Chapter 459: Chapter 468: Yu Xin’s Death
Her plot to harm another had yet to be set in motion when she died. The very person she had planned to scheme against was, in fact, already waiting for her.
At the same time, a piece of news shot to the top of the trending charts.
Yu Xin Is Dead!
When Su Nian opened her livestream again, it was as if all her viewers had collectively vanished.
A few minutes later, the chat exploded like a bombshell.
[Could it have been this woman who did it?]
[Doesn’t she call herself some kind of master fortune-teller? Maybe she used some kind of witchcraft to curse and kill our Xinxinzi!]
[Murderer! Murderer! I’m calling the police! I’m going to have the cops arrest you! Isn’t anyone going to do something about this?!]
Su Nian immediately opened her phone, which was constantly pushing news notifications.
It was all news of Yu Xin’s death.
Clicking on one of the articles revealed a blurry photo. The girl in the picture was a terrifying sight.
She looked as though she had fallen from a high-rise, her entire body blood-red, exuding an unspeakable eeriness.
Like a red flower blooming on the pavement, dyeing the ground crimson.
Yu Xin’s body lay there, silent and still. Su Nian stared quietly at the heavily pixelated corpse.
One of her hands was faintly visible, not completely obscured by the pixelation. On that hand, the faint beginnings of lividity were already showing.
Just last night, she had been on a live video call with Su Nian. But today, she was dead, and lividity had already appeared on her hand.
It didn’t take a genius to know that her death was anything but normal.
But to her deranged fans, they had already decided that Su Nian was the culprit.
In their online assault, they frantically tagged the police’s official account and flooded Su Nian’s account with vitriolic comments, insisting she had murdered Yu Xin.
Su Nian still paid them no mind, her gaze fixed on the picture.
Even though it was heavily pixelated, the image radiated a strange, eerie energy.
Meanwhile, as more and more of Yu Xin’s fans learned about what happened the previous day, they all flooded Su Nian’s livestream.
[How dare you stream right now! Our Xinxinzi is dead!]
[It’s all your fault! You must have provoked her yesterday!]
[The police are saying she’s not involved, but how could she not be? There must be a cover-up!]
Amid the frenzied attacks from the deranged fans, the police quickly issued a statement.
It confirmed that Yu Xin’s death was unrelated to Su Nian and that she had died from a fall.
During that time, Su Nian was at the Daoist Temple, livestreaming her fortune-telling. How could she have had time to harm anyone?
As for witchcraft and the like, the official position was simply to trust in science.
But the frenzied fans wouldn’t listen. They even changed their line of attack.
[She must have summoned a ghost to kill her!]
[Isn’t she supposed to be some master fortune-teller? Even if she didn’t kill her, why didn’t she warn Xinxinzi yesterday?!]
The fans grew more and more unhinged, to the point that even the police were at a loss.
The incident caused a massive uproar. Higher-ups ordered the cause of death to be determined within three days, but the crazed fans paid no attention to this.
They remained convinced of a cover-up and latched onto Su Nian, relentlessly hurling abuse at her.
Society often operates on sentiment and social grace. Many people who hadn’t particularly liked Yu Xin before now found themselves subconsciously shifting the blame to Su Nian, all because Yu Xin was dead.
[Well, it’s partly her fault for being so aggressive yesterday. If she had just spoken more nicely, this probably wouldn’t have happened!]
[No matter what, you have to respect the dead!]
Seeing these idiotic comments, Su Nian showed no reaction whatsoever.
She watched with cold eyes. ’Respect for the dead?’
’They would soon find out just what kind of "exciting" sequel this deceased person had in store for them.’
Her screen was filled with furious insults. Unwilling to bother with an explanation, Su Nian simply shut down her stream.
Night had just fallen. In the morgue, Yu Xin’s body had been placed in a large drawer, a white sheet draped over her.
In an unwitnessed moment, the eyes beneath the sheet quietly stirred.
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