Just one day later, the video's popularity surged to new heights, even landing a spot on the trending headlines.
Million-follower beauty influencer Tang Niu also addressed Xu Lan and her mother's situation during her livestream that day. Sitting in front of the camera while applying foundation with a powder puff, she casually remarked,
"I just had a chat with that poor mother and daughter. Honestly, foreign countries are so much better—they respect vulnerable groups, support women, and are safer..."
As soon as Tang Niu finished speaking, the chat exploded with comments echoing her sentiment:
"Wow, Tang Niu looks stunning as always!"
"If only I could be reborn abroad. No chance in this lifetime."
"Tang Niu, please help them! That girl is so pitiful, beaten up like that."
"Tang Niu, you look like a fairy today!"
Seeing the flood of compliments, Tang Niu smirked, finishing her signature bold makeup look before pursing her bright red lips and declaring, "Of course I’ll help that mother and daughter. Men like that are just disgusting..."
She then made her trademark exaggerated eye-roll, instantly prompting another wave of "6666" spam in the chat.
However, a few dissenting voices soon appeared:
"I just saw another angle of the video. That mother and daughter don’t seem like good people either."
"Yeah, I saw it too. They were hurling some nasty insults."
Tang Niu noticed these comments and quickly searched for the alternative footage. After watching, she scoffed dismissively, "Women are inherently vulnerable. They were just protecting themselves."
Her statement immediately garnered support:
"Exactly! If you don’t strike first, others will walk all over you!"
"I don’t think the mother and daughter did anything wrong. Those injuries couldn’t possibly be self-inflicted!"
"Why wait to get hurt before fighting back? Proactive self-defense is totally valid, sis!"
Tang Niu continued nonchalantly, "Don’t overthink it. There’s no way this story will flip. If it does, I’ll quit the internet for good."
Her bold declaration only fueled the fire, pushing the incident’s popularity even higher.
Under her and other beauty influencers’ lead, self-proclaimed "justice warriors" launched a crusade, digging up information on Ye Shuang and his group.
But soon, many began noticing inconsistencies.
Then, someone uncovered a bombshell: the mother and daughter were relatives of the amusement park murderer from a while back!
The amusement park case hadn’t initially gained nationwide attention—until footage of An Shiyu, dressed in a Pikachu mascot suit, executing a flawless judo throw went viral.
Learning that the tearful mother and daughter were the killer’s family instantly cast the situation in a new light.
"Wait, didn’t the woman claim her brother was framed and imprisoned?"
"Does wielding a knife and attacking people look like someone who was wronged? She kept slashing even after being restrained!"
"Hold up, doesn’t that bystander look like the guy from the mother-daughter’s video?"
"Damn, you’re right. Same handsome face."
As skepticism grew, more footage from different angles surfaced, including Ye Shuang’s explanation to his students. The videos clearly showed Xu Lan threatening others first and instigating the fight—completely contradicting her claim of being "unprovoked."
The mother and daughter were far from innocent!
"Unbelievable. These people are straight-up scammers! What kind of morals is this?"
"66666, I’m speechless. I lost sleep over this, sharing their story everywhere, only to realize they’re the real villains?"
"Son stabs people, then the family extorts money from the victims? This is next-level audacity."
"How dare they play the victim while acting like aggressive thugs?"
"Fck, I even donated 50 bucks to them! Threw it straight into the gutter!"
"Told you to let the dust settle first. How many times have we seen stories flip this year? Remember that ‘poverty-stricken’ kid who blew cash on games but ‘couldn’t afford Coke’?"
Overnight, the internet erupted, with public opinion swinging overwhelmingly against Xu Lan.
Meanwhile, Xu Lan herself was still gleefully collecting red envelopes in group chats, grinning ear-to-ear while sending tearful voice messages: "Thank you, kind strangers! I’ll repay you someday!"
"Mom, this is insane! We made 100,000 in a single day!" Xu Lan had initially only wanted to rally netizens against Ye Shuang but never expected it to be so profitable.
"Hurry up and open a new group! This one’s full!" Her mother lay on the bed, counting the money with dollar signs in her eyes. "At this rate, we’ll be in a villa by next month!"
Xu Lan puffed up proudly. "See? I told you the internet’s where the money’s at. You wanted me to work in a factory twisting screws!"
"Fine, fine, I believe you now! Transfer the money to me—I’ll show it off in the group!"
Just as Xu Lan was about to send the cash, she noticed hundreds of new messages flooding in, all @-ing her.
"More red envelopes?" she mused, opening the chat—only to find a barrage of curses. Stunned, she kicked a few users out.
But the hate kept pouring in, even from people who’d donated earlier. Overnight, they’d turned against her.
Panicking, Xu Lan sent a voice message, whimpering, "Why is everyone suddenly mad at me?"
The response? Hundreds of voice clips cursing her out in every regional dialect imaginable.
"What’s happening?!" Xu Lan gaped at the screen, only for her mother to hurl a slipper at her head, snarling,
"Stop daydreaming and transfer the damn money! Trying to pocket it for yourself?!"
"Mom, the netizens figured us out..."
"So what? Just block them!"
"I can’t keep up!" The messages skyrocketed into the thousands, an endless sea of vitriol.
Frantically, Xu Lan called her influencer friend.
"Hey, babe, why is everyone suddenly attacking me?"
"Ugh, what did you expect? If you’re gonna spin lies, at least make them believable! Now you’ve been exposed down to your last thread—and you dragged me into it! You’re on your own!"
"But—" The call ended before Xu Lan could finish.
When she tried calling back, she realized she’d been blocked.
Then, a knock came at the door.
"Police. Open up."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
