three hours at most.

If this kid was left alone, he would surely die a violent death!

Li Heng's brows instantly furrowed into a knot.

Save him, or not save him?

Logically speaking, they were strangers, and the other party was treating him like a monkey, so he could completely stand by and do nothing.

But... this was, after all, the first genuine 'customer' who had come up to him since he set up his stall.

And he was a Streamer with his own traffic.

If it could be verified on him, wouldn't his reputation as an 'Immortal' instantly spread?

At that time, would he still worry about crowdfunding?

Thinking of this, Li Heng made up his mind.

Save him! Must save him!

"Hey? Buddy? What are you thinking about?"

Han Li saw that Li Heng hadn't spoken for a long time, just frowning and staring blankly, thinking he was distracted, so he waved his hand in front of his eyes.

"What are you spacing out for? Can't figure it out? If you can't, I'm leaving."

Li Heng slowly raised his head, his expression frighteningly serious, and spoke a groundbreaking sentence.

"This... friend, your glabella is dark, and Death Qi surrounds your body, which is a sign of great misfortune."

"If it's not resolved, within three hours, there will definitely be a bloody disaster."

As soon as these words came out.

Han Li was stunned.

The bullet comments in the live stream also paused for a second.

The next second, the entire live stream exploded.

"Holy crap! Hahahahaha!"

"Classic! My grandma went to the temple to burn incense, and those Great Masters told her the exact same thing!"

"Dark glabella? Streamer, you have a beauty filter on, how could it be dark?"

"I'm dying of laughter, this Little Daoist Priest understands streaming; the show effect is instantly maximized!"

"Streamer, quickly ask him how to resolve it, whether he needs to consecrate something, or get a talisman, eight hundred eighty-eight to take home?"

Han Li looked at the wildly scrolling bullet comments and couldn't hold back either, his lips curving wildly upward, almost laughing out loud.

So talented!

This guy is a born streaming genius!

He forcibly suppressed his laughter, winked at the camera, and then continued to ask Li Heng seriously: "Oh? Great Master, is that true? Then what... should I do?"

The popularity of the live stream was soaring due to this sudden dramatic development.

Han Li could already foresee that today's live stream was going to be a hit.

Li Heng looked at Han Li's suppressed smile and knew that the other party didn't believe a single word.

He secretly cursed himself.

Too hasty.

How could such a thing be said so directly?

If it were him, he would also consider the other person a fool.

He cleared his throat, adjusted his tone, and decided to try a different approach.

"Looking at your full forehead and square jaw, you were originally destined for wealth and nobility. What a pity, what a pity..."

Li Heng began to talk nonsense seriously, combining the facial reading techniques he had learned online with his own observations.

"Your prominent brow bone indicates a straightforward personality, unyielding. This is a good thing, but being too rigid is easy to break, and also tends to attract misfortune."

"Looking at your nose bridge again, there is an extremely faint horizontal line; this is a 'broken root' sign, indicating accidental disaster."

"Most crucially, it's your philtrum. Your philtrum is short and shallow, indicating obstructed Luck and diminished Lifespan. Coupled with the Death Qi currently clinging to you, the two clash, and tonight is the day of your great calamity!"

He spoke these words with reason and evidence, half-truth and half-falsehood, in a steady tone, with quite the air of a Master.

After speaking, he added another sentence, increasing the weight of his words.

"If you don't believe me, you can take it as nonsense. But this calamity is no small matter. Seeing that we are fated today, I will draw a 'safety talisman' for you for free. Wear it close to your body, and it may help you resolve this calamity."

He thought to himself, he had said so much, and wasn't even asking for money, so the other party should believe him, right?

However, the smile on Han Li's face gradually disappeared.

His expression became somewhat unnatural, even disappointed.

He had originally thought that Li Heng was just a young man playing around, and they would cooperate in a show to entertain the audience, and that would be it.

But now it seemed he had misjudged.

This kid was serious!

This set of rhetoric, this routine, was exactly the same as those old swindlers he had debunked before!

First, exaggerate the danger to scare you.

Then say he can help you for free to lower your guard.

Later, when drawing the talisman, he would surely say that the talisman paper and cinnabar were consecrated and that a Materials fee must be charged.

Step by step, drawing you in.

So young, not learning good things, but learning to engage in feudal superstition and deceive people!

Thinking of this, an unidentifiable anger flared up in Han Li's heart. He felt it was his duty to pull this misguided young man back to the Righteous Path.

He suddenly stood up, looking down at Li Heng, his tone becoming stern.

"I say, buddy, you're so young, why don't you do something good? Why do you have to come out and do these things to deceive people?"

"Is it fun? Is it interesting?"

Li Heng was directly dumbfounded by his sudden righteous judgment.

"Huh?"

He looked bewildered, "I... I'm not deceiving anyone, and I didn't say I was going to charge you money?"

"Heh."

Han Li sneered. He was too familiar with this routine.

"Not charging money now doesn't mean you won't charge money later!"

"Free talisman drawing, right? And then you're going to say your cinnabar is from a thousand-year-old spiritual mountain, and your yellow paper has been consecrated by a Heavenly Master, so you need to charge a cost fee, right?"

"Let me tell you, I've seen this routine too many times!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he got, and he directly aimed his phone camera at Li Heng's face, righteously announcing to the thousands of viewers in the live stream.

"Folks, you all saw it! Today, I, Han Li, will act on behalf of the Dao and pull this misguided young man back to the Righteous Path!"

"We must believe in science and resist feudal superstition!"

Li Heng: "???"

He was completely dumbfounded.

What was all this about?

I'm kindly trying to save your life, not charging money, and I'm being treated as a swindler?

And he wants to act on behalf of the Dao and pull me back to the Righteous Path?

A million grass-mud horses galloped through Li Heng's mind, and he felt his head buzzing.

He sighed, if only he could tell his own fortune, he would really want to cast a divination for himself.

To see if he had stepped in dog poop when he went out today, how could his Luck be so bad!