Galaxy Courier’s face turned deathly pale. The words “great calamity” instantly brought to mind the gruesome dismemberment cases she had seen online.  

“Host, save me!”  

“I don’t want to die!”  

Huo Ning sighed.  

“You won’t die, but what you’ll experience afterward will be worse than death.”  

Galaxy Courier trembled, clutching the plush toy in her hands. “Then… what will happen to me?”  

Huo Ning frowned deeply. The girl’s eyes were bloodshot, her lips darkened—this calamity was coming at her with terrifying force. 

Moreover, her drooping eyelids, low-set ears, and shifty gaze suggested that this trial would not be easy to overcome.  

Huo Ning’s eyes fell on the rabbit plush she was holding.  

“The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. This is a tribulation written in your fate. Whether you survive it depends entirely on your own choices. I can’t interfere too much.”  

If she forcefully intervened, breaking the natural order, she herself would bear unintended karma.  

All she wanted was to earn enough money to pay off her debts.  

Without jeopardizing herself, she didn’t mind being kind.  

But if she were to pull someone out of the gears of fate and forcibly alter their destiny, she would have to consider what they could offer in return.  

If the value they provided far outweighed the consequences she’d face, she wouldn’t hesitate to defy heaven’s will.  

However, this netizen named Galaxy Courier—neither she nor her family—could give Huo Ning what she truly needed.  

Even if the girl was sincere and polite.  

But what use was sincerity and politeness?  

Huo Ning looked at Galaxy Courier’s darkened forehead and tear-streaked face but ultimately hardened her heart.  

“Sleep paralysis is just a result of your own mental stress. Don’t overthink it.”  

“But as for your great calamity… I’m sorry, I can’t help you overcome it. Aside from the fortune-telling fee, I’ll refund the rest of your tips.”  

She only took payment for what she delivered. Since she wasn’t resolving the crisis entirely, she wouldn’t accept extra compensation.  

“However—”  

After a pause, Huo Ning still added with a complicated expression, “Tonight, no matter what happens, do not open the door. Just sleep and ignore everything else.”  

“Ghosts are certainly terrifying, but what’s even more terrifying is the human heart.”

With that, Huo Ning had said all she could. If something still happened afterward, it would only prove that this calamity was unavoidable.  

In such cases, even if she helped someone escape one disaster, an even greater one would be waiting for them down the line.  

Though Galaxy Courier felt a little disappointed that Huo Ning hadn’t revealed the specifics of her impending doom, she was still relieved to hear there was no ghost in her room—and grateful for the extra warning.  

Wiping away her tears, she gave Huo Ning a small, appreciative smile.  

“Thank you, streamer. But you don’t have to refund the money. You helped me, so it’s only right that I repay you.”  

“I won’t take up any more of your time. Goodbye!”  

With that, she ended the call.  

Huo Ning lowered her gaze pensively. She scrolled through her list of tipping supporters, found Galaxy Courier’s name and avatar, and refunded everything except the fortune-telling fee.  

[Galaxy Courier’s tip amount decreased—she really did send the money back!]  

[Damn, Huo the Sixth suddenly acting all noble? I’m shook.]  

[I thought the host would help that girl survive her calamity, but I guess I expected too much. She looked so pitiful, though.]  

[Oh, so you’re the hero? Don’t guilt-trip the host. There are countless suffering people in the world—should she save every single one?]  

[I was just saying! No need to be so harsh!]  

Huo Ning ignored the bickering in the chat.  

After finishing the last bite of her spicy noodles, she sent out the final “lucky bag” of the day.  

The winner was a user named [Moose Not Lost], whose avatar looked oddly familiar—like some innocent-faced celebrity.  

Once the video connected, a delicate, doe-eyed girl appeared on screen.  

She wore a white camisole and couldn’t have been older than eighteen. Her nose was red, her eyes watery, and she kept biting her lip unconsciously. Maybe the AC was too strong—she hugged her shoulders, shivering slightly.  

[Such a pretty girl! That innocent face—I just wanna protect her!]  

[I wish my girlfriend dressed like this. She styles herself like a dude and keeps her hair short. People probably think I’m gay. So embarrassing—can’t even take her out.]  

[Oh, the cool-looking woman in your mutuals is your girlfriend, right? Oops—just sent her a screenshot. She says you’re single now!]  

[You f*cking b*tch, I’ll—***]  

[LMAO, fragile masculinity in shambles. Well done, sis! Next time I see this, I’m screenshotting too—even if there’s no GF in the mutuals, we can still ruin his rep.]  

[This girl looks so familiar… Have I seen her somewhere before?]  

Huo Ning’s cool gaze settled on Moose Not Lost.  

“Pay the divination fee first,” she reminded, her voice frosty.  

The girl bit her lip, cheeks flushing pink—but her eyes burned with indignation.  

This host is rushing me to pay like I’d skip out on it!

How insulting!  

She’s basically calling me untrustworthy!  

But remembering this might be the only person who could help her right now, she clenched her fists and swallowed her pride.  

Moose Not Lost held up a red slip of paper with a birthdate written in neat, elegant script. Her voice was soft and hesitant as she spoke.  

“Host sis, could you help me read this person’s fortune?”  

Huo Ning glanced at the birthdate, then leaned back in her chair with an almost amused smirk.  

“You’re giving me the birthdate of a deceased person. What exactly do you want me to divine for her? How she died?”  

Moose Not Lost stiffened in shock. She hadn’t expected Huo Ning to actually have real skills—to recognize at a glance that the person was already dead.  

Her eyes instantly welled up with tears, her voice breaking.  

“I-I’m sorry, host sis. I’ve run into so many frauds this month, and I’m just a student—I don’t have much money, so I had to be careful.”  

“You’re so kind and beautiful, please don’t hold it against me. I’m really sorry.”  

With her delicate, innocent looks and fragile frame, her tearful apology tugged at the heartstrings of many viewers.  

[Don’t cry, sis! The host won’t be mad at you.]  

[Ugh, seeing her cry hurts. She was just scared of getting scammed—it’s not a big deal!]  

[The host’s so harsh. Zero patience for a pretty girl? Major turn-off.]  

[She’s just jealous because this girl’s prettier, right? She wasn’t this cold to Qi An—typical pick-me energy, I can’t.]  

[LOL, throwing around terms you don’t even understand. Classic.]  

[Never change, internet. The biodiversity of stupidity never disappoints.]  

Huo Ning’s gaze remained indifferent.  

“I’m here to tell fortunes and exorcise ghosts, not play therapist. If you want a reading, get to the point.”  

Moose Not Lost stifled her sobs, shrinking under Huo Ning’s stare.  

“Host sis, my name is Li Lu. I… I need your help with a ghost. Please don’t be so harsh, I’m—I’m scared!”  

[Not another paranoid one…]  

[Probably just anxiety. Some people jump at shadows and call it a haunting. Go see a psychiatrist.]  

“No! There really is a ghost! Several of my friends have already been hurt—I’m terrified I’ll be next! Host sis, please save me!”  

Li Lu’s face was deathly pale as she glanced around fearfully, as if expecting a bloodied face to appear in the room at any second.  

Huo Ning studied her. “How do you want me to help?”  

“Should I help the vengeful spirit move on—or obliterate her completely?”  

Li Lu blurted out without hesitation, “Obliterate her!”

Huo Ning took a sip of water and asked unhurriedly, “But she’s Cheng Shuang—your childhood best friend. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider and let me help her reincarnate instead?”