Chương 12: Master Lin is quite frightening now.

Chengjiang City, Fashion Hair Salon.

While the store was empty, the employees all started scrolling through their phones.

"Do you guys think that Master Lin online is real or fake? I find him a bit mysterious."

"How could it be fake? It's already in the news."

"It's 100% true. I was in the live stream when Feichi was doing it, and Master Lin even advised him against it."

"Are there really such amazing people in this world who can predict the future?"

"Sometimes you really can't deny this stuff. I remember when I was a kid, there was a child in our village who was haunted by a nightmare. No hospital could cure him. We found a shaman to perform a ritual and call out his name, and he got better in just a few days."

Zhang Jiaquan also came over to join in the fun.

"What are they all talking about? Why are even shamans out here?"

"Oh, Brother Zhang, that's Master Lin who's all the rage online right now."

The young man with dyed blond hair said, "Don't you know? They say everyone who paid attention to it is dead."

"Netizens now call him the King of Hell on Earth."

"Master Lin?"

For Zhang Jiaquan, shaking his hand is the place where he loses his chance; he doesn't usually do it much.

But I do have some recollection of the name Master Lin.

He took out his phone from his pocket and found Lin Yunwei, who had only recently started following him, among his more than 3, 000 followers.

"Is this Master Lin?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The blond man nodded.

Then, belatedly, it dawned on him: "Holy crap!!! Brother Zhang, you... you've been followed by Master Lin?"

"What? Brother Zhang has been followed by Master Lin?"

The others turned around and peered over.

"Holy crap!! It really is!"

"Brother Zhang, you... you might be finished."

"Click into the profile picture to see if it's a fake account."

Zhang Jiaquan wasn't very familiar with things happening online.

I don't understand what they mean at all.

"What are you all doing? Why are you all acting like you've seen a ghost?"

"Just who is this Master Lin? He's got you all so scared!"

As he spoke, he tapped on his profile picture.

He has 1. 53 million followers.

There are a total of six people on my follow list.

Zhang Jiaquan was among them.

"Holy crap!! It really is!"

The blond man looked at Zhang Jiaquan in terror: "Brother Zhang, you've been summoned by the King of Hell!"

"Is the King of Hell calling roll?"

Zhang Jiaquan frowned, then couldn't help but laugh, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

"I'm not making this up, everything I said is true."

The blond man then found the video of the accident involving Zhang Haijun and the others online.

Finally, he said, "These three people all died because Master Lin paid attention to them."

"You might be next."

Zhang Jiaquan rolled his eyes at him.

He cursed, "Get the hell out of here! What kind of nonsense are you spouting?"

He then took the phone from the other person's hand.

Watch the news carefully.

His expression changed from indifference at first to gradually becoming tense.

Finally, she looked at the other person and asked, "Is this... really true?"

"Is there really anyone that amazing?"

"Of course it's true, he's super popular online now."

The blond man said very seriously, "Because everyone who followed him has died, netizens now call him the King of Hell on Earth."

"Everyone whose name he called out was the same."

"These three people in the news are the best proof."

Zhang Jiaquan looked at the six people on his follow list.

He continued, "So, did those two people die too?"

"I don't know about these two..."

The blond man shook his head: "He probably just started following me."

"It probably won't be long before it stops working."

"Huh? Then... what should I do now?"

Zhang Jiaquan truly felt afraid.

The young man comforted him, saying, "But Brother Zhang, you don't need to be too scared."

"Although this Master Lin is known as the King of Hell on Earth, he is actually a good person."

"I left a message to warn Feichi and the others before they got into trouble."

"It's only because none of the three of them listened that it started to grumble."

"Look at the comments below the videos on your profile page; see what he said to you."

Zhang Jiaquan clicked into his personal homepage.

Then I clicked on each of his videos.

"What message? He didn't leave me a message."

Didn't I leave you a message?

The young man also checked it using his own phone.

They didn't see it: "Huh? That's strange, it doesn't seem like it."

"No messages mean Brother Zhang will be fine."

The long-haired man next to him chimed in.

Then he looked at Zhang Jiaquan and said, "Don't overthink it, Brother Zhang."

"Master Lin always leaves a message for people before he follows them. Only those who receive his message are likely to experience an accident."

"You didn't receive a message, which means everything is fine."

The blond man next to him retorted, "Then what about 'paying attention'?"

"Either he likes Brother Zhang's work, or he accidentally clicked the follow button."

"With so many hair styling bloggers online, why do I particularly like Brother Zhang's work?"

"That means you accidentally clicked the follow button."

The long-haired man said, "Sometimes when I'm scrolling through videos, I accidentally follow other people."

"Anyway, Brother Zhang didn't receive any messages, which means Brother Zhang is definitely fine."

Zhang Jiaquan also looked into the comments online.

The three people who died in the accident all received messages from Master Lin.

Furthermore, the cause of death was consistent with the advice given in the comments.

Since he didn't receive any messages and isn't in a high-risk industry, he'll naturally be fine.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn't help but complain, "You know what, this Master Lin is actually quite scary now."

"I bet the other two are pretty scared too."

...

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The trendy hair salon welcomed many customers.

"How is it? Is it the same as the one on your phone?"

Zhang Jiaquan took out his phone and patted the male customer's head repeatedly.

Then the final result is presented to the male customer.

"Okay, not bad."

The man did not look happy.

He originally just wanted a simple haircut.

But in the end, they said they were having a promotion and offering a discount on perms.

But he couldn't stand the other person's persistent pestering and felt that a little over a hundred yuan wasn't expensive, so he got it burned.

Although the final result was not bad, he really disliked the feeling of being forced to buy and sell.

"One hundred and eighty in total, right?"

The man scanned the QR code with a "ding".

Just as they were about to make the payment, Zhang Jiaquan stopped them in time.

"I think you've got the wrong guy, it's two thousand three hundred and forty dollars in total."

"But you only need to give me two thousand three hundred!"

The man was stunned after hearing this.

"How many?"

"Didn't you just say one hundred and eighty?"

Zhang Jiaquan smiled.

He spoke very kindly: "You may have misunderstood."

"What I said at the time was, one volume for 180 yuan."

"You have thirteen scrolls on your head in total."

He picked up the computer from the bar.

While calculating, he said, "Thirteen times one hundred and eighty, that's two thousand three hundred and forty pieces in total."

"Forty yuan is fine, and I didn't charge you for the haircut either. You just need to give me two thousand three hundred."

The man found it hard to accept and argued with her for a long time.

But he was powerless to do anything on his own.

In the end, all they could do was grumble and curse as they paid and left.