Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling-Chapter 36 - 38: The So-Called Young Lady of a Noble Family

Chapter 36: Chapter 38: The So-Called Young Lady of a Noble Family

"You’re really testing my patience, aren’t you!"

It only took one sentence for the supernatural livestream to turn into a comedy.

The ghost had the stream’s viewers screaming in terror, flooding the screen with comments like "AHHHH" and "HELP!"

Until Su Nian’s bizarre line appeared.

"Your cheeks not red enough, little bro? Here, let your big sister help."

Then Su Nian flashed a devastatingly beautiful smile at the camera.

Amid a screen full of "HOLY SHIT," she pinned Zhang Yu down by his horrifyingly red neck with her bare hands and immediately unleashed a savage beating, truly accomplishing the grand feat of kicking his head around like a soccer ball.

The corners of her mouth, once quirked up, were now stretched into a wide grin.

Su Nian bared eight perfectly aligned teeth in a picture-perfect smile, but to Zhang Yu, it was more terrifying than any demon or monster.

"Look at me, you little shit!"

The moment she spoke, Su Nian effortlessly grabbed its head and, with a surge of force, began to kick and stomp it!

In just two short minutes, a brand-new "pancake" was fresh from the oven: his face, bright red and swollen, complete with five little dots.

The viewers were stunned. Hiding in the shadows, the wealthy Wang An was stunned, too.

"Thanks for the support, folks. Tap that little red heart and give me a follow to see more exciting ghost-beating streams..."

[Yiyi gifted a Magic Castle.]

[Yaoyao Wants a Jungler gifted a Carnival.]

[Huandu gifted ten Watermelon Juices.]

Gifts of all kinds flooded in, overwhelming the screen.

Just then, a wispy ghost mist drifted over.

Su Nian, still wearing that familiar smile, raised her slender, pale hand and brought it down in a single slap.

The ghost mist was stunned. ’Why does that slap feel so familiar?’

But before it could even question or struggle, Su Nian had beaten it into a thin wisp of black smoke, like car exhaust.

"In your next life, try being a simple animal. That way, you won’t have to run into me..."

The screen filled with a flood of "666."

[The Heavenly Venerate is such a badass!]

[So powerful and cool! Master Bailian, please, please go out with me!]

[Isn’t this supposed to be a horror stream? Why does it feel so surreal?]

[Beating up ghosts with her bare hands... family, who else gets it? I’m so into this.]

As Su Nian exorcised the last wisp of "car exhaust," all dissent in the comments vanished.

Meanwhile, the phone ghost that had been lying in ambush finally crept up beside Wang An.

An icy, deathly pale hand grabbed him and lifted him into the air.

Its MO was to deceive people through their phones, after which the ghost mist would lure the target to suicide.

It never expected to hit a brick wall today. It had intentionally lured Su Nian here to get rid of her.

But now, it wasn’t even sure if it would live to see the moon tomorrow.

Holding the pale, pudgy middle-aged man, the phone ghost suppressed its nervousness.

"If you want to save him, then let me go."

The demand was simple and direct. But Su Nian just flashed that familiar smile again and raised an unfamiliar fist.

"Everyone gets a moment to shine. Don’t think yours is gonna last forever!"

Su Nian threw a punch, but before it could even connect, the ghost had already retreated back into the phone.

’Forget it, forget it! I can take this humiliation!’

The phone ghost hid inside the screen, thankful for its quick escape.

If that punch had landed, its soul might have been obliterated on the spot.

But then, to its horror, a slender, pale hand reached right into the phone.

Phone Ghost: ’Thanks, I’ve already pissed myself...’

Like a game of cat and mouse, the phone ghost tried to hide, but Su Nian found it every single time.

[The streamer just stuck her hand into the phone, right?]

[Damn, I thought she was going to punch right through it. This really is a supernatural stream!]

[Seriously, for a second there I thought the streamer was a professional boxer.]

[A punch like that from the streamer would put me in a coma for years.]

Until Su Nian finally caught the phone ghost and performed the feat of snuffing it out with her bare hands.

The atmosphere grew even stranger.

Wang An looked at Su Nian and began to fear for his own safety.

Gone was his usual imposing demeanor, beer belly puffed out with pride. He lowered his head, the picture of humility.

"Master, I’m begging you, can you get me out of here?"

"One million! Is one million enough?!"

Then he got a good look at Su Nian’s face and froze...

’Isn’t that Su Nian of the Su Family? The model heiress of a prestigious family with a thousand-year history? The gentle, graceful lady who supposedly thinks of nothing but romance?’