Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling-Chapter 113 - 114: Bloody Disaster

"After that, when it was quiet and no one was around, I would sometimes hear its mournful, low growl. At first, it was only at night. Later, I could hear it day or night."

Mr. Huang’s voice was low, but Su Nian could already see what was happening.

"There’s a darkness between your brows, and your eyebrows have suddenly started to separate slightly. You’re headed for a bloody calamity!"

"But I suppose this is retribution. All things have a spirit."

However, some people in the chat had a different opinion.

[A bloody calamity!?]

[Is it because he hit that little dog?]

[But for someone just learning to drive, panicking and making a mistake isn’t intentional. I don’t really get it.]

Su Nian shook her head, taking the rare step of explaining things to the viewers.

"But he should have taken responsibility. All things have a spirit. Since he chose to be irresponsible, it’s only natural that the little dog would choose to seek revenge."

Mr. Huang’s expression soured when he heard Su Nian’s words.

"But it wasn’t on purpose! And I didn’t break any laws!"

Su Nian let out a cold laugh. "You’re right, you didn’t break the law. You probably don’t even think you did anything wrong. So why did you come to my stream? Is it because the puppy came looking for you, and now you have a guilty conscience?"

"You must regret it now, don’t you? If you had just taken the dog to the vet back then, you wouldn’t be in this situation. Or do I need to be more blunt?"

"You charge one hundred and twenty yuan for a single tutoring session, and your base salary is quite high. You can casually buy a piece of clothing for eight or nine hundred yuan, yet you weren’t willing to take a puppy to the vet. And you bought those clothes right after you hit the dog, didn’t you!"

"How can that be the same!"

Mr. Huang grew frantic, roaring with anger.

[Tch, and here I thought he was actually broke!]

[So he had the money, he just wasn’t willing to spend it on the puppy!]

[No wonder the puppy came for him!]

ARF ARF...

The sharp barking of a puppy rang out. Paired with what Mr. Huang had just said, everyone now knew that the dog had returned.

"It’s just a dog. You think a grown man like me can’t handle it? I could run it over when it was alive, and it sure as hell can’t get me now that it’s dead!"

A smile played on Su Nian’s lips, her eyes filled with utter disdain.

"Then what are you so afraid of? Why did you rush to switch driving schools?"

After speaking, she picked up a peach from beside her and took another bite, its fresh, sweet fragrance lingering on her tongue.

It even had a refreshing, stimulating effect on her.

Eating such a delicious peach put Su Nian in a very pleasant mood, but encountering a person like this had soured it somewhat.

For a moment, no one spoke. An awkward atmosphere filled the air.

Seeing that Su Nian wasn’t answering him, Mr. Huang seemed to grow even more furious.

WHIMPER~

But the sound of a puppy’s whimper, seemingly very close, made Mr. Huang cautiously glance around, his eyes falling on the fluttering curtains.

His mental defenses were beginning to crumble. Just then, a bark sounded out, clear as day, from right beside his feet. His voice trembled violently. "I was wrong! I know I was wrong!"

In the end, it was a guilty conscience. His earlier bravado was just a front. Now that he realized something was truly wrong, he began to panic.

He warily scanned his familiar surroundings, then said after a long moment of thought, "I know I was wrong. I’m willing to compensate it. I’ll give you five thousand! Can you just make it go away?"

’He thought Su Nian would agree immediately. After all, wasn’t she doing these streams for money?’

However, to his surprise, Su Nian slowly shook her head, a hint of contempt in her eyes. "You killed it, and only now that it’s dead do you think to compensate it?"

Mr. Huang was utterly shocked. How could she not even let him compensate the dog? He felt he was already being magnanimous by even making the offer.

And Su Nian had actually refused him!

He tried to compose himself. After a long pause, he took a different tack. "But I don’t think my crime warrants death! It was just a dog, after all!"

Su Nian certainly didn’t sympathize with his plight, but he had a point. His crime didn’t warrant death.

Unfortunately, this particular dog’s resentment was incredibly strong, and the dark energy clinging to him was dense. The dog genuinely wanted him dead.

Su Nian closed her eyes. After a good while, she finally said, "There is a way. Do more good deeds to offset your karmic debt."

Mr. Huang’s heart plummeted into the abyss.

’Do more good deeds?’

It sounded so esoteric. What could doing a few good deeds possibly change? He shot a resentful glare at Su Nian.

He bit his lip, almost hard enough to draw blood.

"I’m willing to gift you ten Carnivals, as long as you help me! As long as you make it stop affecting me!"

This was the compromise he had come up with, and it was his last resort.

Su Nian’s attitude remained cold and detached, now offering only a sliver of compassion. "I advise you to do good deeds and accumulate merit."

Mr. Huang pursed his dry lips. Understanding that Su Nian was refusing him, he could only ask with a sliver of hope, "If I do that, it will stop haunting me?"

Su Nian nodded lightly and added another instruction, "I suggest you start by donating some money to a few stray dog shelters."

Mr. Huang nodded in a daze, then ended his stream.

But as Su Nian looked at his face, she made a quick calculation on her fingers.

He was, in the end, too cheap. He would procrastinate on this good deed for a long time.

But by then, it would be too late.

After logging off the stream, Mr. Huang was still seething.

"Dammit, what kind of bullshit stream was that? It’s all fake! She couldn’t help me at all!"

And just then, in the dead silence, he once again heard its mournful, low growl.

Although fear gripped his heart, the thought of Su Nian’s advice to just do good deeds gave him a small measure of comfort.

’It’s just a dog!’

So he thought, but the strange occurrences became more and more obvious. At first, it was only at night. Later, he could hear the dog’s barking day and night.

Mr. Huang had long since switched driving schools and had even gotten his license.

Today was his first day driving. He had bought a beautiful, brand-new black car. He was planning to go to a stray dog shelter; he had loaded two large boxes full of canned food into the trunk.

Except, the canned food was expired.

’They’re just dogs. What would they know!’

He was inwardly pleased with his own cleverness, but he failed to notice a car heading straight for him.

He slammed on the gas, trying to swerve, but suddenly felt a heart-stopping pain in his right ankle.

In that instant, he lost control of the car. It careened straight into a large tree on the side of the road.

Waking in a daze, Mr. Huang looked at his ankle. There, clearly imprinted on his skin, were two rows of dog teeth marks.

He was terrified, utterly horrified and aghast.

It was then that a sharp smell of gasoline hit his nose.

A wave of heat washed over his body, followed by a suffocating pain. Then, gradually, the pain faded away.

A burning heat, along with fragments of the car, pierced his body.

[According to reports, a car accident occurred on the city’s South Ring Road today. Due to a gasoline leak, a fire broke out on-site. Unfortunately, the owner of the black car passed away at the scene.]