Panicked, he picked up his phone and said urgently into the other end, "Okay, I understand."
He glanced out the window. The rain had stopped, and though the ground still bore traces of it, the sun was out.
"It's not raining, so it should be fine."
With that, he quickly ran downstairs.
Following the address the middle-aged man had given him, he arrived at the scene to find an ambulance parked by the roadside.
A crowd had gathered, and traffic police and regular police were handling the situation.
His best friend's electric scooter was dented, especially the front, which was completely smashed.
The car that had collided with the scooter had its headlights completely destroyed.
The car's windshield was cracked into a large web.
There were also some bloodstains on the windshield.
Li Fan quickly looked ahead. His three best friends were unconscious, and one of them had blood all over his face.
"Due to the rain, the tires skidded. Especially at this location, it's a traffic accident hotspot, an intersection of three roads."
"Officer, I swear I'm innocent! Those young guys were speeding like they were riding on wind and fire wheels, they just rushed over and crashed into me. I wanted to brake, but I couldn't!"
"I wasn't drinking and driving, you can test me."
"It's not entirely my fault, you can check the surveillance footage."
The car driver said, trembling. Hitting three young men like this, if it was entirely his fault, it would be serious. He had insurance, but he'd still have to pay a portion.
Li Fan ran towards the doctor, anxiously asking, "Doctor, I'm their friend. Are my friends seriously injured?"
"All three have suffered severe head trauma. It's very serious. Please don't block the way; we need to rush them to the hospital for immediate treatment."
Li Fan quickly stepped back, his heart pounding wildly.
This was truly f***ed up.
Fortunately, he had believed Zhao Yan. Otherwise, if he had ridden with those friends, he would be the one lying there now.
The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. His legs gave out, and he sat down on the ground, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Trembling, he picked up his phone, opened Zhao Yan's livestream, and topped up his remaining seven hundred yuan.
He directly sent Zhao Yan seven "airplanes."
Feeling it wasn't enough, he picked up his phone and called his dad.
"Dad, send me two thousand yuan!"
"What do you need two thousand yuan for?"
"To tip my savior!!!"
Zhao Yan let out a sigh, explaining the details of drawing talismans.
Seeing the gifts coming in, Zhao Yan paused and said, "Thank you, [Nuan Nuan Nuan], for the twenty-seven airplanes."
"You don't need to send so many, it's enough, it's enough."
Li Fan: "Holy crap, from now on, I'm the master's loyal fan! From this moment on, anyone who says anything bad about the master, I, Li Fan, will personally take them down!"
"You guys don't know, the master is truly divine. Holy crap, my hands are still shaking as I type."
"I've posted my experience on the master's Tieba. Those who believe me can go check it out. All I want to say now is, Master, you're awesome!"
Seeing Li Fan's comments, many people curiously clicked into Zhao Yan's Tieba.
Li Fan posted everything that had just happened on Tieba.
He also included a few photos he had taken at the scene.
These photos immediately caught many people's attention.
After reading the entire incident, Zhao Yan's comment section changed, filled with "holy crap" messages.
[Awesome, I never thought fortune-telling could save a life!]
[Master, quickly pick a lucky fan, please pick me. Could you please take a look at me? How is my luck?]
Zhao Yan looked at the change in the comments and was momentarily stunned.
Wu Jiaxin was constantly monitoring the situation. She opened Tieba, clicked on it, and handed her phone to Zhao Yan.
"Sister Zhao, you just did a fortune-telling for the netizen [Nuan Nuan Nuan], and because of your reading, he avoided a car accident."
Zhao Yan was also taken aback, not expecting things to happen so quickly.
Fortune-telling could only provide a general indication; it couldn't pinpoint the exact time of an event.
Li Fan felt unsatisfied and asked his dad for another two thousand.
He had to send it to Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan stopped him, "Okay, don't send any more. The platform deducts half, and with taxes, each airplane is one hundred yuan, but I only receive thirty yuan. You don't need to send any more."
[I'm definitely a fan of this streamer, even Jesus wouldn't change my mind!]
[A conscientious streamer. Other streamers beg for gifts, but our streamer is truly a breath of fresh air.]
[The master doesn't rely on gifts! Look, her business is selling talismans. I think if you really want to support the master, you should buy her talismans instead.]
[That's right. If the master's skills are this great, her talismans must be top-notch. Not buying them would be a huge loss.]
Zhao Yan had just uploaded about a dozen talismans. These were all calming talismans.
Calming talismans were a basic type of talisman and had no exorcising effect; their main purpose was to stabilize the mind.
Drawing these talismans didn't consume much yang energy, and she could draw one in about ten seconds.
She had thought these talismans wouldn't be popular, as she had introduced them for a while without anyone buying them. She wondered if the price was too high, a thousand yuan for a piece of paper that looked like waste.
Unexpectedly, in just a few seconds, the dozen talismans were snapped up.
[Master, please upload more talismans.]
[Even if I have to eat instant noodles for a month, I'll still buy the master's talismans.]
[No wonder the master dared to sell a talisman for a thousand yuan. I secretly looked down on the master before, but now I was wrong.]
Zhao Yan said, "Since everyone is so enthusiastic, I'll sell more calming talismans. A total of two hundred will be available."
With her increased yang energy, she could now draw calming talismans very quickly and with a much higher success rate.
So, when she sold them for a thousand yuan, she still felt a bit guilty.
After all, making money this easily felt almost wrong.
Wang Xianzhi seemed to sense what Zhao Yan was thinking and said in a low voice, "Master, if you feel uneasy, we can package the talismans as a high-end product."
"Just looking at the talisman itself might not seem worth it, but if we put it in a beautiful frame, it would look much more sophisticated."
"Building a brand is important, or perhaps the back of the frame could have your signature."
"Yes, Sister Zhao. Many expensive things aren't necessarily superior in quality; their value comes from the brand, like handbags, which can cost tens or hundreds of thousands."
Zhao Yan listened to Wu Jiaxin and Wang Xianzhi's suggestions and found them very good.
"Okay, then let's buy some nice frames. Disciple, I'll leave this matter to you. I trust you to handle it."
Wang Xianzhi smiled, "Don't worry, Master. I guarantee we'll make [Wocao Master!] a well-known brand."
Wu Jiaxin covered her mouth in surprise, "Sister Zhao, the two hundred talismans you just put up for sale have been completely cleared out!"