He replied, "Do keys count? I changed the locks when I moved in but haven't had the time to dispose of the old keys."
He promptly ran to the entrance. Retrieving a set of slightly used keys, he held them up to the camera.
I instructed, "Wrap the keys with the ashes and bury them somewhere."
Without hesitation, he nodded. "Okay."
Every viewer tuned into my live stream was left in a state of bewilderment.
However, some eagle-eyed viewers quickly caught on. A fan, going by the adorable nickname "Cutiehunk," excitedly shared a revelation.
Cutiehunk: [Holy cow! The streamer just opened a portal for the mother and daughter who were wronged in death! Every sin has its sinner. Bravo!]
Cutiehunk: [You've got such a bright vibe! I'm with you all the way! Can't wait to see that wicked woman get what's coming to her!]
Cutiehunk: [Now, this is how you do a live stream the right way! Totally awesome!]
Led by Cutiehunk, everyone finally understood.
I was using the keys to guide the spirits of the dead mother and daughter back to their true adversary.
A wave of praise flooded in, making my phone struggle as it clung to a sluggish 2G network.
Worried that my phone might seize up once more, I hastily ended the live.
As everyone was busy commenting, a private message notification chimed.
Then, a scrolling list of notifications popped up on the screen, signaling a flood of new users joining the live broadcast.
Then, a timely message popped up from a viewer with the nickname "DreamingHomeward."
DreamingHomeward: [I've got all 100 folks from the company following you now. I snapped a screenshot and sent it to you in a private message. Can I get a rune, please?]
My spirits lifted!
It seemed like the second person chosen by destiny had made their appearance tonight.
Netizen 1: [I was so caught up that I forgot to secure a spot! One rune per night, everyone!]
Netizen 2: [It's all because the streamer's aura of righteousness is too blinding to my eyes.]
Netizen 3: [My quick-money charm! I feel like I've missed out on some miracles.]
The comments flew by, but I tuned them out and connected the microphone to DreamingHomeward's line.
"How may I assist you?" I inquired.
DreamingHomeward replied, "Sorry, give me a sec to figure out how to put this."
His voice, tinged with a foreign accent, sparked the livestream into a frenzy.
Netizen 1: [Foreign accent? An international friend!]