I Rule Fortune-Telling Livestreams-Chapter 82: Time Turns Back a Thousand Years, You’re Finally Here

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Time Turns Back a Thousand Years, You’re Finally Here

["You’re disgusting. You gave that kid a necklace worth 100,000 yuan to frame Han Lijie. Don’t think we don’t know what you did!"]

["A piece of scum like you wants us to help you get more followers? Dream on!"]

["Starting today, I’m camping in your stream. I’ll flame you to hell every time you dare to go live!"]

Hundreds of hateful comments flooded the screen in an instant. Mianmian was completely stunned. ’How could this be? How do these people know what I did?’

He finally understood that these people were all here to curse him out.

He didn’t dare say a word and immediately ended the stream.

That same night, the homeroom teacher and the top student received hundreds of abusive messages. Their DMs were spammed by a troll army, and they were so scared they deleted their TikTok accounts overnight.

Later, following the address Shen Zhiyao had given, Han Dangwu found Han Lijie that very night and took him to turn himself in.

After re-interviewing witnesses and re-examining the crime scene, the police discovered that certain details of the case matched Shen Zhiyao’s account exactly. In the end, they proved that Han Lijie was indeed not the murderer.

At home, Zhou Lan dreamed every night of her son standing at their door, covered in blood.

One day, the police came for her son with evidence in hand. Only then did Zhou Lan finally realize her mistake, desperately trying to stop the police from taking him away. "I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I failed to protect you, it’s my fault! I was wrong! I was so wrong!"

After Zhou Lan’s son was taken away by the police, his psychological defenses crumbled, and he confessed to all the crimes he had committed.

Only when the police issued an official announcement did everyone realize they had wrongly accused Han Lijie.

The person they had always thought was the bad guy was, in fact, a good person.

The video from Shen Zhiyao’s livestream began to circulate. While people were amazed by Shen Zhiyao’s abilities, they also learned that the online rumors about Han Lijie were all false.

Suddenly, the top student, the female classmate, and the homeroom teacher became public pariahs, cyberbullied by everyone online.

Before midnight, the students were forced to withdraw, and the teacher was fired.

Their relatives would shake their heads at the mere mention of their names, and their families even threw them out of their homes.

Only then did they begin to feel regret, but it was already too late.

The power of the internet is immense. After Han Lijie was exonerated, netizens from all over the country donated money to support him and his sister through college.

Suddenly, everything was back on track.

Things were heading in a good direction.

...

During this time, many people came to Shen Zhiyao’s livestream for divinations. There were all kinds of stories, filled with every sort of joy, sorrow, separation, and reunion.

But having lived for over a hundred years, Shen Zhiyao had seen all manner of people and events; nothing really stirred her emotions.

Tonight, however, was different. While meditating and cultivating, her mind kept wandering, constantly replaying Tu Yue’s past experiences.

She remembered the words Tu Yue had said: "If we are caught in the same snow today, then we can say we have grown white-haired together in this life."

It was clearly someone else’s emotion, someone else’s experience, yet Shen Zhiyao felt as if she had lived through it herself. Even her heart ached faintly.

She sat on the third-floor terrace, and when she looked up, a bright moon hung in the sky.

The bright moon shone down. On whose hair did it land? Whose head did it turn white?

"Love... what is it, really? Why does it cause so much heartache for so many in the mortal world...?" She spoke the words aloud unconsciously and was momentarily shocked at herself.

After a hundred years of cultivation, she had always believed she saw through everything. Only now did she understand that matters of love and affection were not something she could ever truly comprehend.

But tonight, all these sorrowful emotions surged in like a tide, as if something were about to burst forth, yet there was no trace of its source.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm. She quickly cast aside all distracting thoughts and entered a state of cultivation.

At the same time, beneath a parasol tree outside the villa, a tall, slender man had been standing for a long time.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the parasol tree’s leaves, casting a snow-like brilliance upon his head.

His cold gaze pierced the darkness, fixing on Shen Zhiyao, unwilling to look away.

But that cool, distant gaze was now filled with a profound sadness.

Unconsciously, his memories were pulled back a thousand years. Back then, she had stood atop Lingyun Peak, so resolute. "You coward! Are you really choosing to run away? Our kingdom lies at the center of this conflict. With so many nations at war, we will inevitably be drawn in! Are you truly unwilling to tell the truth?"

Back then, he had simply brushed her hand away, turned, and left without a word, leaving Shen Zhiyao standing there all alone.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard her anguished shout: "If you don’t stand with me now, you will regret it!"

But still, he said nothing and departed from Lingyun Peak without a moment’s hesitation.

His thoughts returned to the present, and he squeezed his eyes shut in pain.

Millennia had passed, and he had finally waited for her to return. But he no longer had the courage to approach her. He only stood there, whispering her name, "Yaoyao..."

He let out a long breath, as if everything could start over again.

He turned, walked into the darkness, and his figure slowly disappeared.

Not long after the man left, two furtive figures appeared inside the villa.

"Brother Qiang, is this the place? Holy shit, this villa looks so fucking luxurious! Is that real gold on the walls?"

"This is the place, all right. The gold on the walls is probably real, too, but it’s not like we can pry it off! Let’s find what the client wants first. Once we get what she paid for and ’take care of’ the woman, we’ll have 60 million. Then we won’t have to worry about a couple of gold plates on a wall!"

"Damn, this chick’s got some serious balls, living here all alone. Doesn’t even have a guard dog."

"All the better for us. It gives us an opening. Now cut the crap and let’s get to work!"

And so, the two furtive figures snuck into the backyard and climbed up the wall.

As they reached the top, one of them chuckled, "The owner’s pretty careless. No electric fence or anything. Heh heh heh... Did she really think a high wall would keep thieves out?"

"Perfect. We’ll just have to teach her a little lesson about home security. You could even say we’re doing a good deed!"

Shen Zhiyao, who was in the middle of her cultivation, lifted her eyelids slightly before returning to her meditative trance, as if she hadn’t noticed a thing.

These burglars had been sent by Kang Naixin. Her goal was to have them steal Shen Zhiyao’s property deed to nullify the sale.

Furthermore, Kang Naixin had also instructed them to destroy Shen Zhiyao’s innocence and then kill her.

Kang Naixin believed that Shen Zhiyao must be Jin Fan’s kept woman. She figured that if Shen Zhiyao’s innocence was destroyed, a rich playboy like Jin Fan would naturally stop supporting such ’damaged goods’.

Once their relationship fell apart and the property deed was gone...

...Kang Naixin could then sweet-talk Kang Lin, who could in turn put some pressure on Jin Fan. Jin Fan would surely regret selling the house to Shen Zhiyao.

The house was already luxurious, and her aunt had spent a fortune renovating it.

All Kang Naixin would have to do is act cute with Kang Lin, and the house would fall into her hands.

Once she had the house, Kang Naixin would kill Shen Zhiyao, which would stop Zhou Ye from pining over his ex-girlfriend every day.

At this moment, the thugs successfully infiltrated the first floor of the villa.