Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 93 - 66: Everything Happened Just Like in the Dream
However, at this moment, he suddenly heard the competition’s designated loudspeaker calling out his name.
Although it was an English name, it was still as if it was carved into his bones.
The drowsiness vanished instantly.
He shook his head, forcing himself to perk up.
He was fully aware that he couldn’t afford to be distracted even a bit.
The staff approached to check his equipment one last time before departure, ensuring no accidents would occur.
This time, he had to jump off the cable car and ski down the slope.
Because someone wanted to see it, the prize for first place was set so high.
He took a deep breath, and as the green signal light indicating he could start lit up, the scene below him began to change.
He was moving.
Riding the cable car to the highest point, just as he was ready to leap off and perform a beautiful mid-air spin.
A strange mechanical noise suddenly echoed in his ear.
He couldn’t be more familiar with that sound.
A sense of foreboding quietly rose up from the depths of his heart.
He stiffly turned his neck, gradually looking back.
The connecting part of the cable car was actually loose!
The next second, he didn’t even have time to react defensively. His entire body was forced together with the cable car cabin and crashed heavily onto the ground.
Red blood stained the white snow.
Vivid and eerie.
At the moment of death’s arrival, he was full of regret.
If, if he could have a do-over, he would definitely give up this competition, give up this extreme sport, and spend the rest of his life with his family with the money he had already earned.
...
Suddenly, he opened his eyes again, gasping for air, his forehead covered with a fine layer of sweat.
It took him several seconds to regain his senses.
Looking around in terror.
It was the place where he was waiting for his turn.
What happened?
Didn’t he just die because of equipment failure?
At that moment, the familiar loudspeaker from the dream that called him to the competition sounded again.
Then the same staff member came to check his equipment, saying the same words...
A huge sense of panic suddenly enveloped him.
Everything was exactly the same as what had happened in the dream earlier.
Recalling the horror movie he had seen, surrounded by confused or disdainful looks, he resolutely chose to withdraw from the competition.
"I’m not competing!"
"I forfeit!"
...
At this moment, everyone in Mu Yunchu’s live streaming room was holding their breath.
Through her manipulation, the competition’s live broadcast had already been put up on the split screen.
So everyone could watch the entire process directly here.
[What to do? What to do? Can the streamer’s method really work?]
[Based on my past understanding of the streamer, I’m sure it’ll be fine.]
[But even the streamer isn’t very confident this time!]
[Ahhh, I’m really conflicted watching this picture now, scared yet wanting to watch, please, nothing must happen.]
[Oh no, oh no, listen carefully, in the competition’s background sound, I think I heard the name of a fortunate person’s husband.]
[What? Is he about to go on the field?]
However, just as everyone was worried and scared, they suddenly saw a line of English letters appear on the screen.
Many people didn’t recognize it, anxiously like ants on a hot pan.
[What’s going on, what happened? Has there already been an accident?]
[Ah, no, no, no, I translated this English, it seems to say that the fortunate person’s husband has withdrawn from the competition for personal reasons!]
[Really?]
As if to verify her words, almost at the same time, the fortunate person’s phone suddenly rang.
With trembling hands, she answered the call; when she heard that familiar voice, tears flooded out.
She couldn’t control herself anymore.
She turned on the speaker so that everyone in the live stream and her daughter could hear his voice.
"Sorry, I withdrew from the competition, do you think I’m a disgrace?"
"To be honest, before the competition, I had a dream in which I died."
"At that moment, I was completely filled with regret."
"I’ve already earned enough for us to live on, I should stay away from such projects..."
He felt his explanation was too absurd.
Premonition dreams and the like, perhaps no one would believe them.
However, his wife and daughter were not surprised at all.
They even told him what the dream was about.
"So... if I hadn’t withdrawn, I’d really die?"
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, grateful he made the right decision.
Hanging up, Niu Niu’s mom once again sincerely expressed her gratitude to Mu Yunchu.
It seemed they had much to discuss after such an incident happened.
Mu Yunchu directly ended the session.
However, even though the person involved had left, the netizens in the live streaming room were still incessantly discussing the event.
[It was really thrilling, nearly a fatal accident.]
[Although this has been said countless times, I can’t help but say it a billion times more! The streamer is truly awesome!]
[Able to make someone dream from so far away, such a power... I wouldn’t believe it if it were in a TV drama. Yet, it played out before my eyes today.]
[I just want to ask the streamer, if the previous stepping-on-small-person talisman could be sold, can this one be sold too? I’m not greedy, I just want my crush to dream about me feeling moved.]
[Are you sure it’s "feeling moved" and not "getting scared"?]
[Honestly, I want one too. From a certain perspective, it’s as useful as the stepping-on-small-person talisman. If someone harms me behind my back, I’ll make her have nightmares, let’s see if she dares again.]
[Good idea!]
But what Mu Yunchu said next shattered all their beautiful wishes.
"This cannot be sold because this is a spell I chant."
"But actually, there is a way to meet your demands, as long as I condense spiritual power into the talisman paper."
[Really!??? Looks like I must make a trip to Qinghe City no matter what.]
"That said, not just anyone can buy this."
If it falls into the hands of someone with ill intentions, it wouldn’t be good.
"It depends on fate."
In the midst of everyone’s discussion, today’s third fortunate person was drawn.
Still a young woman.
[What’s going on? Not a single man has been drawn today.]
After Mu Yunchu inquired as usual, the fortunate person initially didn’t respond for a long time, until people suggested drawing again, she hurriedly applied for the connection.
Appearing on screen, she immediately began apologizing.
"Sorry, sorry, streamer."
"I was filling out info to get eggs, my phone was really tied up, it wasn’t intentional to not respond for so long."
Heaven knows how anxious she was just now.
But after all, since she had queued for an hour with a group of elderly men and women for this opportunity, it was really hard for her to just let it go.
Mu Yunchu replied softly, "No problem."
"If it’s inconvenient, we can wait for you for a while."
Mi Xue’s eyes lit up.
"Really?"
"Streamer, you’re the best!"
"I’ll be quick, only a few minutes!"
Then she shouldered her supermarket haul, big bags and small parcels, started sprinting home, with a plastic bag still clenched in her mouth.
The camera flipped, at times showing strolling elderly, then dangling power lines, finally settling in front of an old, dilapidated apartment building. With the sound of the door slamming, ’bang’, the viewers’ vision was temporarily enveloped in darkness.
