Spirit Reaper - Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Master You’er—Wuyi Transforms into Master You’er, Broadcasting Live…

“Your name is Su Yu. Your mother’s name is Su Meixin.”

“Do you have any memory of this?”

“Mmm…” Xiaoyu’s cheeks puffed out, her brow furrowing deeply in thought. After a long while, she shook her head dejectedly. “No, Xiaoyu can’t remember anything.”

Although Xiaoyu’s response was expected, Wuyi still felt a pang of sadness seeing the little girl’s disappointment.

“Xiaoyu, besides this, there’s one more thing I think you should know.” Wuyi knelt down, looking straight into Xiaoyu’s eyes. “Regardless of whether you can fully understand it right now, I have to tell you.”

“You, and your mother, have both died. The reason others can’t see you right now is that you are already a ghost.”

“I know this might be hard to accept all at once, but…”

“Dead? That means being asleep, right?!” To Wuyi’s surprise, Xiaoyu didn’t show a hint of sadness. Instead, her eyes lit up with excitement. “I remember! Mommy said that after a sleep, everything would be better. Once you’re asleep, there are no more painful things!”

“Mommy said that after falling asleep, Xiaoyu would have all the candy and bread she wanted! But why don’t I have anything now?” Her mood plummeted again. “I don’t want candy anymore. I just want Mommy.”

“Mommy said she loves Xiaoyu most and would never leave me behind…”

“Alright, alright, Xiaoyu, don’t be sad. Go downstairs and play with Sister Xiaotuan, okay? I’ll handle the search for your mother.”

After comforting Xiaoyu, Wuyi fell into deep thought. Whether from the neighbor’s account or Xiaoyu’s description, Su Meixin was someone who valued her daughter more than her own life. If she took Xiaoyu with her in a suicide pact, there was no way she would abandon Xiaoyu’s soul after death.

The mother and daughter died of carbon monoxide poisoning. Normally, they should both be Bound Spirits (Di Fu Ling), forced to repeat the scene of their death in that apartment every day until their natural lifespan would have ended. Bound Spirits cannot leave their location on their own—yet Xiaoyu was floating around as if she were a free spirit.

Unless someone had interfered. But who would target such an ordinary pair?

Wuyi couldn’t figure it out. Her mind was a tangled mess. If I can’t solve it, I’ll stop thinking about it for now, she thought, collapsing onto her bed. If someone truly was manipulating Su Meixin’s disappearance, they wouldn’t leave Xiaoyu behind forever. Eventually, they would slip up.

The investigation into Su Yu was stuck, so over the next few days, Wuyi balanced school while planning her next move. Fortunately, Song Miao brought good news: her proposal was accepted, and they could start the “Welfare Livestream” over the weekend.

Before the broadcast, Wuyi coached Song Miao on how to build hype on social media. The more people who watched, the better. As for the risk of being reported for “spreading feudal superstition”… the Taoist Association had deep connections. They could ignore any reports.

As expected, the teaser videos went viral. Whether people were facing genuine supernatural issues or were just there for the drama, they swarmed the channel. Pre-registrations for the stream jumped to 50,000+.

• “Lincheng Taoist Association Opens Stream After Years”

• “Lincheng Taoist Association’s First Welfare Stream”

• “Mysterious Master Guests on Stream”

• “50 Yuan per Fortune—Suicidal Low Prices!”

The hashtags dominated the trending lists. Usually, a consultation at the Association started at 500 Yuan minimum. Wuyi herself charged that much. 50 Yuan was practically a steal.

“Success or failure depends on this. Good luck, Wuyi,” Song Miao said, handing her a Bull Head mask. She adjusted the camera settings. “Wear this well. Don’t let anyone recognize you. Give me a signal when you’re ready.”

Wuyi nodded and put on the mask. It fit perfectly, and her vision was clear. She gave an “OK” gesture. After a three-second countdown, the highly anticipated livestream began.

The room was instantly flooded. Comments scrolled by so fast they were a blur.

• Is this the mysterious master? Looks kind of unreliable.

• Finally! Master, pick me! I want a reading! Will I get rich?

• You people are so shallow! I want to know what I was in my past life!

“Welcome everyone to the stream,” Wuyi began, lowering her voice into a calm, mature register. “I am the practitioner known as You’er  Master Two. Today, I will be providing readings for the fated ones among you.”

Hello, Master You’er! Master’s voice sounds quite young… Is this just a rookie? Is the cultivation level high enough?

“If you have a request, click the link on the bottom right to queue,” Wuyi instructed. “Once you’re on, a donation of a ‘Bullish Spirit’ (5,000 coins) will secure your spot.”

Almost instantly, the queue hit 99+. Wuyi smirked behind the mask and accepted the first request.

A face filled the screen—a girl in her twenties with a high ponytail and a tracksuit, looking full of energy. “Hello, Master! I didn’t think I’d be first! I want to ask about my marriage prospects. What kind of partner will I find in the future?”

She sent the donation. A massive firework effect exploded on the screen.

“Wait a moment.” Wuyi laid out her tools. “Please private message your birth details (Bazi) to the back end.”

Song Miao quickly passed the information over. Looking at the birth chart, Wuyi immediately understood the situation. “I speak quite directly. I hope you don’t mind.”

The girl nodded.

“Based on your chart and the Zi Wei Dou Shu palace, you are a ‘romance-brain’—and a stubborn one. Once you pick someone, ten bulls couldn’t pull you back. In your relationships, you love spending money on your partners. Based on your past few relationships, you’ve spent no less than 100,000 Yuan, haven’t you? Your judgment in people… is quite poor.”

The girl’s face turned beet red as the comments erupted.

Hahaha! Look at her face. Master You’er just stripped her bare! Suddenly I don’t want a reading. Master knows everything! This is a social death trap! Ladies, take notes! Don’t let your brain be turned into mush by romance!

Wuyi realized she might have said too much in public. She decided to change her strategy and send past details via private message from now on. She sent one final private note to the girl: Last point: Your previous partners were all women.

Having received full confirmation from the girl, Wuyi proceeded to the answer.

“You ask about your future marriage. Based on your chart, I suggest you focus on your career for now. Your career luck is excellent. If you put in the effort, you’ll have a great result. For the next five years, your romantic luck is unfavorable; you are easily deceived. However, after five years, your luck improves. You will meet a lover about three years older than you—someone capable, upwardly mobile, and a gentle, guiding type of partner. They will likely be a colleague or a superior.”

The girl’s expression turned from embarrassment to pure excitement.

“I understand, Master!” the girl nodded vigorously. “I’ll focus on my work! Thank you!” She sent two more ‘Bullish Spirit’ donations before disconnecting.

Wuyi smiled. “Friends in the stream, please don’t overspend. This is a welfare stream.”

The readings continued for two hours. Wuyi was starting to feel disappointed—the person she was truly looking for hadn’t appeared. Was my direction wrong from the start?

But then, Song Miao’s gasp broke her focus.

“Xu Li’s manager and her family just started a broadcast!”