Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 159 - 132: Master of Metaphysics

Just when she was only one meter away from Song Hongyi, and could easily take his life by raising her arm.

Her body suddenly couldn’t move.

Turning her neck to look at her arm, she found a black iron chain tied there at some unknown time.

Not only her arm, but her waist, legs, and even her neck were all bound.

As soon as she tried to take another step forward, the chain would instinctively tighten, choking her breath away.

Her neck twisted 180 degrees backwards, seeing those chains coming from the void behind her. Besides anger, her blood-red pupils now held more fear.

As a ghost, she could feel the chains were full of power restraining her. She could also sense the terrifying aura emanating from the void.

Turning her head back, she saw Song Hongyi, no longer afraid as he had been, but instead patting his chest as if relieved.

She knew those chains must be related to him.

"You..."

Duan Jia wanted to say that even after death he wouldn’t let her go.

But she couldn’t even speak.

Any attempt to open her mouth was met with the chain around her neck tightening quietly, making her unable to breathe.

The most terrifying thing was that she could feel her body being dragged by the chains, slowly moving closer to that void.

"Ugh ahhh..."

Song Hongyi calmed himself and stood up, looking at her face with a cold sneer.

"Luckily, I was prepared!"

"Now you can wait to be trapped under that deep well forever!"

As his words fell, the hand Duan Jia raised finally disappeared completely. The room returned to the peace it had at the beginning.

At this moment, Song Hongyi repeatedly sighed in his heart that he was a master at predicting outcomes, having prepared such a move in advance.

But he couldn’t smile for long before the police came looking for him.

Opening the door, the police showed their badges, "Song Hongyi, you are now suspected to be involved in an arson murder case. Please cooperate with us and come back to the station."

Song Hongyi: "..."

With handcuffs on his hands, he was led out of the villa door, with countless flashlights aimed at him, making it impossible to open his eyes.

The number of reporters waiting at the door was his dream come true, but the reason for their presence was not as he had planned.

...

At the same time, a man looking at the female ghost and the less than three-year-old female infant beside her, smiled in satisfaction.

"Very good... Their age and Ghost Energy are sufficient."

If Song Hongyi was standing here, he would find that this was the metaphysics master he paid ten thousand to in order to solve his ’trouble.’

The person beside him stepped forward respectfully and said, "Master, the Array is ready."

All that was left was to have the mother and son ghosts enter it, as they had done before.

The man nodded.

Slightly moving his fingers, the souls of Duan Jia and her child became completely uncontrolled, moving towards the center of the Array.

With bright red runes and vibrant yellow talisman paper interwoven in her eyes, she felt waves of fear.

The man’s comforting words beside her brought no relief.

In fact, his gentle voice only made her feel more terrified.

"Don’t be afraid, it only takes a little time before you and your child can be together forever."

Seconds later, the light indicating the Array’s activation glowed.

Duan Jia felt heart-piercing pain, as if experiencing the agony of being burned to death once more, with two simultaneous screams sounding out.

"Ah!!!"

"Very good..." The man’s eyes gleamed, "After it’s over, send them to that orphanage."

"Meanwhile, have the director send me back the ones already raised."

...

To the dismay of netizens, Song Hongyi disconnected the call just like that.

At least in the last fortune they saw that scum kneeling and begging for mercy. A wife-killing scum like him should see his comeuppance firsthand.

[I think this event taught me a deep lesson: never trust online public opinion again. I donated hundreds of yuan to Song Hongyi, leaving me only enough for instant noodles for the rest of the month, only to find out it was all his scheme!]

[Doesn’t this show that some fundraising platforms lack strict vetting?]

[You can’t say that, though. If even the police couldn’t find out about it, how could they know in advance?]

[What about the compensation Song Hongyi got from the developer? He had so much money under his name and the platform didn’t have regular check-ups?]

[Forget it, there’s probably something we’re not aware of happening behind the scenes.]

[Either way, I’m certainly not donating anymore in the future.]

Mu Yunchu noticed the platform Song Hongyi was using, it was the one she normally used.

Though the platform did have oversights, it wasn’t as bad as the netizens made it out to be.

Thinking that their donations would also be helpful to her merit, Mu Yunchu explained, "The developer’s compensation to Song Hongyi was conducted privately, so the platform didn’t have time to follow up yet."

She remembered seeing a previous aid project and turned the subject, "But people do need to distinguish before donating."

Mu Yunchu intended to kindly remind everyone and hope they wouldn’t lose faith in doing good because of one person.

Unexpectedly, the platform misunderstood her, thinking she was causing trouble, and later targeted her publicly.

But that was a matter for the future.

At the moment, Mu Yunchu told the netizens that scum Song Hongyi would spend the rest of his life in prison, then she posted today’s third fortune.

Despite only calculating for two people, it took her several hours.

Even for her, sitting here so long made her somewhat sore.

Watching the sun move towards the west, Mu Yunchu couldn’t help but stretch.

At that moment, the third fated person was drawn.

[Come on, today I’ll see if the third fortune will reveal another scum.]

[I declare, I won’t trust any male fated person today!]

Yet soon after making such a determined statement, upon seeing the man appearing on the screen, they quickly changed their tune.

[I declare, today I’ll trust just this one male fated person!]

The reason for her sudden backtrack was that the third fated person had a very handsome appearance and looked a bit like a ’little milk dog.’

[? You sure changed your tune quickly!]

[That’s not important, I just want to ask, handsome guy, do you have a boyfr... ah no, a girlfriend?]

[???]

While they heatedly discussed, Mu Yunchu was seriously looking at the man on the screen, curiously muttering, "Huh?"

The netizens were immediately frightened.

[It’s over, it’s over, could he be another scum?]

Why is this fated person...?