Million Fans Through Live Streaming: My Journey of Drawing Charms

With a serene and gentle voice, I unraveled the mysteries.

"A year ago, the previous owner of this house died in childbirth due to her husband's mother's preference for boys. In a bid to extort money, her husband left the deceased mother and daughter outside the hospital, under the sun, to incite a medical dispute. After receiving compensation, her husband feared her spirit might linger, so he sold the house registered under her name to you. However, the child, filled with resentment, refused to leave, leading to your wife's miscarriage and your mother's odd behavior."

Before Max could even muster a reaction, a cascade of exclamation marks swept across the screen.

A netizen with the handle "Biggy Eyes" typed out the revelation.

Biggy Eyes: [I can attest! The streamer speaks the truth! That family attempted to extort money from Rosewood Hospital, where I'm employed!]

Biggy Eyes: [It was clear they were afraid of the cost and refused to sign the surgery form, delaying until it was too late! Then they had the audacity to cause trouble for the hospital. We were unlucky and had to pay 1 million dollars to settle it! A huge deal!]

Catching sight of the comment, Max blurted out in surprise, "My home is near Rosewood Hospital!

"I did buy this house a year ago, but we moved in only half a year ago."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the comment section erupted into a frenzy once again.

Netizen 1: [Oh my! What a twist!]

Netizen 2: [What a haunted house! Why did he buy such a house? He should just be called FoolishMax!"

Netizen 3: [Wow! Everything matches up! This streamer's the real deal!]

Netizen 4: [Holy crap! I come across a haunted house at midnight! I'll feel like I've hit the jackpot!]

Amidst the chaotic swell of new followers flocking to me, Max pleaded earnestly, "I was blind and offended you earlier! Please forgive me and give me the rune to save my mother and wife!"

I replied calmly, "Leave your address, and I'll send the rune to your home."

With practiced ease, I took out the yellow paper and, with a swift brushstroke, crafted a ghost-banishing rune.

Max asked nervously, "How do I use it?"

"It'll arrive by express delivery tomorrow. If it's convenient, I'll guide you through a video chat in the live broadcast room tomorrow night," I explained.

Max eagerly agreed, "Convenient! If my mom and wife get better, I'll throw you a grand celebration!"

"No need for that. If you truly wish to thank me, help me gain more followers," I suggested.

After I spoke, the comment section erupted once more.

Netizen 1: [Wow, the streamer really cares for her fans, preferring followers over money!]

Netizen 2: [No more words. I'm off to get you more followers, even if you don't craft the rune!]

Netizen 3: [We're all banding together to get my kindergarten buddies to follow you! Nobody gets left behind!]

At that moment, a dedicated fan seized the opportunity to message.

[Look at me! Please give me a lucky charm! I've been so unlucky lately.]

I politely declined.

"Sorry, I can only craft one rune each night. See you in the live broadcast room at 23:00 tomorrow night!"

With that, I ended the broadcast without waiting for a response.

The following night, the moment the clock struck midnight, I launched my live broadcast right on schedule.

Unexpectedly, the audience had swelled to over five thousand after last night's events.

Spotting Max, I initiated the video call.

I asked, "Have you received the rune?"

He eagerly replied, "I have. I also prepared skulls, incense, and candles as you instructed."

I whispered to him, guiding his every step, "Now, make your way to your mother's bedroom door. Light the incense and the candles, set the skulls in front of the door, and burn the rune."

He followed my instructions diligently.

Soon enough, his mother, who had been kneeling and kowtowing barefoot, ceased her strange movements.

She lay back on the bed, leaned against the pillow, and drifted off to sleep.

Overcome with joy, Max bowed repeatedly to the screen in gratitude.

I casually inquired, "Is there anything left in the house from the previous owner?"

Looking puzzled, he was lost in thought.

He replied, "Do keys count? I changed the locks when I moved in but haven't had the time to dispose of the old keys."

He promptly ran to the entrance. Retrieving a set of slightly used keys, he held them up to the camera.

I instructed, "Wrap the keys with the ashes and bury them somewhere."

Without hesitation, he nodded. "Okay."

Every viewer tuned into my live stream was left in a state of bewilderment.

However, some eagle-eyed viewers quickly caught on. A fan, going by the adorable nickname "Cutiehunk," excitedly shared a revelation.

Cutiehunk: [Holy cow! The streamer just opened a portal for the mother and daughter who were wronged in death! Every sin has its sinner. Bravo!]

Cutiehunk: [You've got such a bright vibe! I'm with you all the way! Can't wait to see that wicked woman get what's coming to her!]

Cutiehunk: [Now, this is how you do a live stream the right way! Totally awesome!]

Led by Cutiehunk, everyone finally understood.

I was using the keys to guide the spirits of the dead mother and daughter back to their true adversary.

A wave of praise flooded in, making my phone struggle as it clung to a sluggish 2G network.

Worried that my phone might seize up once more, I hastily ended the live.

As everyone was busy commenting, a private message notification chimed.

Then, a scrolling list of notifications popped up on the screen, signaling a flood of new users joining the live broadcast.

Then, a timely message popped up from a viewer with the nickname "DreamingHomeward."

DreamingHomeward: [I've got all 100 folks from the company following you now. I snapped a screenshot and sent it to you in a private message. Can I get a rune, please?]

My spirits lifted!

It seemed like the second person chosen by destiny had made their appearance tonight.