Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Hell’s Den

To ensure a more accurate reading, Granny Xunzi slowly recounted her son’s story.

Her family lived in a remote village. Though they were poor, they were a loving family, and living together, they felt happy enough.

When her son was six, her husband died in an accident, but his employer at the construction site offered no compensation.

From then on, the granny was both mother and father to him, raising him through great hardship. As time went on, their lives gradually started to look up.

When her son grew up, he planned to go work in the city. The granny supported him wholeheartedly, giving him all of her savings.

Not long after, her son brought home a girlfriend.

The granny was overjoyed, thinking her son had finally grown up and was ready to settle down and live a stable life. Little did she know, this was the beginning of her nightmare…

Under the pretext of starting a business to make a fortune, the girlfriend took her son to work in Hainan.

For the first few months, her son sent her 20,000 yuan every month, telling her not to worry. He said he and his girlfriend were living well and had a stable life.

However, half a year after her son left for work, he stopped contacting her altogether.

At first, the granny didn’t think much of it, figuring her son was just too busy to call.

But after two weeks of silence, the granny finally sensed something was wrong and rushed to report it to the police.

But it was too late. They searched for nearly six months, but there was still no word from her son.

At this point, her face was a mess of tears and snot, her voice choked with sobs. “Streamer, I know you’re incredibly powerful. Please, help me find out where my son is! I’ve already lost my husband, I can’t lose my son too!”

Growing more agitated as she spoke, she hurriedly pulled two photos of her son from her backpack. “Streamer, this is what my son looks like. Please, take a look…”

The granny’s story wrenched the hearts of the viewers in the livestream chat, filling them with an indescribable mix of emotions:

[Was her son taken to Myanmar? Don’t tell me his organs were harvested…]

[This poor granny… Lost her husband young, and now in her old age, her son is missing and might be dead. *Sniffle*… Streamer, you have to help her.]

[She’s worked hard her entire life, thinking she could finally have a good life once her son grew up, only for him to vanish after leaving for work with his girlfriend.]

[The granny came to the right place. Connecting with the streamer is absolutely the best decision she’s ever made!]

The comments in the chat scrolled by endlessly.

Shen Zhiyao gave the granny a solemn look and slowly uttered two words: “Hell’s Den…”

These two words hit the livestream chat like a thunderclap.

Recently, panic had been spreading throughout the country about a domestic catcher codenamed “Hell’s Den,” who adopted the persona of a virtuous wife and mother to lure men to Myanmar.

Eight men had already fallen victim, and the police had formed a special task force to investigate.

And now, Shen Zhiyao was connecting this missing man to that terrifying catcher.

On the other end of the call, Granny Xunzi looked as if she’d been struck by lightning. She was completely stunned, her lips trembling uncontrollably, unable to utter a single word.

“N-No… impossible. My family has worshiped the Great Black Buddha Mother for generations. How could my son have met such a demon… Master, you must have made a mistake. Please, I’m begging you, do the reading again!”

Shen Zhiyao watched her, her expression unchanging. “My readings are never wrong. Your son’s fate has run its course. He’s already dead.”

Granny Xunzi couldn’t believe it, but her rational mind told her it had to be true. This was the same master who had pinpointed the source of Gan Enxin’s misfortune and understood the purpose of the Buddha Talisman. She couldn’t possibly be lying.

She could no longer control her emotions and broke down, wailing on the spot.

Granny Xunzi cried for a long time before finally looking up, her eyes red and swollen. “Streamer, since you know my son is dead, can you find out where his body is? I want to bring him home…”

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something and immediately picked up her phone, about to open the livestream app to send a tip.

Just then, Shen Zhiyao’s detached voice came through. “That won’t be necessary. You’ve already taken out a loan of about 200,000 yuan to look for your son. I’ll do this reading for free.”

Hearing this, in front of everyone watching the livestream, Granny Xunzi fell to her knees with a THUD. “Streamer, I have nothing with which to repay you. Please, accept my deepest respects.”

Shen Zhiyao sat there quietly, accepting Granny Xunzi’s three kowtows.

One kowtow, two kowtows, three kowtows…

The granny expressed her gratitude to Shen Zhiyao in the most direct way she knew.

[Holy shit, this granny is hardcore! Kowtowing three times just like that to thank the streamer, not caring who’s watching.]

[The streamer is the one who’s truly amazing. Did you guys notice her expression hasn’t changed this entire time? She’s just sitting there, completely unfazed.]

[Poor granny… I hope her son is okay!]

[The granny has worshiped the Great Black Buddha Mother for years. Her son will definitely be fine. The Great Black Buddha Mother will protect him.]

Shen Zhiyao glanced at the granny, her gaze perfectly calm.

The divination fee had been paid, the karmic debt settled. Shen Zhiyao looked at the photo the granny offered and began her calculations. “Your son is at the Sealed Door Factory on the outskirts of Southern City. He’s buried outside the door of the third workshop, counting from east to west. His organs have been hollowed out and placed in a red burlap sack. He’s still wearing the Great Black Buddha Mother Bracelet you got for him.”

As her words fell, a dead silence descended upon the livestream.

The location, direction, and landmarks were all described with such clarity, as if Shen Zhiyao had seen it all with her own eyes.

Granny Xunzi was stunned as well. Southern City was over 3,000 kilometers from Beijing City. And the Sealed Door Factory… she had seen many videos on TikTok about paranormal events that had supposedly happened there.

She didn’t dare go there alone.

[Granny, don’t be scared! Just call the police and have them take you there!]

The granny’s hands trembled uncontrollably. “But what would I even say? That I found out where my son was from a livestream fortune-teller? They’ll think I’m a lunatic.”

[Then what’s she supposed to do? We can’t let her go alone!]

[That place is so remote. If the granny ends up meeting the same fate as her son, it would be an absolute tragedy.]

Just as the chat erupted into chaos and Granny Xunzi stood there, at a complete loss, a user named “Chopped Dead Scum” spoke up:

[Granny, don’t be afraid. Tell me where you are, and I’ll go with you. I’m a veteran, I’ve trained in Sanda for ten years, and I used to compete as a 65kg kickboxer. More importantly, I’m also in Beijing City. We can exchange contact information, if that’s okay. Then, we can connect with the streamer again and see if she’s the real deal or just a fraud.]

[Holy shit, what a hero! “Chopped Dead Scum” is a badass! We have to support this!]

[Holy shit, please stream it! I’m so hyped for a collab stream! A nighttime search for a body, damn, this storyline is insane!]

And so, Granny Xunzi and “Chopped Dead Scum” exchanged contact information.

Shen Zhiyao slowly began to speak. “Come find me again when you require after-sales support.”

With that, she disconnected the call.

At that moment, the livestream chat instantly exploded…

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