At those words, Liu Yuheng froze, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground. The dagger clenched tightly in his palm tumbled away with a clatter.
The production team was dumbfounded, as were the fans in the livestream and Fu Haidong, whose life had just been threatened.
[???? Is Jian Ran this badass now? He scared someone to death with two sentences?]
[Is he dead or not? Hurry up and check his breathing! He's not going to pin this on someone just for being nearby, is he? He was the one threatening a guest's life with a prohibited weapon!]
[Can they really air this?! I feel like the production team is right on the edge of getting censored?!]
[Does the production team have connections up top? How has this not been banned?!]
As everyone's imaginations ran wild and the discussion raged, Wang Pangzi belatedly cleared his throat. "That was just a joke, a little interlude."
"Don't take it seriously!"
"Fu Donghai, isn't that right?"
The fortune-teller, who had kept his hand over his major artery the whole time, came to his senses and gave the camera a stiff smile. "Director Wang's right. We were just messing around."
Liu Yuheng regained consciousness then, his head still swimming. "What's going on? Why are you all standing around me? What just happened?"
Still shaken, Fu Donghai glared at him. "What happened?! You fucking grabbed a knife and practiced on me..."
"Don't joke around like that again!"
In the end, Fu Haidong reined in his reproaches. Liu Yuheng was utterly confused, but when he caught sight of the dagger beside him, he roughly guessed what had happened and hurriedly put it away.
"Sorry, sorry. I held everyone up. I apologize." He climbed off the ground, his expression sincere.
Fu Donghai's expression softened.