Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling-Chapter 158 - 159: My Friend Is a Ghost
The creature’s head was quite flat, but when it fully emerged from the wound, everyone was stunned.
A flat head covered in small, glossy scales.
[Is... is that a snake?]
[I’m gonna puke...]
[Does it have to be this disgusting? I can’t even.]
Su Nian saw her chance. As the snake’s head fully emerged, its body following right behind, her hand moved with swift precision. With a flash of cold light, Su Nian sliced off the snake’s head.
Eerily, the severed head fell to the floor and continued to flick its tongue.
She flicked a sheet of talisman paper, and the thing was essentially reduced to ash.
But the trickiest part was still the girl lying on the floor. She showed no signs of life, as if she were already completely dead.
Su Nian burned a sheet of talisman paper in a bowl. As the blackish-gray ash swirled, she added a little water.
Prying the girl’s chin open, she fed the mixture to her.
Just three minutes later, the girl woke up. She immediately tried to bolt, but Su Nian kicked the basin at her feet, indicating that she could vomit there.
The basin filled quickly, emitting a foul stench. Su Nian tossed three or four sheets of talisman paper into it, and in just three seconds, the filth within was burned completely clean.
Su Nian’s eyes scanned the girl’s body up and down. After confirming she was unharmed, she pulled out her QR code for payment.
"Alright, that’ll be 5,800."
The girl was still terrified by the wriggling worms in the basin, her heart filled with worry.
She anxiously scanned the code to pay, then asked cautiously, "Is it possible I haven’t thrown up everything? I actually still feel like I need to."
Su Nian looked at the girl’s sunken stomach and hollow face. She was now truly nothing but skin and bones, even more shockingly gaunt than a refugee from Africa.
"Go on home. For the first three days, avoid greasy foods. After that, you can return to your normal diet."
The girl was still hesitant, but Su Nian directed her to start cleaning up. Only after the place was restored to its spotless state did Su Nian let her leave.
[Host, your heart is really as cold as stone.]
[Host, you’re killing me! You really are Zhou Bapi!]
Those who had just been mocking Su Nian were not only routed by her fans, but had also been proven wrong by Su Nian herself yet again.
Seeing the girl—though her face was even more gaunt, she had a hint of life in her eyes and no longer looked like a corpse—the audience grew even more feverishly excited.
’This master is the real deal.’
When the next man walked in, he brought a wave of Dark Aura and cold with him.
He stood awkwardly to the side. Though he wore decent clothes and glasses, giving him a scholarly appearance, he projected an air of timidity and fear.
Su Nian pointed to a chair, gesturing for him to sit, and then properly examined the man with the evasive gaze.
"Your features are well-proportioned, but your forehead shows some depletion. Your family line is broken—you must be an orphan, with no adoptive parents. You’ve never been in a relationship, but your studies went well. You’re facing some obstacles in your career."
"Yes, Master. You’re right."
It took the man a long moment to force those words out. He adjusted his glasses.
He had a serious expression, but it seemed more like a perfunctory agreement. He showed no surprise at her words, unlike the people Su Nian had met before.
More importantly, Su Nian saw a pitch-black handprint, dark as ink, in the palm of his hand.
’Haunted by a Little Ghost?’
"You’re a journalist. What brings you here?"
[So weird. Don’t tell me he’s trying to get a big scoop!]
[Could be. All journalists care about these days is money. Maybe he really is here to interview the host.]
[He must be crazy for money.]
For a long while, the man remained silent, as if making one difficult decision after another in his mind. He finally looked up with the resolve of someone burning their bridges.
"I’m... here for a friend."
But as soon as the words left his mouth, he seemed to think of something. The man grew anxious again, his gaze darting away.
But Su Nian saw right through him.
"This friend of yours... is a ghost?"
