The latter's warning, however, stirred Yaoyao's rebellious spirit.
She directly ignored the latter, looking up at the fortunate viewer: "Big brother, are you asking if you've run into something unclean?"
This direct question made the fortunate viewer's expression freeze. He looked up in surprise, his eyes still filled with disbelief after his inner thoughts had been exposed.
However, his hesitation lasted only an instant. He immediately reacted, nodding repeatedly: "Master, you've seen the problem with me, haven't you?
"Please, you must save me. I'm really going crazy with that 'long worm,' wuwuwu!"
The fortunate viewer was clearly mentally tormented. As soon as Yaoyao spoke, he clung to her words like a drowning man to a straw, pleading and crying.
[Looks like there won't be any face-slapping drama to watch. Another live stream veteran, boring... so boring.]
[Lost the classic face-slapping segment, half the fun gone!]
The netizens were somewhat speechless seeing the fortunate viewer so completely yielding. After all, the fun of watching drama came from a "victim" who was hard-mouthed.
However, thinking about it again, they felt it was normal.
Because newcomers usually watch or swipe away when they see a live stream. The percentage of those who react so quickly is ultimately small.
"Big brother, please tell me specifically what happened!"
Yaoyao ignored the netizens' complaints. She blinked her dark, glistening eyes, which seemed to hold a shining star.
The fortunate viewer met her gaze and felt a sudden warmth in his originally cold body.
He hadn't felt this sensation since the incident occurred. He instantly understood this was the Master's doing.
At this, he became utterly agitated.
"Master, this strange incident has to start from the blood rain..."
The fortunate viewer cleared his throat, suppressing the fear in his heart, and recounted the strange things he had encountered exactly as they happened.
He was a craftsman, mainly making oil-paper umbrellas, a non-material cultural heritage. On the day of the blood rain, when the sky cried, he happened to be delivering goods to a client.
His line of craftsmen had an unwritten proverb: "A peddler walking the streets shouldn't go empty-handed, to avoid offending the heavens."
Simply put, a peddler delivering goods must never go empty-handed. They must carry their own umbrella to avoid bad weather and not having an umbrella for themselves, which could easily damage the customer's goods.
And "damage" here referred to the new umbrella getting wet.
Although umbrellas were made to be used, if they hadn't reached the customer's hands, they had to be considered new.
Opening them early to avoid rain would bring bad luck, and if the customer didn't return it, they couldn't charge for the umbrella.
An umbrella, from its ribs, canopy, and winding threads, was all purely handmade. The fortunate viewer prided himself on his craftsmanship, but weaving one still took half a month. If it were damaged, he would be heartbroken.
So, he naturally carried one according to the rules.
It was an old umbrella, passed down from his grandfather's generation, of astonishing quality. After decades, the umbrella ribs were still oily, and the canopy was so smooth that water would bead off.
He found it very handy and had considered replicating one, but no matter what, the results were always inferior.
He was confident he had learned his ancestral craft perfectly. The reason he couldn't replicate it was likely due to the materials. But the item was passed down to him by his father, who also didn't know the materials.
The idea of replicating it was shelved from then on. He only hoped that the umbrella would remain intact in the future and be passed down to the next generation.
But who knew that he would encounter blood rain that time? After the umbrella canopy was hit by the red rain, he began to feel a bone-chilling coldness from the handle.
He only thought it was due to a change in weather. He endured the journey home. Following his old habit, he tried to shake off the blood rain and put the umbrella away, but strangely found that the canopy was completely dry.
It was as if the blood rain earlier was fake...
"Master, I knew this blood rain was evil. The first victim appeared. Good thing I was smart and didn't go out."
The fear in the fortunate viewer's eyes could no longer be suppressed as he spoke.
He had almost bumped into the cabinet corner in the dry bathroom. Those corners had no protective padding. If he had hit it, he probably wouldn't have survived.
Also, while cooking, the gas stove fire suddenly flared up. If it weren't for the fire extinguisher at home, he wouldn't have been able to put it out.
All this happened in just half a day. The fortunate viewer didn't dare to imagine if he would still be alive if it went on longer.
He just happened to stumble upon the Master's live stream, and hurried to join. His winning the lottery only confirmed that he was in big trouble.
[Holy crap, I knew this blood rain was evil. The first victim has appeared. Good thing I was smart and didn't go out.]
[You can't say that. The blood rain came suddenly. Many people on the street must have been caught off guard. How come others are fine? They didn't even have umbrellas!]
[The upstairs analysis makes a lot of sense. And the fortunate viewer himself said it was the umbrella's problem. Don't spread panic willy-nilly!]
Many people watching the live stream now had been caught in the blood rain. Whose heart wasn't hanging by a thread? Seeing comments like this, anyone would get upset.
Moreover, the live stream had many viewers. If they were caught by an administrator and deemed to be spreading panic, the live stream might be shut down. Where would they get their gossip then?
This was a major issue that affected everyone's "rice bowl." For a time, netizens stopped gossiping and instead launched a concerted attack.
Seeing the comment section completely overrun, a fair-minded person finally stepped in to stop it.
[Alright, what's the point of arguing now? What the Master says is the key.]
[Only the Master can truly save the fortunate viewer. Everyone, shut up and mute yourselves. Don't delay the fortunate viewer from saving his life. We can't bear this karma.]
As these words were spoken, the netizens, who had originally been somewhat unconvinced, immediately quieted down. They had seen too much. The two words "karma" could not be described as mere terror.
According to the Master, even if you escaped by luck while alive, you would still be held accountable after death. The latter had no chance to go back on their word, so not causing trouble was a consensus everyone shared.
As for these commotions, Yaoyao had no intention of looking. She asked the fortunate viewer to take out the oil-paper umbrella he believed to be problematic.
The fortunate viewer wanted to save his life, so he readily complied. The umbrella canopy was indeed beautiful, painted with clusters of white clouds in oil colors, looking indescribably lovely under the natural light.
If an outsider saw it, they would surely be delighted, but Yaoyao was not.
She saw a python on this umbrella. No... that's not right... To be precise, it was a python soul that was about to transform into a flood dragon.
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