142: Chapter 142 The Method of Supreme Yang

The makeup mirror fell onto the quilt, bounced twice, and landed face up.

The girl's hand froze in mid-air, her five fingers splayed wide, her mouth agape, unable to squeeze out a single sound.

The seven million-plus viewers in the livestream saw this scene clearly through the front camera of the girl's phone.

The chat box went dead for two seconds, and then everyone went crazy.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!"

"What the hell is that???"

"I almost threw my phone away!"

Inside the high-speed train carriage, Jiang Feng leaned against the seat back, his eyelids drooping slightly.

He watched that pair of creepy, bloodshot ghost eyes on the screen, picked up his thermos, and took a slow, leisurely sip of warm water.

Scared?

Doesn't exist.

A fine, stinging pain shot through the back of Jiang Feng's head.

【Eye of Truth】 triggered.

And the frequency was very high; it hadn't stopped since the girl started speaking her first sentence.

Every sentence, every word, was stabbing at his nerves.

Jiang Feng shifted his gaze away from those fake-as-hell ghost eyes and back to the girl's physiognomy.

Just now, between the dim desk lamp and the interference from that low-quality projector's stray light, he had almost been dazzled.

Now, with the close-up on the screen, he could see it clearly.

That stuff about a darkened life palace or being entangled by evil spirits was all just a trick caused by the color bleeding from that crappy projector.

This girl's life palace was bright and clear, not even a single hair was dark.

Instead, her wealth palace and servant palace, located below her cheekbones, exuded a thick, choking, turbid energy.

In physiognomy, this energy can be summed up in two words: greed.

Plus, attention-seeking.

So it turns out, she's just a scammer.

To win a lucky bag out of a pool of seven million people, her luck wasn't bad.

Too bad she picked the wrong person to step on.

Jiang Feng decided to accompany this "best actress" and finish acting out this scene.

"Young lady," Jiang Feng began, his voice lowered and deliberately carrying a sense of gravity, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Don't move!" Jiang Feng raised his voice, his reprimand slamming through the phone's speaker, "This thing isn't a normal evil spirit; it's an extremely vicious blood wraith! Your life is hanging by a thread right now!"

On the other side of the screen, the girl heard this, and the terror on her face was well-maintained.

But Jiang Feng noticed the muscles at the corner of her eyes relax slightly—that was an uncontrollable relaxation only someone who thinks their opponent has taken the bait would have.

Interesting.

On the surface, her acting was very convincing.

The girl's eyes reddened, tears slid down her cheeks, and she begged with a crying voice.

"Master! Save me! What should I do! Is it going to eat me?!"

The stinging pain in the back of his head jumped again.

Jiang Feng could barely keep his mouth from curling up.

"Don't panic," Jiang Feng said, speeding up his speech to create a sense of urgency, "I will teach you a method of ultimate Yang that can break this wraith. But the steps are extremely dangerous; you must follow them exactly. If you miss by even a hair, not even the gods can save you."

The girl nodded repeatedly, teardrops still hanging on her chin.

"I'll do it! Master, tell me quickly!"

"First step," Jiang Feng held up a finger, spouting nonsense with a straight face, "Find a smelly sock you've worn but haven't washed yet."

The girl was stunned.

The terror she had been faking stalled on her face, and even her crying voice stopped for half a second.

"A smelly sock?"

"Yes," Jiang Feng nodded, explaining as if it were a serious matter.

"There are three fires atop your head. Your Yang energy is damaged right now, and that filthy thing is about to suck on your crown. The soles of your feet are where turbid energy is heaviest. Using a worn sock on your crown uses turbidity to overcome the Yin, which can seal your crown and prevent your Yang energy from leaking. Hurry! There's not much time left!"

The girl gritted her back teeth.

In her heart, she had already greeted Jiang Feng's ancestors ten thousand times.

But with seven million viewers, she couldn't drop the ball.

With trembling hands, she pretended to be scared and bent down, pulling a white cotton sock she had worn yesterday and hadn't washed from under the bed.

"Put it on your head," Jiang Feng commanded.

The girl closed her eyes and placed the sock, which emitted a suspicious odor, on top of her head.

The scene was ridiculously funny.

The chat box finally came to its senses, with a few question marks drifting by sporadically.

"Is this method... legit?"

"I was so scared I almost peed, but seeing this sock, I held it back."

Jiang Feng didn't look at the chat, continuing to give the second instruction.

"Very good. Now, take out a bright red lipstick."

The girl quickly grabbed a bright red lipstick from the nightstand and pulled off the cap.

"On your left cheek, draw a turtle. On your right cheek, draw another one."

The girl's movements paused.

"Master... draw what?"

"A turtle!" Jiang Feng raised his voice, "That's called the Xuanwu Evil-Suppressing Talisman! Red belongs to fire, and Xuanwu belongs to water. When water and fire merge, it can form a barrier on your face. Do you think I'm asking you to doodle? If you don't want to live, then don't draw it!"

The girl's chest heaved twice, her hands trembling with anger.

Facing the phone camera, she humiliatingly used the lipstick to draw a crooked turtle on her left cheek, and then another on her right cheek.

The red turtle imprinted on her fair face, combined with the smelly sock on her head, made her look exactly like a performance artist who had just climbed over the wall of a mental hospital.

Jiang Feng pinched his thigh, forcing himself to hold back his laughter.

"The last step, and also the most important one."

Jiang Feng looked at the girl on the screen, wearing a sock on her head and having a painted face.

"Facing the camera, use all your strength and shout the mantra three times in a row. Once it hears this, it will be suppressed."

"Master, what mantra?" The girl couldn't wait to end this farce.

Jiang Feng looked at her and spat out, word by word.

"I am a huge idiot; evil spirits, begone."

The girl's expression twisted completely.

She raised her head, ready to rip the sock off her head, tear off the mask, point at Jiang Feng's nose, and curse him for being a dead charlatan who only knew how to make people wear socks.

But before she could speak, Jiang Feng on the high-speed train burst out laughing.

He laughed wantonly, his shoulders shaking along with it.

The gravity he had moments ago, as if facing a formidable enemy, was gone, and he completely returned to his usual lazy and laid-back tone.

"Alright, put away that acting of yours."

Jiang Feng stretched and leaned back against the seat.

The girl froze in place.

"The power cord for the miniature holographic projector in your wardrobe is leaking out from under the cabinet."

Jiang Feng tapped his finger on the screen.

"You bought that low-quality stuff from some cheap online store, right? The reflection gave it away. Also, your bloodshot eyes are very fake; the pixels are so low you can see the jagged edges."

The seven million-plus viewers in the livestream suddenly realized what was going on.

Those who had been too scared to look at the screen poked their heads back out.

The chat box changed from "terror" to "nationwide mockery."

"I knew it was so fake!"

"Trying to scam Master Jiang with a cheap projector, you've got real guts!"

"So the Master knew from the beginning? The smelly sock and the turtle were intentional???"

"This woman is socially dead, seven million people are watching."

The girl sat blankly on the edge of the bed.

The white sock on her head slid halfway down, hanging on her ear.

The two bright red turtles on her cheeks were particularly striking on the phone screen.

She had gone to great lengths to play god and play ghost, wanting to step on Jiang Feng's head to gain some traffic.

As a result, Jiang Feng had seen through her long ago and played along, treating her like a monkey for a full five minutes.

In front of seven million people, wearing a smelly sock on her head and having a turtle face painted on.

"You... you plotted against me!" The girl's defenses completely collapsed.

She ripped the sock off her head and frantically tried to wipe the lipstick off her face.

But the bright red lipstick only smeared more as she wiped, mixing red and white into a mess, and the two crooked turtles were smeared into an abstract painting all over her face.

She yanked the power cord of the projector.

The screen went black, and "Little Deer Doesn't Get Lost" disconnected.

【Ding! Valid fortune-telling sessions: 3/3】

【Ding! Three-fortune-telling task completed!】