Huo Ning was baffled, her lips twitching slightly.  

“A friendly reminder: fortune-telling requires showing your true face.”

This viewer was not only wearing a bizarre mask but had also wrapped themselves up tightly from head to toe.  

Forgive her for lacking expertise, but this was simply impossible to read!  

“Hello, host. I’m not here to have my own fortune told. I recently became a fan of a male celebrity, and I want you to tell me if his future is bright and his career will shine.”  

The viewer with the green fish head mask spoke in a voice so androgynous it was impossible to tell their gender.  

Huo Ning raised an eyebrow.  

Was she out of touch with the world? Getting a fortune told for a favorite male celebrity required… dressing like this?  

Even the voice had to be disguised—how meticulous!  

She suspected this fan might already know something unfavorable would come out of the reading and was deliberately dressed like this for self-protection.  

After all, the person’s background was just a plain white wall.  

This was Huo Ning’s first time live-streaming a fortune-telling session.  

But it wasn’t the audience’s first time watching one. Some immediately recognized this fan based on the familiar ID, avatar, and bizarre outfit.  

[It’s you again? I’ve seen you in several mystic streamers’ lives these past few days, always asking them to tell your ‘gege’s’ fortune. Didn’t all the masters say his destiny is great? Still not satisfied?]  

[Are Zheng Yunfan’s fans a little… not right in the head?]  

[Tsk tsk, obsessed fan, do you think Zheng Yunfan even knows you exist?]  

[Wait—are you actually here to ask if Zheng Yunfan will marry you? LOLOLOL, dying here, folks. We’ve got a real-life delusional fangirl.]  

[Here comes the know-it-all. How do you know that’s even Zheng Yunfan’s fan? There are so many antis pretending to be fans these days!]  

In no time, Zheng Yunfan’s fans and antis were at each other’s throats in the chat.  

Huo Ning was thus forced to learn that there was a male celebrity in this world named Zheng Yunfan, and he seemed pretty popular.  

The masked viewer, seeing her silence, grew impatient.  

“Streamer, can you do it or not? If not, refund me, and I’ll find someone else.”  

“I can,” Huo Ning said, stroking her chin. “But fortune-telling requires a bare-faced photo. Do you… have one?”  

She knew it was hard to get a celebrity’s makeup-free pictures.

Many so-called “god-tier bare-faced photos” online are actually just cleverly disguised makeup looks.  

Filters and Photoshop are still in full play—it’s just that the coloring is more natural, with some pore details left intact.  

[Let’s just scatter, folks. They’re about to pass off a heavily edited photo as a bare-faced one, and then the streamer will start gushing about how amazing his destiny is. I’m so tired of this script.]  

[You’re wrong, commenter above. Usually, they’ll also throw in a couple of vague warnings—like how this year’s luck isn’t great, or to beware of people around them, or that they’ll encounter backstabbers.]  

[If the celebrity is A-list, they’ll say their career is about to reach new heights and they’ll stay wildly popular. If they’re a nobody, they’ll say they’re just biding their time, waiting for their big break, and that a benefactor will appear at some point—so they’d better seize the opportunity!]  

[Too real. Sitting here waiting to see how this streamer hypes up Zheng Yunfan.]  

Huo Ning ignored them, focusing instead on the oddly dressed viewer.  

With a pained expression, she said, “If you don’t have a bare-faced photo, I’ll refund you, and you can find someone else.”  

Unexpectedly, the viewer chuckled.  

“Of course I have one.”  

With that, she pulled out a close-up, makeup-free photo of Zheng Yunfan.  

In the picture, dark circles hung under his eyes. Though his features were still striking, traces of cosmetic enhancements were unmistakable.  

Handsome, yes—but with an unsettling, almost eerie quality.  

Especially his eyes. They gave the entire audience an inexplicably uncomfortable feeling.  

[This guy’s face gives off such a vicious vibe!]  

[Not an expert in physiognomy, but just gonna say—he’s good-looking, but he doesn’t seem like a good person.]  

[So even celebrities get dark circles and pimples. Gotta say, this guy’s dark circles are next-level bad.]  

[Wait—this angle… are you a sasaeng fan?!]  

Huo Ning’s brows furrowed deeply.  

This person’s face—  

The viewer in the green fish-head mask stared unblinkingly at her phone screen, gaze locked onto Huo Ning.  

Her voice, still androgynous but now slightly hoarse, rasped, “Streamer, have you figured it out?”  

“How’s Yunfan-gege’s luck? Can he stay at the top forever? I don’t like celebrities who just quit halfway through their peak.”  

“I only stan A-listers.”  

Huo Ning smiled faintly.  

“Your ‘gege’ sleeps with fans, holds casting-couch parties, evades taxes, and will stop at nothing to climb the ladder—framing colleagues, drugging people, and indulging in every vice from prostitution to gambling to drugs. He’s headed for prison soon. My advice? Unfollow. Immediately.”  

What she didn’t say was that his “casting-couch” habits had already led to consequences.  

There was one girl—half-insider to the industry—who…

Seeing that the viewer didn’t immediately lash out with personal attacks, Huo Ning smiled again.  

“Zheng Yunfan isn’t picky—men, women, anything that moves—he’ll drag them into bed. He’s a walking double-ended plug. He’s done so much evil that his downfall isn’t just imminent—it’s already happening. Any day now, his career will crumble into ruins.”  

“Of course, given the sheer scale of his misdeeds, a prison sentence would be getting off easy.”  

“Whether he even keeps his life is still up for debate.”  

The livestream audience was stunned.  

[??? IS THIS A MELON I CAN EAT FOR FREE?!]  

[Other fortune-tellers mix in one vague warning among ten compliments, like ‘you’ll face a major trial soon.’ But you? Not a single compliment in sight!]  

The viewer count immediately shot past 5,000.  

Of course, most of the newcomers were Zheng Yunfan’s fans—here to curse Huo Ning out.  

[F*ck you, you lying b*tch! How much did his rivals pay you to slander Zheng Yunfan, you filthy whore? Go die!]  

[Screenshot sent to Zheng Yunfan’s studio. Enjoy jail, you attention-seeking trash!]  

[We get it—you got knocked up five times by your sugar daddy, got tossed aside, and now no decent man wants you. But that doesn’t mean you can smear an innocent celebrity for clout!]  

[Zheng Yunfan’s a good guy! He’s been on CCTV multiple times. I’ve seen his variety shows—all the seniors adore him. There’s no way he’s the monster you’re describing!]  

[Oh please. If you were that famous, the seniors would ‘adore’ you too.]  

[Zheng Yunfan’s brain-dead stans are something else. You’re literally signing his death warrant by insulting the streamer like this.]  

Just moments ago, Huo Ning had sent a talisman through the screen, letting the audience witness a real ghost with their own eyes.  

That stunt had instantly converted skeptics into die-hard believers.  

They didn’t doubt her abilities for a second.  

Yet Zheng Yunfan’s delusional fans kept spewing nonsense in the chat.  

Truly, they had no sense of self-preservation.  

Huo Ning wasn’t about to waste energy arguing with these kids.  

Not out of magnanimity, though.  

Mainly because they were skyrocketing her livestream’s engagement.  

The viewer count hit 7,000!  

Huo Ning grinned—a deliberately provocative smirk.

“What’s wrong? Not enough of you here to insult me? Is Zheng Yunfan already flopping?”  

“He must be a fake top-tier celeb. Ugh, letting him leech off my clout like this.”  

That was the final straw. Zheng Yunfan’s fans went completely rabid.