31: Chapter 31 Night Walker Old Wu?

The chat in the livestream was still scrolling frantically.

That high-society family drama at Sun Jianguo's house earlier was absolutely explosive.

The four words "Old Sun is truly pathetic" would probably stay on the trending list all night.

"Brothers, I'm genuinely terrified of marriage now. This is more terrifying than a ghost story."

"You've got to keep your eyes peeled when looking for a wife in the future, otherwise the hat you'll be wearing will be taller than a building."

"Has Master Su's mouth been blessed or something? Whoever he talks about is doomed; his mouth is just too toxic!"

Su Yun looked at the screen filled with exclamation marks and question marks, his face expressionless.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

After seeing so many of these domestic squabbles, it all just felt the same.

Human nature is something that can't withstand scrutiny, let alone deep digging.

If everyone were to lay their hearts bare for all to see, there probably wouldn't be many clean people left in this world.

"Alright, alright, stop lamenting."

Su Yun picked up his thermos and took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

"Old Sun's situation is his own fate. You reap what you sow, and as outsiders, we should just watch the show and then disperse."

"It's getting late. Let's hurry up and finish the last divination so I can end the stream and get some rest."

Su Yun said this casually, completely unaffected by the heavy atmosphere from just a moment ago.

This is professional competence.

As long as it didn't involve his own life, other people's joys and sorrows were just data in his eyes.

He glanced at the backend.

Good heavens!

Because of that high-octane plot twist earlier, the number of people in the livestream had broken through the 150,000 mark!

If this had happened in the past, Su Yun would have woken up from his dreams laughing.

But now, he only cared about whether these 150,000 people could contribute more merit points to him.

"Alright, one last lucky bag."

Su Yun tapped the screen with his finger.

The red countdown icon appeared in the center of the screen once again.

"Same old rules: one thousand for the divination fee, fair prices for all."

"Those who want to calculate their fortune, marriage, or career, hurry up and participate."

"But I'll say this upfront: if you have a guilty conscience, it's best not to join in, otherwise Old Sun will be a cautionary tale for you."

As soon as these words were spoken, the chat was filled with laughter again.

"Master is engaging in entrapment!"

"Who would dare to have a guilty conscience? In front of Master Su, even ghosts would have to put on a pair of underpants before coming out."

"I hope we get someone normal; the last one was too depressing."

Ten seconds passed in a flash.

"Ding!"

The lucky bag drawing concluded.

Su Yun took a closer look and raised an eyebrow slightly.

The winner's ID was quite interesting: [Night Walker Old Wu].

This name sounded a bit sinister just by hearing it.

A night walker?

Someone running around in the middle of the night instead of sleeping is either up to no good or a thief.

"Congratulations to [Night Walker Old Wu]."

Su Yun read out the name.

"Judging by this moniker, this friend must also be a person with a story."

"Come on, backend, give him a mic. Let's see what this night walker is actually up to."

The connection request was sent, and it was accepted almost instantly.

Night Walker Old Wu also quickly gifted a Douyin No. 1.

However, the face that was expected did not appear on the screen.

There wasn't even a glimmer of light.

The entire screen was pitch black, as if someone had sealed the camera with black tape.

"What the hell? Did it lag?"

"Why is it so dark? Is he watching the stream from under the covers?"

"Is this guy playing on his phone with the lights off? Be careful, you'll go blind."

"It's a bit scary; how did the atmosphere suddenly turn into a horror movie?"

The viewers in the livestream began to whisper among themselves.

Su Yun didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

Although he couldn't see the image, he could hear the sounds clearly.

Huff, huff...

It was a very heavy, very ragged breathing sound.

It was like someone carrying a hundred-pound rock while climbing a hill, their lungs about to burst.

Besides the breathing, there was another, stranger sound.

It sounded like a metal shovel being thrust hard into the soil and then forcefully lifted up.

Su Yun was all too familiar with this sound.

When he was a child in the countryside, watching people dig wells, or... dig graves, it always sounded like this.

"This friend, Old Wu?"

Su Yun called out tentatively.

"Can you turn on a light? It's pitch black here; I'm not fortune-telling anymore, I'm listening to echoes."

The other side paused for two seconds.

Immediately after, a rustling, friction sound rang out.

Snap!

A blinding beam of strong light suddenly exploded on the screen.

It was the beam of a flashlight.

And not the kind of household flashlight, but an industrial-grade high-intensity flashlight, the beam filled with dancing dust particles.

The beam shook a few times before finally landing on a face.

A face that made the tens of thousands of people in the livestream gasp.

It was a man in his forties.

His face, hair, and even his eyebrows were covered in yellowish-brown dirt.

Sweat washed away the dirt, leaving streaks of black and yellow gullies on his face.

The scariest part was his eyes.

Vigilant, fierce, with bloodshot whites, like a lone wolf backed into a corner.

He was holding his phone in one hand and a flashlight in the other, crouching in a narrow, cramped space.

"Shh!"

Old Wu put his index finger to his lips, making a gesture for silence.

His voice was very low, as if he had a wad of phlegm stuck in his throat, raspy and harsh.

"Master, keep it down."

"This area isn't safe. If we attract the cops, we're all done for."

Cops?

Most of the viewers in the livestream were bewildered.

"What's a 'cop'? What is this guy talking about?"

"Must be slang, right? Sounds like someone from the underworld."

"Cops means police! Damn, this guy is a tough one!"

"Holy crap! Police? Then what is he doing? Why does this environment look like he's underground?"

When Su Yun heard the word "cops," his suspicions were confirmed by eighty or ninety percent.

He couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.

Good heavens.

Just sent off a Hulk, and now here comes a mole.

Is this system deliberately hosting a "criminal special" or what?

"Alright, let's keep it down."

Su Yun lowered his voice, playing along with him.

"Brother Old Wu, judging by your getup, you're working on a big job, aren't you?"

"Working out in the fields in the middle of the night, that's quite hard work."

Old Wu grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth stained yellow by smoke.

He seemed quite satisfied with Su Yun being "in the know."

"Master really is an understanding person."

"I don't mean anything else, I just heard people say that Master has a sharp eye and calculates accurately."

"I just dug up something good in the wasteland, and I'm not sure about it, so I wanted to ask Master to take a look."

As he spoke, Old Wu moved the flashlight beam downward.

"I mainly want to ask Master if this business can be safely cashed out."

"If it works out, there will definitely be a red envelope for Master."

These few sentences were all underworld slang.

"Wasteland" meant an undiscovered ancient tomb, "digging things up" meant grave robbing, and "cashing out" meant fencing stolen goods.

Su Yun nodded, his face calm.

"Since you are a fated person, go ahead and take it out for me to see."

"As long as the item is authentic, I can point you toward a clear path."