Chapter 225

Life and death have always been a major matter in the eyes of the people.

Ling Yue's words were like a thunderbolt, making everyone's eardrums tremble; the live‑stream screen was instantly flooded with comments.

【Host, what do you mean by life or death? Speak clearly!】

【Holy shit, I knew it, the host is going big!】

【Heaven, the host said something so serious—is anyone there? What on earth is going on?】

The netizens' panic almost pierced the screen; Miaomiaomiaomiao in front of the camera felt the tension, nervously picking at their fingers, almost unable to stop screaming, dead person!

She wasn't stupid; recalling Ling Yue's earlier words, a chill rose from her feet, permeating her limbs, her whole body felt as if plunged into an ice cellar.

As she spoke, her throat trembled: 'Host? Host, don't scare me—what's going on?'

Ling Yue's eyes darkened as she recalled the scene she had just seen——

"Ding, your Meituan takeout order has been received!"

He was an outstanding delivery worker in this area, the pair of yellow rabbit ears on his head the best proof; recently he'd heard rumors that the region would select a general agent, thinking of this, the delivery guy twisted the handle and the electric cart sped forward.

He wanted to give it a try.

If successful, not only would his position rise, but his salary would increase as well.

The delivery guy slightly raised his head; under a cloudless sky he thought, the sunshine was splendid—today really is nice weather.

The delivery guy always wore a smile, yet felt a bit regretful that such fine weather meant he had to leave work early today, because his daughter's birthday was today.

After getting up in the morning, his wife told him: 'Honey, come home early tonight, don't forget to celebrate our daughter's birthday.'

"I know, I definitely won't forget!"

So when he saw the expectant little girl, he would squat down and ask if she wanted to touch it; her cute demeanor made him unable to stop smiling, his own daughter just as lovely and lively.

He lowered his head to glance at his phone—fifteen minutes left.

The delivery guy relaxed; the order address was nearby, just across the street in that building, he could leisurely follow the crowd, and besides, his wife and daughter reminded him every day: 'Husband/Dad, be sure to come home safe and sound.'

He stared for a moment, then realized the green light had come on; leisurely pedestrians stepped onto the crosswalk, nobody paying attention, for to them it was just the most ordinary slice of daily life.

There were office workers staring at their phones, and little girls holding their grandparents' hands crossing the street; nobody expected that a man‑made accident was about to occur.

A pair of blood‑red eyes stared ahead malevolently, like a demon crawling out of hell; the unopened car window reeked of alcohol, several bottles of white wine, red wine, tossed haphazardly to one side at his feet.

The man gritted his teeth: 'Why! Why!'

"Why do you get to live so well! Go die!" His voice sounded as if squeezed from between his teeth.

The slowly moving car attracted no attention, so no one knew what kind of demon sat inside this snail‑paced vehicle.

The man exuding malice lurked, watching the pedestrians on the road; at this moment, every living person was his target, his tool for venting!

Li Heng's business investments failed this year; the empire he had painstakingly built was all mortgaged away, overnight he lost everything, and before creditors could come knocking, he drove off in a car.

Seeing these people, the man's resentment surged.

The next moment he slammed the steering wheel; the speeding car became like a mad iron beast, and without anyone expecting it, he violently rammed into the crowd.

Nobody could react in time.

In the blink of an eye, a huge bang suddenly rang out; by the time others saw it, a person had already been flung away, screams erupted instantly, the crowd like panicked lambs became prey to the beast.

At first some thought it was an accident, but once they reacted, the speeding car swerved, the female college student who had dodged once turned pale, and before she could react again the car struck her once more.

Li Heng, eyes red with killing intent, laughed wildly: 'Die! All of you, go die!'

He aimed at his next target—a family out for a stroll; the mother was already stunned, the father swiftly scooped up the child and shoved the wife aside, the mother who had been holding her daughter's hand ready to buy new clothes, under the wheels she screamed while clutching her daughter, and in an instant her light‑colored clothes were soaked red with blood.

The delivery guy was also among them, swaying back and forth in the panicking crowd; he had a chance to escape, but his cart unintentionally lagged a step.

One second before losing consciousness, he was still thinking, 'I can't deliver the order.'

Sorry, daughter—dad won't be coming home today, can't celebrate your birthday.

The last image he saw was the car continuing to barrel forward, on a day of joyous family reunion, countless people would never return home.

The at‑fault driver rolled down his window, laughing wantonly without restraint; in a pool of blood he suddenly flung out a heap of red cash, the blood‑stained wheels crushing the notes scattered across the ground.

The man emerged unscathed, even shouting: 'Come on! Pick it up—I'm giving you life‑buying money!'

The simulated scene, overlaid with a murky blood‑red hue of death, Ling Yue drew a deep breath; in an instant her gaze turned sharp as a drawn blade.

Returning to reality, she looked again at the live stream; the netizens' questions piled up, layer upon layer, covering the screen.

Ling Yue answered the inquirer Miaomiaomiaomiao: 'I didn't scare you.'

Ling Yue adjusted her pace: 'In less than a minute, on the road opposite you, a gray‑purple Porsche will suddenly pull out and plow into the crowd!'

"This accident will leave eleven dead and seven injured."

She spoke with certainty, even giving the precise numbers; her flat tone sent a chill down listeners' spines, and Miaomiaomiaomiao jumped up, eyes wide: 'Host!'

Even the Cat Princess beside her was startled, fur standing on end.

Ling Yue knew what she was about to say, and fixed her with an unquestionable, determined gaze: 'Do exactly as I say now—make those people all scatter!'

The netizens in the live‑stream chat fell into chaos; some recognized the place and began urging in the chat.

【Are there any on‑scene viewers besides the inquirer? Run, quick!】

【Quickly tell everyone to evacuate fast—something's about to happen!】

At the same moment, the police watching the live stream were stunned; the screen displayed special text: '【Hello host, I am the police—spreading false rumors entails legal liability! Are you sure?】'

Privately, he actually already believed it seventy‑to‑eighty percent.

Ling Yue: 'I'm certain!'

At this point, Miaomiaomiaomiao could no longer hold steady; she knew how gifted the host was, and even without seeing the Cat Princess, just from that brief exchange she had received countless little secrets known only to her and the princess from this host thousands of miles away, and thus she was completely convinced.

At this moment, she regarded Ling Yue's words as divine edict.

Miaomiaomiaomiao couldn't bear to watch so many innocent people die needlessly!

She took a few quick steps, hadn't even spoken yet, when her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably; she pointed a finger at the oncoming traffic and shouted, 'Car car car!'

Her phone captured the scene fully in the frame; the shaking screen couldn't stop the netizens' frenzy, for that snail‑paced sedan matched the color, model, and brand Ling Yue had described down to the last detail.

Miaomiaomiaomiaomiao her brow jerked hard, she burst out shouting: "People on the crosswalk, run! There's a perverted lunatic going to hit people!"

A sudden shout rang out, startling everyone.

Miaomiaomiaomiaomiao continued without pause: "It's that gray‑blue Porsche driver; he wants to take revenge on society! Everyone run!"

The pedestrians on the crosswalk: "……"

Compared to the luxury car driver she mentioned, in their view, the girl shouting loudly was even more frightening.

Someone curled their lip: "These days, you really get all kinds of people!"

Some people looked at the car; among the waiting traffic, this constantly moving Porsche indeed seemed a bit off. Although no one thought it would take revenge on society, they found it suspicious, wondering if it wanted to run a red light—what if it hit them?

Many people unconsciously quickened their steps, wanting to leave.

Inside the Porsche, the driver who had been lying low, planning a surprise move, saw this scene, slammed the steering wheel hard, his crimson eyes full of ruthless killing intent; he chuckled twice and floored the accelerator.

Miaomiaomiaomiaomiao, including the viewers in the live stream, seeing this scene, countless netizens shocked covered their mouths; the timid even dared not look again.

Are these people idiots!

The advisor already warned them like this, why won't they believe!

Seeing the tragedy about to unfold before their eyes, some couldn't bear to close their eyes.

Ling Yue heard a cat's meow.

In an instant, she locked eyes with the cat princess; although they weren't even in the same place, the emotion exchanged through their gaze was undiminished.

In front of the camera, the Porsche shot forward at breakneck speed, so when the pedestrians noticed, their legs went weak from fright; many didn't even have time to react, standing frozen like clay‑and‑wood puppets.

"Dodge, run fast!"

Miaomiaomiaomiaomiao let out a hoarse, exhausted shout; only then did the stunned pedestrians seem like wind‑up robots, and in the chaotic turmoil, the crowd surged about like headless flies.

The Porsche driver laughed loudly, then his gaze, full of malice, swept over the crowd like a vicious poisonous snake, fixing on Miaomiaomiaomiaomiao not far away—it was her! She had ruined his plan!

In the midst of his racing thoughts, he devised a vicious scheme.

After hitting this crowd, he would then directly ram her to death—none of them would escape!

He suddenly heard a "meow".

Amid the worldwide shrieks, something neither big nor small just happened to drill into his ear—what the hell?!

The man, burning with rage, accelerated without hesitation, but saw a black lump hurtling toward him; he curled his lips in a vicious smile, paying it no heed.

At the same time, Ling Yue's eyes showed a hint of relief.

The cat is the cat princess.

It is the earth‑bound spirit of this place; though it looks weak, it actually possesses its own little power, especially after Ling Yue empowers it.

The man suddenly let go of the steering wheel; the car, speeding at two hundred miles per hour in everyone's eyes, suddenly swerved, miraculously avoiding the crowd.

The panicked mother shielding her daughter, the female college student knocked to the ground, the bright‑eyed office worker, the delivery guy with weak knees—all turned their heads in unison—

That frenzied car slammed into the small park's fountain; the suicidal impact left everyone gaping, followed immediately by an earth‑shaking roar that shot straight to the heavens.

People in the distant buildings heard it crystal clear; many jumped in fright, rushed to the windows, and what they saw left them speechless.

The valuable Porsche smashed into the granite; its front end crumpled like a deflated balloon, scattered parts littered the ground, and from the retracted front came an inhuman wail.

Miaomiaomiaomiaomiao summoned her courage, approached with her phone, and after seeing the situation clearly, she couldn't help but retch.

"He's not dead yet."

But it's worse than death—almost a fate worse than dying!

Li Heng was wedged tightly in the driver's seat, the deformed cabin crushed into a death cage; blood foam continually spilled from his mouth, his jaw gaping, yet he couldn't utter a single wail.

Because his back to chest was pierced straight through by a thick lever—that was the fountain sculpture he had knocked over—his shattered chest and lungs made him like a broken bellows, his eyeballs bulging like a dying frog's.

"Save… save me…" he gasped, having completely lost his earlier arrogance, emitting broken breaths.

Only then did he realize that before death, everyone is equal.

Blood poured out incessantly, dyeing the area red.

In the bullet comments, someone wrote: 【I'm a doctor; he can't be saved, and he will die a miserable, painful death!】

【Heavens, isn't this… just perfect!】

【If it weren't for this sudden accident, more than ten lively lives would have been lost! I don't know how many would be injured; people like him deserve to die easily—that's letting him off easy!】

【The upstairs poster is my colleague; his comment was fairly restrained. If I were to judge, this guy deserves it—that rod should have been driven straight through his spine and lungs, causing massive bleeding and suffocation—like spearing a fish in a river, piercing straight from top to bottom!】

【Given his current blood loss, he'll still have to cling to life for another half hour—how nice.】

【Holy shit holy shit holy shit! This accident really came at just the right moment!】

【Upstairs, do you really think this is an accident?】

【You mean…】

Seeing this bullet comment, Ling Yue pressed her lips, having been guessed.

From the start, Ling Yue had already made two preparations: one was to warn pedestrians to dodge—a symptomatic fix, since no one knew if the pervert would pick another target; the other was to solve the problem at its root, such as the society‑revenge‑seeking pervert driver.

So, she had early on communicated with the cat princess.

It is the earth‑bound spirit of this place, fully aware of the situation at the crossroads; thus, after Miaomiaomiaomiaomiao's warning came to nothing, the cat princess took action!

The result was everyone's delight.

The live‑stream audience surged rapidly, and related keywords shot straight to the top of Weibo's hot search list.

At that moment the live stream was still open; in the frame, viewers could see the police rushing in, discovering that this huge incident actually had only one casualty, leaving the officers astonished.

After reviewing the road surveillance, they further discovered that the injured party was the perpetrator!

A young officer whispered: "Karma! This is karma!"

Finally, after half an hour of resuscitation, the doctor said: the victim died from uncontrollable bleeding, suffering greatly before death.

In the live stream, the viewers who heard the doctor's verdict rejoiced, beating drums and gongs.

【Deserved! Karma!】

I'm going out right now to buy a whip, hang it up, I'm so happy!

Anyone with a conscience knows how disgusting the hit-and-run driver is, it's hateful!

Ling Yue's live-stream room also shot up to the hot searches because of this; she herself doesn't care, but the platform's person in charge is about to laugh their mouth off—this is all traffic and popularity!

Miaomiaomiaomiao, before hanging up the live stream, finally couldn't help but pleadingly look at Ling Yue: 'Host, could you let me see the princess again, just once?'

She said this, tears almost flowing, she gritted her teeth, and just when she thought she wouldn't get a reply, Ling Yue suddenly spoke: 'Look up, look at the sky.'

The sky was clear and blue, millions of miles without clouds, when suddenly a white, soft cloud appeared; its shape... Miaomiaomiaomiao suddenly covered her mouth in surprise, her round almond eyes flashing with tiny tears.

'Princess, that's my princess.'

The soft, white clouds in the sky had soft, pointed ears, slender limbs, and a cute round body; its shape was exactly that of a cat.

Miaomiaomiaomiao heard a cat's meow in her ears, tears streaming involuntarily; it was the princess saying goodbye to her.

Ling Yue slightly lowered her eyelids, looking at that cat cloud in the sky: 'Miaomiao saving life is merit; it has already been reincarnated.'

Countless netizens in the comment section burst into tears at her words.

Waa waa waa, I remember our family's Ballball; she watched me grow up, I said I'd stay with her for life, but when I grew up, Ballball had already left me.

The day our family's Cotton Candy passed away, I also saw a cat cloud; I told my parents: Cotton Candy has gone to heaven, returned to its Meowmeow star, living happily.

Why? Why? Why have I never seen a cat cloud!

I haven't seen one either, but I've seen a dog cloud, making me think of our family's Prosperity.

Sometimes I stare at the cat cloud in the sky, dazed, wondering if it's come back to see me; seeing a cat like it makes me wonder if this is its reincarnation, if it's come back to see me; and so, ever since then I haven't kept a cat.

Waa waa waa, I want to say, being moved by the scene is truly not false.

Hope everyone cherishes the cats, dogs, and any small pets before them (=￣ω￣=)

As someone who has small pets, Ling Yue also felt her heart soften upon seeing these words; she took a deep breath, calmed her emotions, and then signed off amid everyone's reluctant pleas.

Ling Yue waved her hand: 'Watch the livestream? What livestream? It's the New Year; everyone should be with family, and even if family isn't nearby, you should still live well!'

Mmm mmm mmm, see you tomorrow, host.

Ling Yue: 'See you tomorrow, cuties.'

She ended the livestream, stretched, as if telepathically attuned, when the door suddenly knocked and Jun Jun's voice came through: 'I've already made lunch.'

Ling Yue was surprised, opening the door to see a tall, slender young man wearing a small floral apron, a speck of white flour on his face; his handsomeness wasn't diminished at all, but rather became even more captivating.

Ling Yue couldn't describe this feeling—warm, earnest, as if an invisible hand had plucked her heartstrings.

She quickly lowered her gaze, composed herself, her fingertip brushing Jun Jun's cheek; seeing him freeze on the spot, Ling Yue burst out laughing with a 'pfft': 'I guess we're having dumplings today!'

Jun Jun widened his eyes in surprise: 'How did you know?'

Ling Yue: 'You have flour on your face, little flower-face!'

After saying that, she went downstairs with a thud-thud-thud, not seeing Jun Jun's gaze behind her; he accurately touched his cheek, a hint of smile in his eyes.

Ling Yue ate a steaming hot bowl of dumplings. For northerners, dumplings are a must-have for the New Year; one could say a year without dumplings is incomplete!

The next morning, Ling Yue went out shopping; Jing Shi is a big city, so even during the New Year, shops remain open, and anything missing at home can be bought right away.

Ling Yue hadn't even reached her destination when she first saw a stray dog—or perhaps it wasn't a stray?

It was a fat, sturdy Alaskan pig—no, an Alaskan dog—its black-and-white, messy, fluffy fur doubled its size, and it wore a collar with a long leash beside it.

The Alaskan dog's fur, though messy, was lustrous; its eyes were large and bright, showing it had received meticulous care.

It should be lying warm at home, but now it wanders the streets aimlessly, letting out soft whimpers.

Waa waa waa, Dad, Mom, where did you go? Pearl Pearl is so scared QAQ

Waa waa waa, I want to go home, Mom, Pearl Pearl won't run around anymore, Mom, take me home.

According to Ling Yue's careful observation, despite its large size, it walks close to the street edge, appearing very timid; even when passing a person, it keeps its tail tucked, completely harmless.

But it doesn't realize that its very presence is conspicuous.

Ling Yue sighed, listening to the puppy's intermittent whimpers; it must have gotten lost while playing with its family, she took a few steps, about to take the puppy away.

Indeed, the streets are unsafe; during the New Year, the dog-catching office staff might be off, but dog meat traders won't be, especially for such a large dog—she might turn her head and the dog could vanish.

Besides, the weather is so cold; freezing to death is quite possible.

Holy shit, what a big dog!

A step ahead of Ling Yue was a yellow-haired young man trembling from the cold, wearing a leather jacket in a hunched manner—what locals call a street loafer.

It wasn't that Ling Yue had fiery eyes; it's just that this guy's aura was too conspicuous—you could tell at a glance he wasn't an upstanding person.

He was startled by the big dog on the street, then reacted: 'Scared the hell out of me!'

After patting his chest, he realized that such a big dog was actually trembling from fear because of him—just a decorative pillow, useless— and immediately other thoughts arose.

The yellow-haired guy muttered: 'With such a big build, there must be a lot of meat on it.'

Ling Yue furrowed her brows; thanks to her excellent hearing, the yellow-haired guy's fragmented words drifted into her ears.

"Just my luck lately—I went to great trouble to steal a little money, not even enough for a meal; damn it, I'll sell you today and have a good New Year!"

The Alaskan dog hearing this: '!!!'

Humans are so scary!

Waa waa waa, Mom didn't lie to me; there are so many bad people out there QAQ

It panicked, tucking its tail and trying to run, but the leash had already been grabbed by the yellow-haired guy; he swaggered closer, yanking hard, the sturdy rope instantly going taut, and the dog let out a whimper.

Yellow-haired guy: 'Stinky dog, what are you running for? I'm not going to eat you!'

As he approached the dog, baring a vicious grin, he vented all his recent frustration onto the dog: 'I just... want to sell you for dog meat hot pot!'

The Alaskan dog's fur stood on end from fright, its eyes alternating between panic and unease: 'Mom, save me! I'm about to become dog meat hot pot!'

"Save the puppy!"