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.