Chapter 123: A Conspiracy From Over Ten Years Ago

Chapter 123: Chapter 123: A Conspiracy From Over Ten Years Ago ???? Important Note : For the continuity of this story consider to Support us on Patreon.com/Flokixy to access +200 advance Chapters and To Support The Daily Update [Master’s expression means things are not simple!] [The person above knows how to get to the point, hahaha! Let me enlighten the new friends on this new platform: so far, every fated person Master has read for has, without exception, faced misfortune.] [These fated people, at best, suffer bloody disasters; at worst, they end up in prison. And every time something happens, she has this exact expression!] Netizens, never ones to shy away from drama, not only excitedly consumed the gossip themselves but also didn’t forget to enlighten the newcomers. Some even shared the account of an uploader who had edited clips of Yaoyao’s live streams, suggesting newcomers could go watch and understand after seeing them. Many curious onlookers did go, but most just took screenshots, planning to catch up after finishing the current "melon." "Uncle, what would you like to have divined?" Yaoyao quickly regained her composure and spoke in her clear, crisp voice. One had to know that everyone’s experiences were different – things like divorce, loss of a child, marrying off a daughter, etc. – all these would be reflected in their facial palace. For someone proficient in face reading, deducing these things wasn’t very difficult. In fact, at Yaoyao’s level, if she wanted to, she could basically uncover the latter’s entire background clearly. But when learning physiognomy and divination, the old Daoist priest had warned her that everyone has their privacy, and unless absolutely necessary, one should not easily pry or deduce. "Didn’t they say all the contestants were masters? Why is it a doll?" Yaoyao’s opening words, however, stunned the fated person. When the program team had publicly recruited, although they hadn’t revealed much information, they had guaranteed the contestants’ abilities. If not for this, so many people wouldn’t have signed up for the auditions. They signed up not just out of curiosity, but more so to seek answers to their doubts. This little milk-doll, it was hard to say if she was even weaned yet. Could she really divine anything? Yaoyao saw the distrust in the fated person’s eyes but didn’t get annoyed, as this wasn’t the first time she had been questioned. Her large, dark, glistening eyes blinked, and she said in a milky voice, "This uncle, you were born in the year of Jihai, on the fifteenth day of the ninth lunar month, during the hour of Zi, correct!" "That’s 1995, October 29th on the solar calendar, between 11 PM and 1 AM!" Yaoyao paused, fearing the latter wouldn’t understand, and deliberately stopped to explain further. "Yes, that’s the time." The fated person was stunned. He hadn’t quite understood at first, but he got it after the explanation. He looked at this little doll, a strange look in his eyes, but still harboring doubts. When he had come to participate, his information had been registered. No one could guarantee that the program team wouldn’t leak information to the contestants. Yaoyao continued, "Uncle, when you were ten, your parents divorced due to irreconcilable differences. You lived with your mother. Although life was poor, you were very happy. You believed that at that time, your mother’s heart and soul were entirely devoted to you." "But this happiness changed when you turned eighteen. Your mother remarried." Divorce and remarriage were not uncommon. However, when the fated person was young, neighbors had constantly instilled in him the idea that if he ever got a stepfather, his biological mother would turn into a stepmother. This led him to deeply resent the appearance of new members in his family. Coupled with being in his rebellious phase at eighteen, his stubbornness was such that ten bulls couldn’t pull him back. His mother choosing this time to announce her decision to remarry instantly hit his bottom line. Mother and son had a huge fight over it, and their relationship instantly turned ice-cold. Not long after, the fated person’s college entrance exam results came out. His scores were very good. He could have attended a key undergraduate university in his city, but at that time, all he wanted was to escape home. Acting on impulse, he applied to a university in another province without telling his family. By the time his mother found out, it was already too late; applications couldn’t be withdrawn then. His mother, fearing he would repeat a year and might not achieve such good scores again, eventually let him go. And with that, the fated person held onto his anger for over ten years, never going back during those years away, and rarely even calling or messaging home. "How do you even know this?" The fated person was still struggling internally, but after Yaoyao said these words, his expression changed instantly. He knew that when he filled out his information, he hadn’t mentioned his relationship with his family. He had been away from home for over a decade, and past events were too cleanly cut off; it would have been difficult even for the program team to investigate. Yet this little doll could speak of it without a single mistake. How could the fated person not believe her? So, after the shock, he respectfully called her "Little Master." Seeing this, Yaoyao also showed a sweet smile. "Then, Uncle, can you tell me what you want to have divined?" She hadn’t forgotten what she needed to do. The program team had arranged for a fated person, and she had to solve their problem, or she wouldn’t get any points. However, after Yaoyao took the initiative to ask, it was the fated person’s turn to pause. He knew that the master had divined all his personal matters. For him to speak now was somewhat embarrassing, but he had a reason he had to speak. He took a deep breath and said, "Little Master, I want to ask you to help me divine whether my mother is still alive." As soon as these words were spoken, many netizens were stunned. [No way, does the fated person really need to ask the master about this? Can’t he just make a phone call home?!] [Communication is so advanced now, it can be sorted out in minutes!] This comment had just appeared when it was quickly refuted. [Did the person above just zone out? The master said that the fated person hasn’t contacted his family for many years.] [Over ten years is such a long time, who can guarantee they haven’t changed phone cards? Plus, with moving and relocating, the fated person might really not be able to find them.] Seeing the netizens arguing fiercely, each holding their own opinion, the fated person quickly explained. "It’s not that I didn’t contact them. Some time ago, I contacted my stepfather, and he said my mother had been missing for four or five years." He had pressed further, asking why a perfectly fine person would go missing. His stepfather said it was because he had run away from home all these years without a word, and his mother had worried day and night, eventually developing Alzheimer’s disease. As the illness worsened, her forgetfulness grew. Until an accident a few years ago, his stepfather hadn’t been able to watch her properly, and his mother had gone out by herself and never returned. The fated person, at this moment, said full of pain, "It’s all because of me. If I hadn’t been so impulsive all these years, my mother wouldn’t have fallen ill from excessive worry. I only found out the truth after she had been missing for four or five years." He didn’t know what he had been angry about all these years. He had thought of backing down countless times, but he just couldn’t bring himself to lose face. After learning of his mother’s disappearance, he had specially rushed back from out of town, personally going to the police station to reopen the case and search for clues, hoping to find her. But in the end, it was too late. The golden window for a missing person case is within forty-eight hours. With a gap of four or five years, even if there were clues, they would have long been covered up. The fated person searched unwillingly for half a year, but all his efforts were like stones dropped into the sea. Gradually, he had to accept that his mother was truly gone. But perhaps his obsession was too strong. Even knowing there was no chance, he was still unwilling to give up. By a chance encounter, he came into contact with the Xuanmen and witnessed many strange and supernatural arts. An idea suddenly popped into the fated person’s head: since normal methods couldn’t find his mother, perhaps metaphysical means could. This idea, like wildly growing weeds, took over his heart. He began to try again and again, spending large sums of money. It was fortunate that he was successful in his work; otherwise, he really wouldn’t have been able to afford it. But the results were still minimal, because truly capable masters were hard to hire, and nine out of ten of those he could hire were charlatans. The remaining one or two percent might have some ability, but they weren’t capable of locating a missing person. Going around in circles, the fated person himself began to doubt. This program could be said to be his last attempt. If there was still no news, he would choose to give up. So, when he saw that the contestant was a child, his reaction was so strong because it felt like even heaven was telling him to give up. But who could have expected such a turn of events? The one before him was probably a true master. He had a premonition that he might actually achieve his wish, and because of this, his voice was somewhat excited. "Something from four or five years ago?" Yaoyao murmured to herself. This time span was a bit long, but it was still worth a try. She slowly said, "Uncle, do you have a photo of your mother? If you do, send it directly to the backend!" The live streaming platform she was currently on was similar to her usual one; the backend could receive information. And asking him to send it to the backend was also to prevent netizens from taking screenshots and causing privacy leaks. "Yes, yes, I’ll send it to you right away, Master." Upon hearing the master’s request, a look of joy instantly appeared on the fated person’s face. He nodded repeatedly. He knew that in the past six months of searching for his mother, he had obtained a lot of information, whether from his stepfather or the police, so he had quite a few photos on hand. "Master, I’ve sent them to you. Please take a look." He selected the two best ones based on time and clarity and sent them. The fated person waited for the result with expectant eyes, his fingers unconsciously trembling. Yaoyao, however, wasn’t paying attention to this at the moment. Instead, her gaze was fixed on the photo. On it was a woman in her forties. Her features were very beautiful, not in a soft, delicate way, but with a heroic air, her eyes like bright stars. Even though her temples were streaked with white hair and there were many wrinkles and freckles around her eyes, it didn’t diminish the advantages of her bone structure. And the fated person’s appearance could be said to have inherited forty to fifty percent from her, thus appearing exceptionally handsome. If anyone else were to look, they would have to praise it. But Yaoyao used her eye-technique, and what she saw was not on the surface. It was precisely because of this that Yaoyao’s expression became exceptionally grave. She slowly raised her eyes to look at the fated person and asked in a solemn voice. "Uncle, are you sure your stepfather said your mother went missing?" The fated person didn’t expect the master to suddenly ask this. He subconsciously nodded and said, "Yes, I’m sure. Even the police station has a case file on it, so it can’t be wrong. Master, is there a problem?" Seeing the master’s unusual expression, the fated person’s heart couldn’t help but tighten. He was very smart, especially after struggling in society for so many years; he had mastered the art of observing people’s words and expressions. He vaguely guessed that his biological mother’s situation might not be as simple as just going missing! But if he were to articulate what was wrong, it felt like there was a veil, something he couldn’t quite pierce or define. At this, his heart leaped into his throat. "There is a problem, and it’s a big problem!" Hearing the fated person’s answer, Yaoyao’s small face tensed, her milky voice exceptionally heavy. Because from what she deduced from the photo, the fated person’s mother hadn’t gone missing. She had died an unnatural death. A premeditated murder, planned by someone!