Chapter 32 Part 2: The Girl in the Hospital Bed

– AHHHHH!

I knew it!

I guessed it!

– Holy shit…

– Died young?

– I remember!

That day when Qianyang did the reading, no matter how many times she recalculated, she stopped in the middle, right?

– No wonder her expression was so complicated that day!

 

The two on the other end of the line froze simultaneously.

Qianyang faintly heard gasps.

“Master, what… what do you mean?”

The man’s voice was dry.

 

Qianyang said, “The birth chart I calculated for your daughter shows a fate of dying young.”

 

Every time she did a reading for her, it stopped mid-way because the real Xixi had already died.

She couldn’t calculate what happened after death.

 

The man was completely stunned.

“How could… how could this be…

Are you mistaken?

How could she…”

“Granddaughter… my granddaughter…”

 

Qianyang heard the old principal crying in the background.

 

Xixi had just been diagnosed with hereditary acute leukemia.

They had just learned that Xixi was not biologically related to them.

And now they learned that their real daughter, their real granddaughter, had died young.

 

One blow after another.

Not only was the old principal unable to bear it, but the man’s voice also became choked.

 

Qianyang said, “There’s a one percent chance that I’m wrong.”

 

Qianyang didn’t tell them that the Sky-Asking Compass had a one hundred percent accuracy rate.

And so far, she had never been wrong.

 

The man murmured blankly, “How… how could this be…”

 

– One percent chance of error means the chance of being right is ninety-nine percent!

– Such a shame.

– I wonder how the biological daughter died.

– How did they get switched?

– That’s too tragic.

 

Listening to the man’s lost murmurs, Qianyang lowered her eyes.

“Do you still want to find Xixi’s parents?”

Qianyang asked.

 

– Ah… their biological daughter is dead.

What if Xixi’s biological parents want her back?

– So how did the real Xixi die?

Did her adoptive parents not take good care of her?

– A life for a life?

They raised the real Xixi to death, so they shouldn’t be allowed to take this Xixi back.

Why should they?

– But legally, biological parents definitely have a stronger claim for custody.

– Then forget it.

Don’t find Xixi’s parents.

 

The man’s voice grew even lower and hoarser.

“Yes, we do.”

“Okay,” Qianyang said.

“We haven’t found a suitable match.

Blood relatives have a high chance of matching,” the man sighed.

“I understand.”

 

– Sigh, this family is kind-hearted.

– But what if Xixi’s biological parents want her back!

– srds, maybe her biological parents have been looking for Xixi too.

– Right.

We don’t know how the real Xixi died.

We can’t only stand on Principal Grandpa’s side.

 

“I’m streaming right now.

Can we do a video call?

Let me see Xixi,” Qianyang said.

 

Xixi’s father quickly composed himself.

“Okay.

The more people who know, the more likely we are to find Xixi’s biological parents and cure her.”

“Please wait a moment.

I’ll contact Xixi’s mother.”

“Alright.”

 

Qianyang told him which platform she was on and her stream ID.

 

About ten minutes later, a viewer with the ID “Xixi’s Mother” entered Qianyang’s stream.

“Xixi’s Mother is in?

Please tip two durians, and I’ll invite you to connect.”

 

Qianyang always charged for connections.

The amount wasn’t large—one durian was fifty yuan.

 

– Help!

The streamer sounds like a scammer.

– Sorry, hahaha, but she really does sound like a scammer.

– The scammer vibe is strong.

– If I didn’t know the streamer’s rules, I’d wonder if she was a scammer too.

– Unbelievable.

– They’re sincerely asking for her help, and she’s asking for money right away?

– I’ve seen other platforms hype up this streamer as so amazing, but she’s just a fraud.

– All marketing.

– Stumbled into the Occult Zone, and this rule-bending scammer streamer has more viewers than any other streamer on the platform?

All I can say is, find something better to watch.

– Wow!

– We still have new people in this stream?

I thought all the Occult Zone viewers were already here.

– Most Occult Zone viewers have been drawn in by the streamer.

But lately, many viewers who don’t know much about the occult have come out of curiosity.

– Bear with it.

Our streamer will definitely break out of the Occult Zone!

 

Qianyang’s fanbase and viewership had basically hit the ceiling of the occult streaming zone.

Although her stream content was widely shared on other social and video platforms, viewers outside the occult zone still saw her as just an ordinary occult streamer.

They doubted the authenticity of her content and were far from reaching a breakthrough.

[Xixi’s Mother tipped streamer Qianyang with two durians]

Meeting the connection requirement, Qianyang invited Xixi’s mother to connect.

 

When the video popped up, a woman in her thirties sat in front of the camera.

She wore loungewear, looked haggard, and her expression wasn’t pleasant.

“Master, this is my wife.

She wants to talk with you first.”

 

In the frame, the woman was on a video call with her husband while simultaneously connecting to Qianyang via her computer.

The background seemed to be a balcony.

“Are you insane?”

The woman’s expression was dark and gloomy as she cursed at her husband without restraint.

“I don’t have time to play along with your nonsense.

Xixi will wake up soon.”

 

Xixi’s father said helplessly, “These are the master’s rules.

We just need to cooperate.”

 

Clearly, Qianyang’s entrance and her stream title had left a bad first impression on Xixi’s mother.

 

Xixi’s mother looked at Qianyang’s young face on the screen.

“I’m sorry, but Xixi is just a child.

Before I’m sure you can help us, I can’t let you see her.”

 

Qianyang nodded in understanding.

“What method do you want to use to confirm?”

 

Xixi’s mother said, “At least let me know you’re not a fraud, not wasting our time.”

“How should I prove it?”

“From what Dad and Xixi’s father say, you’re somewhat famous domestically.

Anyone interested in the occult basically knows you.

So you should be very skilled.

Then first, calculate my surname and whether anything has happened to me lately.

I’ve heard you always charge for fortune-telling.

If you’re accurate, will five hundred be enough?”

 

Qianyang nodded.

“That’s enough.”

“Your surname is Zhang.

Zhang Suhuai.”

 

Xixi’s mother was taken aback.

She glanced at her husband on her phone.

“Did you tell her?”

 

Xixi’s father shook his head.

“No, it might have been Dad…

Sigh.

He’s not in a good mood right now.

He’s been looking through Xixi’s photos.

Let’s not disturb him.”

 

Qianyang said, “The principal didn’t tell me.”

 

– She, she just said it?

– Huh?

No need to do a reading first?

– I remember the streamer saying that for people with low personal energy, she only needs to exchange a few words to know their name.

– Holy shit?

That magical?

– She can see ghosts with her naked eye.

What else is surprising?

– Good point!

 

Xixi’s mother’s expression didn’t improve much.

 

Qianyang continued, “Lately, you’ve had some heart problems.

Last night, you slept less than four hours.

An elderly person on the same hospital floor passed away.

You might have been startled, and with excessive grief, your energy is very low.

This will attract wandering souls in the hospital, which is why you often feel cold at night.

A reminder: get at least two hours of sunlight each day.”

 

Xixi’s mother looked stunned, staring at her in shock.

“Xixi has been talking in her sleep these past two nights.

Put a bowl of raw sticky rice water under her bed.

Dump it out somewhere the next day, and it’ll be fine.”

 

– I remember!

That’s a ghost-repelling technique!

– Yes, she taught us during the Cangcang connection.

– Wandering souls are common in hospitals.

– Xixi’s mother, don’t be skeptical.

Do as the streamer says.

Sick people are vulnerable to wandering souls.

– Trust me, the Taoist sister in front of you is the one true god of the Occult Zone.

 

Xixi’s mother was silent for a few seconds, then lowered her gaze.

When she looked up again, her eyes were red.

 

She tipped several dozen durians in a row.

“Master, you’re right.

Xixi has been talking in her dreams these past two days.”

“The wandering souls will send her dreams.

On windless days during the day, you can open the window and let her get some sun.”

“Okay…

I understand.

Thank you.”

Xixi’s mother’s tough facade crumbled.

“Master, our child… is it really true that she has already, already…”

 

Xixi’s father had probably already told her, which was why she hadn’t wanted to believe it at first.

 

Qianyang lowered her eyes.

“There’s a one percent chance I’m wrong.”

 

Xixi’s mother held back her tears.

“Master, how did she die?”

 

Qianyang shook her head.

“I don’t know.

Perhaps we’ll have to find Xixi’s biological parents to find out.”

 

Xixi’s mother nodded.

“Xixi should be waking up soon.”

“Okay.”

 

Xixi’s mother wiped the tears from her eyes.

“I just hope she didn’t suffer too much.

Let me see what she looks like grown up.”

 

Xixi’s mother understood that the one percent error rate Qianyang mentioned was only to avoid being too absolute in front of them.

“Suhuai…”

Xixi’s father sighed.

 

Before long, Xixi woke up.

“Mommy?”

The little girl sat up in bed.

Compared to when she was last seen on video, her hair was much shorter.

Her thin body, dressed in hospital pajamas, looked pale and frail.

 

Xixi’s mother forced a smile, turned the camera to the rear-facing one, and said, “Xixi, say hello to the big sister, okay?”

 

The little girl’s face was almost as pale as the wall, but her eyes were dark and bright.

“Hello, big sister.”

 

She obediently greeted the camera.

“Hello,” Qianyang replied.

“Xixi, hold out your hand,” Qianyang said.

“Like this?”

Xixi raised her left arm and opened her palm, facing up.

“Yes.”

 

Qianyang observed the lines on her palm while turning the rings of the Sky-Asking Compass.

Each ring was engraved with some strange characters.

After a moment, the magnetic spoon slowly began to swing in the center.

“Taihang, Linzhu, Seventeenth Street, Wu Li.”

“Okay, that’s enough.

Xixi, rest well.

I wish you a speedy recovery.”

“Thank you, big sister.”

 

Xixi’s mother was stunned.

“…That fast?”

 

Xixi’s father said in shock, “Master, in the hospital’s records, there is indeed a pregnant woman named Wu Li!”

 

– …That fast?

– Holy crap?

Is the Sky-Asking Compass that amazing?

– The Sky-Asking Compass is indeed amazing, but to be precise, it’s the person using it who’s amazing.

– Wow…

– Taihang City, Linzhu District, Seventeenth Street?

 

Qianyang glanced at the comments.

“What’s the big deal?

Don’t you know about the Sky-Asking Compass?”

 

– I thought it could only be used for tracking direction, like before!

– Right!

Who knew it could calculate addresses and names!

– That’s overpowered!

– Fugitives: I want to ban this equipment!

 

Qianyang said, “Because this time, I saw Xixi’s fate chart.”

 

After ending the connection with Xixi’s mother, Xixi’s father immediately entered the stream.

He tipped several dozen durians in a row, then requested a connection.

“Master Qianyang, I’m heading to Linzhu District, Seventeenth Street right now.

Please guide me to the specific location.”

 

Qianyang nodded.

“Okay.”

 

Xixi’s father didn’t drive himself.

He hailed a taxi on the street, got in, and told the driver the destination.

“Is Wu Li Xixi’s biological mother?”

Xixi’s father asked.

“Yes.”

 

No matter where Xixi lived or whose daughter she was nominally, in her fate chart, her biological mother would always occupy a place.

Because her life originated from her mother’s body—that was an unchangeable fact.

 

On the way, Xixi’s father, moved by emotion, said a lot about Xixi.

Every step of Xixi’s growth over the years, they had witnessed.

Even knowing she wasn’t his biological child, his feelings for her hadn’t changed.

But mentioning the past again cast an unshakable shadow over his heart.

 

If the children hadn’t been switched, the child who grew up under their care would be their biological daughter.

While they were cherishing Xixi, what about their biological daughter?

Did she fare well?

Did she find loving parents?

Did she grow up as happily as Xixi?

 

Finally, the car reached its destination.

“Follow the directions I give you.”

Qianyang placed the Sky-Asking Compass in front of her.

“Got it.”

 

Seventeenth Street was an old street, surrounded by old houses and shops.

The narrow alleys were lined with stalls on both sides, awnings connected one after another, making it difficult for vehicles to pass.

 

Xixi’s father, walking through the bustling crowd, felt a bit out of place.

He had grown up in a wealthy family and probably rarely came to such cramped, crowded places.

 

Listening to the noisy sounds in the call, Qianyang directed him to keep going forward.

 

Tomorrow was New Year’s Eve, and the streets were very lively.

 

The Yang siblings had left home four or five years ago and never returned.

This year was no exception; they were spending the New Year in Taihang City.

Unlike before, they no longer felt stress and worry about making a living.

They had gone out early to buy New Year’s supplies.

 

After navigating two bustling alleys, under Qianyang’s guidance, Xixi’s father turned into a narrow passage.

Passing through it, he arrived on a very quiet small road.

It had rained not long ago, and the ground was muddy.

It was rare to see such muddy roads in Taihang City.

 

At the end of the path was a garbage collection house.

Iron railings enclosed a small yard filled with trash.

Hanging on the railing was a wooden sign with the words “Garbage Collection Station” written crookedly.

“…Here?”

Xixi’s father’s voice hesitated.

“Yes,” Qianyang said.

 

– Ah…

– Xixi’s biological parents aren’t well-off.

– This recycling station isn’t big.

They probably barely scrape by.

Better not send Xixi back.

– I’m so nervous…

What if they insist on taking Xixi back?

– Will they be willing to get tested for Xixi?

What if they don’t…

– What are you saying?

Don’t judge others.

What’s wrong with collecting garbage?

It’s not stealing or robbing.

– Exactly.

Some people’s sense of superiority is dripping off the screen.

 

Xixi’s father walked to the iron gate and heard voices from inside.

“Old Zhao, I give you business all the time.

Next time you take my stuff, give me a better price, okay?”

A middle-aged man stood with his hands in his pockets, looking around.

“The only reason I come all the way here to you is because your wife isn’t right in the head.”

 

In front of him stood a dark-skinned, thin man.

The man had grayish hair, skin as dark as charcoal, and clothes that were clearly too big, hanging loosely on him.

His expression was fidgety, his hands clasped together uneasily.

His eyes were timid, afraid to make eye contact.

“I, I’m already paying you a higher price for your stuff than others.

Other places wouldn’t pay this much for scrap…”

“Dong dong—”

Just then, a man in a black jacket outside the iron gate knocked on it.

 

The two in the yard both looked up.

“Hello, does Wu Li, Ms. Wu Li, live here?”

 

The dark-skinned man looked up blankly at him.

“You’re looking for my wife?

What for?”

“I’d like to talk with her.”

“Her brain’s been messed up for years.

Anything you have to say, you can say to me.”

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