CHAPTER 204: CHAPTER 177

"Of course not."

Mu Yunchu’s eyes showed a hint of strangeness, somewhat confused by the other’s meaning.

"That’s good, that’s good." Wang Qiuhui felt slightly relieved upon hearing this, as long as his life could be saved.

Then he thought of something, immediately sat up straight, and looked at Mu Yunchu with utmost sincerity, saying, "What do you need me to do, host?"

"I’ll do anything as long as I can survive."

In fact, what he meant was he could give Mu Yunchu a lot of money.

He understood this.

He was pretty savvy himself.

"Isn’t there some kind of ’remedy’ or something like this?"

Wang Qiuhui had heard this from other fortune-tellers.

Mu Yunchu spoke lightly, "No need."

"As long as you listen to me, nothing will happen."

Mu Yunchu’s calm demeanor gave him a great sense of security.

Meanwhile, other netizens in the livestream were constantly comforting him.

After all, it’s a matter of life and death; no matter how much they don’t want to see Wang Qiuhui win in front of them, this is different.

They didn’t want to see someone die in front of them.

[Rest assured, kindred spirit, I’m telling you the host is amazing, she has never made a mistake before, as long as she says you’ll be fine, then you’ll definitely be fine.]

[Right! You might not know, but we’ve seen plenty of it before.]

Perhaps the rapid pace of events made everyone overlook the details Wang Qiuhui mentioned of receiving a series of red and blue warnings.

"Just drive home normally now." Mu Yunchu seemed to also be worried about something, she softly advised, "The visibility at this time isn’t very good, drive a bit slower, be careful."

These words seemed to further confirm Wang Qiuhui’s suspicions.

His heart was pounding like a drum.

Of course, more terrifying was the fact that Mu Yunchu wanted him to drive.

"Huh?"

"Really drive?"

Wang Qiuhui’s hand on the steering wheel was shaking, although he wanted to trust Mu Yunchu, but...

"Drive." Mu Yunchu’s emotions were completely different from his, "But remember, drive slowly, focus, and make sure to stop when I say stop."

Wang Qiuhui was a ’veteran driver’ with years of experience driving ride-hailing cars, honestly, Mu Yunchu was still a bit worried.

Especially about his slightly inattentive driving speed.

If he can’t stop in time... it would be terrible.

"Of course, not too slow either."

Otherwise, things would head in another problematic direction.

[I thought the host would suggest the kindred spirit park the car somewhere safe and take another mode of transport home.]

[That’s the thought of ordinary people like yourselves, for something big like the host, it’s definitely different!]

[You’re saying the ’different way’ is to keep letting the kindred spirit drive to his death...?]

...

Wang Qiuhui finally took a deep breath.

Because he felt if he got out of the car, it might not be safe either.

So he had no choice but to toughen up and drive.

But later, he found out he was overthinking.

Now, Wang Qiuhui was gathering all his courage, started the car, and slowly stepped on the gas.

Just like Mu Yunchu had advised, he maintained a speed that wasn’t too fast but also not too slow and stayed focused.

He drove like this all the way.

Since he had confirmed his lottery wouldn’t win, Wang Qiuhui’s route was towards home.

Whether it’s being time passing without incident or driving on familiar roads, he gradually felt less tense than before.

Sometimes, in the one or two seconds when Mu Yunchu wasn’t speaking, he would occasionally forget his current predicament.

Slowly, he relaxed.

"I’ll be home in a few minutes."

As he said this, he unconsciously curved his lips.

He probably felt he was going to be alright.

As he passed a corner, a plastic bag on the middle of the road loomed vaguely ahead, he thought, here was a double yellow line, being caught would be inappropriate.

He figured it was just a garbage bag that flew from somewhere, he could just roll over it.

However, just as he was less than three meters away from the garbage bag, Mu Yunchu suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

At that moment, Wang Qiuhui’s heart nearly stopped.

Even his brain didn’t react to what he should do.

He hastily did many things, even turned on the windshield wipers.

Luckily, his body’s instinctive reaction was — to turn off the car.

This was probably the best part of a manual transmission.

And thanks to this emergency evasion, Wang Qiuhui’s car stopped about a meter away from the garbage bag.

Due to vision distortion, from the angle of Wang Qiuhui’s phone, the bag was almost invisible.

Many including Wang Qiuhui himself were completely puzzled.

[What’s going on? Why did we stop here?]

[Wow, when the streamer shouted stop, I almost jumped, I thought something unexpected was going to happen.]

[But I don’t see anything happening...]

[Who said nothing happened, there’s a garbage bag right in front, isn’t there?]

[??? You’re saying this garbage bag took the kindred spirit’s life??? No novel would dare write that, right.]

At this point, some people couldn’t figure out what was going on and started to doubt if Mu Yunchu was just creating a ruse.

[Could it be that because there was no danger all the way, the host is worried it would affect her reputation, so deliberately found a facade?]

[I feel it’s very likely! Wow, hearing you say this, I suddenly feel like I’ve stumbled onto some truth. After all, the garbage bag could be picked up and thrown aside, and then naturally said the crisis was averted, that’s some serious city intrigue.]

[But I still don’t get how a garbage bag could take someone’s life. It’s crazy no matter how you think about it, isn’t the host afraid of too many doubters when she talks about this matter?]

[Emm... maybe it got sucked into the engine or tangled onto the wipers? I don’t know either, but I think the most could be said.]

[No matter how ridiculous, it’s better than the kindred spirit safely reaching home without anything happening.]

...

Probably because they couldn’t understand the exact timing when Mu Yunchu said to stop, the livestream filled with many skeptical voices.

However, Wang Qiuhui automatically ignored them.

At this moment he only cared if his crisis had been resolved.

"Host, does this mean there’s nothing to worry about?"

"Yes." Mu Yunchu responded.

Wang Qiuhui nodded, "Alright, should I go down and pick up that garbage bag?"

Mu Yunchu noticeably paused.