Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling-Chapter 163 - 164: Getting a Beating

The ghost, with its sinister smile, watched her smile back. She was beautiful, yes, but why did she seem several times more ferocious than it was? The ghost felt a little dazed.

It even forgot the words it was using to lure Su Nian into hanging herself. Its eyes, which had no whites, were so shocked that pupils seemed to appear. It said in disbelief, "How is this possible? My charming abilities are..."

"Are what?"

Su Nian’s smile didn’t falter at its shock. Seeing the ghost grow more and more terrified, the corners of Su Nian’s mouth curled up even further, revealing a perfect smile. Her perfectly straight teeth gleamed with a white light.

Then, she grabbed the ghost’s head and slammed it onto the white silk.

The Evil Ghost panicked. Its lips started twitching again as it tried to bewitch Su Nian once more.

The man at the side didn’t just stand by idly. He rushed forward, wanting to help his friend.

But with a single, casual slap from Su Nian, he was sent flying.

The Evil Ghost tried to take advantage of the moment to quickly bewitch Su Nian again, but it was no use. The moment it opened its mouth, Su Nian had already strung its entire head up on the white silk.

It wanted to say one more thing, hoping for a miracle.

It opened its mouth again, only to be met with a slap. The entire ghost was instantly left dangling and swaying from the white silk.

Even ghosts have a sense of pain, not to mention this feeling of wanting to die but being unable to—being strung up and feeling one’s head gradually separating from one’s body.

The Evil Ghost felt like its whole body had fallen apart, as if its head and body had been split in two. It couldn’t tell which part was which.

Su Nian had always been strong, and compared to the ghosts of this world, she was several tiers more powerful.

A beatdown?

For Su Nian, this was nothing.

And Su Nian was starting to get angry now. The term "beatdown" wasn’t just for show. Being hung by the head and getting thrashed—this Evil Ghost was probably the first to experience it.

What was even more deadly, Su Nian picked up a peach branch, dipped it in black dog’s blood, and started whipping the ghost with it, lash after lash.

"A ghost charming a human? A peach branch and black dog’s blood are a much better match, you know."

With almost every lash, the ghost nearly experienced what it felt like to die all over again.

[Hiss... Serves it right!]

[All I can say is, it got what it deserved!]

[Karma! Trying to harm the Heavenly Venerate? The Heavenly Venerate will teach you a lesson first!]

The Evil Ghost hung there, unable to move. It could only feel itself swaying by the neck each time Su Nian whipped it.

It felt its chin gradually detaching from its body, along with an indescribable, stinging pain from being stretched.

Su Nian had always been violent. Seeing the stuttering man groggily waking up, she roughly grabbed him by the hair.

She then tied the ghost’s legs into a knot and hung the stuttering man from them.

Thankfully, it was a rural wooden house with a high ceiling. Even with one person and one ghost hanging together, there was plenty of room.

Su Nian nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. This suits you two perfectly! Best friends, right? If you’re going to die, of course you have to die together."

The stuttering man, having just been hung up, was probably a bit stunned by her sudden, manic frenzy.

He stared blankly at Su Nian, his eyes rolling back helplessly in their sockets.

But Su Nian still wasn’t satisfied with the scene before her. She slowly rolled her wrists.

’A human punching bag plus an upgraded ghost punching bag. Very nice, very advanced.’

With a swift motion, a perfectly accurate slap landed on the stuttering man’s face.

Where there was a first, there was a second. Occasionally, feeling that she wasn’t getting enough of a lower-body workout, Su Nian would also stick out her foot for a back kick, front kick, or side kick.

The kicked ghost: Wants to die but can’t.

The slapped stuttering man: Wants to live but can’t.

[I can only say that the Heavenly Venerate’s methods for beating up ghosts are as peculiar as ever.]

[That looks so painful. Thank god I’m not the one who offended the Heavenly Venerate.]

[Hanging the ghost on the white silk, then tying its legs in a knot, then hanging the person from the ghost’s legs... I have to say, the Heavenly Venerate really knows how to have fun.]

[Below, a man. Above the man, a ghost.]

[Ghostly Worry truly lives up to the name!]