Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling-Chapter 33 - 35: Ghostly Mist

This statement left the netizens stunned. It was the first time Su Nian had ever admitted she was powerless.

Su Nian: "It’s not that he doesn’t know it’s a trap. He’s perfectly lucid. He knows he’s standing on a tall building, and he knows what will happen if he falls. But he’s the one who chose this."

"That ghostly shadow is indeed luring him, but the bigger problem... is him."

[Yeah, how can you stop someone who’s determined to die?]

[Host, can’t you just keep him in this state, so he can neither fall nor die?]

Once this comment appeared, the netizens split into two camps.

One side argued that a life was a life, no matter what. The other felt that since he was determined to die, what more could they expect Su Nian to do?

[Is the person above an idiot? Is this the only building in the world? Or is this the only way to die?]

[But you never know, what if he recovers in the end?]

But Zhang Yu was oblivious to the netizens’ passionate debate. He just kept slamming his head desperately.

Even with blood streaming down, Su Nian could see the black mist by his side gradually solidifying into a human shape. It leaned close to Zhang Yu’s ear, whispering something to him.

His actions grew more and more frantic, and the figure even revealed itself provocatively, as if trying to push Zhang Yu off.

[WTF, what did I just see?!]

[What is that ghostly thing doing?!]

[I just saw it talking to Zhang Yu! It must be the one bewitching him to jump.]

[Don’t tell me that ghostly thing is looking for a replacement!]

But Su Nian just frowned. ’A replacement?’

’Is that right? Or not?’

’Why do I feel like something’s not right...’

’And I have a feeling there’s something wrong with that phone, too.’

Seeing Su Nian seemingly unmoved, a portion of the audience was already triggered.

[That’s still a human life!]

[Can’t you just save him?]

[You money-grubbing piece of shit! Unfollowed and blocked!]

[Host, what are you doing?!]

[And you call yourself a host? You don’t have a shred of decency!]

Su Nian’s expression soured at these armchair critics.

"And you call yourself a person? If you don’t give me two million, I won’t save him!"

"Eh? No way, no way... Don’t tell me you’re really not willing to cough up two million to save a life..."

Su Nian slowly raised her eyes and shot a disdainful glance at the screen.

[For the sake of her beauty, I forgive her.]

[SOB SOB SOB, the Heavenly Venerate is so beautiful even when she’s rolling her eyes.]

[Licking my screen...]

The netizens who had just been criticizing Su Nian couldn’t withstand the attack of her beauty and quietly fell silent.

It was at this moment that the barrier Su Nian had set up began to gently shatter.

After Zhang Yu’s repeated impacts, cracks had already appeared in the barrier.

And Zhang Yu grew even more excited. The blood loss had made his face deathly pale, but his expression was one of pure joy.

"Rourou, Rourou!"

Su Nian’s expression darkened. "Zhang Yu, your mother is dead, your father is dead, and even Rourou is dead. Do you know why?"

[This dude’s all alone in the world!]

[All alone? Maybe he just wants to be reunited with his family.]

[I feel like something about this whole thing today is really strange.]

[What the hell happened to this dude to make him like this?!]

Zhang Yu froze, seemingly regaining a sliver of sanity, but his eyes were filled with unconcealable sorrow.

He fell silent and stopped in his tracks.

The wind on the rooftop blew harder and harder, threatening to sweep the thin, pale-faced boy away.

"Your father died saving you from a car crash. Your mother carried you out of a great fire, leaving herself behind. And at the edge of a cliff, Rourou fell while saving you..."

[This is kind of creepy to hear. Don’t tell me this Zhang Yu is a jinx to his family!]

[Zhang Yu, your family all died for you! They traded their lives for yours, you have to live on!]

[To be blunt, isn’t he basically a walking disaster?]

[Jinxes the heavens, jinxes the earth, jinxes his parents, and doesn’t even spare his girlfriend!]

[Host, this dude’s luck is too damn bad. He’s basically a jinx on his entire family!]

Su Nian: "It’s not that his fate is bad. It’s that his fate is *too* good!"

Zhang Yu, before her, seemed to have just emerged from a fog. He was lucid, but lost.

At that moment, the black figure approached him once more.

[That ghostly thing is up to no good again!]

[I can’t even... What the hell is this ghost doing?!]

[What does the host mean? Don’t tell me someone is intentionally scheming for Zhang Yu’s fate?]

The figure of the black mist had already solidified, floating beside Zhang Yu, about to bewitch him once more.

"Acting like I’m not even here?"

A trace of anger appeared on Su Nian’s face.

With a casual lift of her hand, she rapidly formed a seal in the air, and a golden light shot out.

"AH!"

A sharp cry rang out, and Zhang Yu also clutched his ears in pain.

The black mist was slammed to the ground, taking a long while to climb back up.

Its just-solidified form had started to fade again.

It seemed furious, but couldn’t find a target for its rage. It scanned its surroundings but found no one suspicious.

It once again turned its gaze to Zhang Yu, furiously intending to lean close to his ear and bewitch him.

But at that moment, Su Nian raised her hand again...

"AHH!!"

Its form grew thinner again...

This time, it roared in anger twice but again found nothing. There was only the dazed and foolish-looking Zhang Yu, lying on the ground, letting the blood from his forehead flow freely.

"It’s you! It has to be you!"

It opened its mouth wide, revealing a mouth full of twisted fangs and an impossibly long tongue.

A pair of eyeless sockets widened in fury, exposing its terrifying nature.

[Holy crap, seeing this in the middle of the night is scaring me to death.]

[I literally almost peed my pants...]

[Gotta say, this dude’s got some hidden strength. He’s awesome.]

[Four corners of the city, who’s your daddy? General Zhang!]

The praised Zhang Yu slowly looked up, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I didn’t mean to kill them!"

"I didn’t want any of them to die! I’d rather it was me who died!"

The ghost mist was enraged. It roared as it spoke, its voice cracking with fury.

"It was you, it was you! You’re the one who should be dead! Go to hell and atone for your sins!"

And Su Nian chose to raise her hand again...

[I know I shouldn’t, but I really want to laugh!]

[How did this go from horror to straight-up comedy?]

[This ghost is hilarious, and so persistent. It’s almost transparent, but it still won’t leave Zhang Yu alone.]

"AHHH!!!"

This time, the ghost mist’s cry was much quieter. It had grown very weak, but its temper was even worse.

"You son of a bitch! You’re pretending to be some punk, but you’re actually a damn Daoist, aren’t you!"

"Your whole family was killed because of you, what right do you have to be alive! Weren’t you just trying to die? Now you’ve changed your mind? How can you be so selfish!"

These words of twisted logic from the ghost mist’s mouth once again sent the netizens into a frenzy of typing.

No one noticed that from within the shattered screen of the phone, several fingers were now stretching out, as if something was about to climb out.