Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling-Chapter 162 - 163: Dirty White Silk

’Looks like this trip is going to be a big payday.’

Su Nian didn’t hesitate for a second. She walked with a confident stride. Her assistant had already cleared everyone out of the Daoist Temple, leaving only one person and one ghost behind.

Under Su Nian’s commanding presence, a minivan quickly pulled up.

The van reeked of something unpleasant, the kind of smell that makes you carsick, but Su Nian couldn’t be bothered to complain.

After a bumpy ride, they finally arrived.

It was a village shrouded in dark energy.

Gazing at the dark energy coiling in the air, she sensed the barely concealed excitement of the ghostly presence. A smirk played on her lips.

’So they’re treating me as prey. Too bad. I’m never the prey. I’m the one who likes to be Daddy.’

The reporter’s eyes darted away evasively. He looked at Su Nian, his voice still stammering.

"Master, let me take you to my childhood friend’s house first."

’This village made a terrible mistake, and now a vengeful spirit is back for revenge. I don’t want to die,’ he thought. ’My ghost friend told me... if I don’t want to die, I have to find a substitute for it.’

’A substitute... finding one in a place like this is easier said than done. Everyone nearby knows something is wrong with this village. People have been dropping like flies for the past seven days.’

’Besides, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that something was off about this village.’

’Then his ghost friend gave him an idea: find someone who already knows the truth.’

’There was another reason he was always joined with his ghost friend. When the ghost possessed him, it could alter his features, making it hard for people to get a clear look at him.’

’Following his ghost friend’s method, he found Su Nian. At first, he planned on luring her in with a huge sum of money, but that idea vanished the moment he saw her.’

’Su Nian practically radiated wealth from head to toe.’

The man’s heart settled slightly. ’Good thing this Master isn’t very bright.’

’She just waltzed in here thinking she’s all that because she knows a few Mystic Techniques. Does she really think she’s so incredible?’

"Master, this way. Follow me."

The man walked cautiously ahead, leading the way for Su Nian, who followed right behind without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing how cooperative Su Nian was, the man was grinning from ear to ear.

A few minutes later, they arrived in front of an even more decrepit house. All the houses in this area were dilapidated, but this one was a complete wreck. Even the main roof beam looked wobbly, as if it could collapse at any moment.

"Tsk, you’re dirt poor!"

Su Nian’s disgusted tone made the man’s expression freeze. He was about to offer an explanation when her voice, now even more contemptuous, cut in.

"I knew you were poor, but I had no idea you were *this* poor. Your village has perfectly demonstrated what it means for poverty to be contagious."

Su Nian’s tone was casual, but her condescending attitude infuriated the man. He clenched his fists, unable to bear hearing her insult his hometown like this.

But Su Nian had already walked into the house on her own. ’As expected,’ she thought, ’steeped in sin.’

Seeing the air thick with the stench of ghostly resentment, Su Nian gave a faint, sardonic smile.

A vicious glint flashed in the man’s eyes, but his tone remained stammering—simple, honest, and even a little enthusiastic.

"Come take a look over here. This was my friend’s bedroom when he was alive."

Unfortunately, the first thing Su Nian saw was a length of white silk, hanging high in the air.

The white silk was filthy, covered in overlapping layers of bloody stains.

It looked as if quite a few people had hanged themselves with it.

"If you’ll... take a look... this is the bed... my frie...nd used to... sleep in."

The man’s voice was still halting, but a strange light glinted in his eyes.

Su Nian looked at the strip of white silk she would have to pass to get to the bed, and she started walking.

But a voice suddenly whispered.

"What’s this? Why don’t you lean in and get a closer look?"

The mournful voice seemed to whisper right in her ear. The ghost was trying to coax Su Nian into putting her head through the loop.

Su Nian acted as if she were mesmerized, slowly leaning closer. But a careful look would reveal her eyes were filled with nothing but disgust for the strip of white silk.

’It’s so damn dirty!’

Su Nian took a deep breath. She just couldn’t bring herself to do it.

She looked at the stuttering man, whose face was full of anticipation, his smile growing wider. Then she looked at the pale-faced ghost exuding a bizarre aura.

Su Nian decided to beat them both up.

Snapping her head back, Su Nian turned to the grinning, stuttering man.

And immediately kicked him.

"Damn it! You want to trick me into hanging myself with such a filthy piece of white silk? Didn’t you think to wash it first?!"