Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling Chapter 115 - 116

Su Nian fell silent for a mont, lost in thought.

Her house had no Dark Aura, so there were definitely no ghosts.

But seeing how nervous and frightened the girl was, Su Nian said slowly, "You should first check your surveillance footage to see what it captured."

[Rember that ti soone took a picture and saw a dead person hanging behind them?]

[Yeah, yeah, that scared to death!]

[No way, is this one going to be like that too?]

[So scary! The host is a badass, but I’m still terrified!]

Su Nian glanced at the comnts, her eyes flickering thoughtfully.

She had already confird there were no traces of any ghosts in the room.

But as for the specific cause, Su Nian wasn’t entirely sure yet.

She spoke into her microphone, "Go ahead and open the surveillance video."

The audience braced themselves. The tense, thrilling mont was about to arrive.

The girl blinked, her heart pounding. All sorts of terrifying ghosts, each with a different and dreadful appearance, flashed through her mind.

She cautiously clicked open the video.

The video feed was grayscale, so different from the colorful world of everyday life.

Before she could watch for more than a mont, a white figure suddenly flashed across the screen.

It was incredibly fast, zipping past with a WHOOSH.

The girl even imagined she could hear terrifying, ghostly wails right by her ears.

She squeezed her eyes shut, tears of fear welling up instinctively, and sobbed into her microphone, "Host, there’s a ghost! I’m begging you, please just get rid of it for !!"

"I really don’t want to see a ghost!"

Su Nian looked at the sobbing girl, then carefully compared it with the figure that had flashed across the video.

A guess had already ford in her mind.

[That’s the ghost?]

[There really is a ghost! But why is it bothering her while she’s trying to lose weight?]

[Didn’t we have soone with hair-loss anxiety before? Don’t tell this ghost has weight anxiety?]

"There’s a ghost, Host!"

The girl was horrified. Breaking out in a cold sweat, she glanced around nervously. "What do I do, Host?! Help , Host!"

Su Nian coughed lightly. "There are no ghosts in your house."

"No ghosts?" The girl was confused.

Even the chat was filled with confusion.

[No ghosts? Then what’s going on?]

[I don’t get it either. All this stuff sounds really abnormal!]

[And didn’t a white figure just flash across the screen? You couldn’t see its face, but it was definitely creepy. How can there be no ghost?]

The girl was stumped too, but she trusted Su Nian.

After all, she had watched so many of Su Nian’s streams. She knew Su Nian was a woman of her word; if she said there were no ghosts, then there really weren’t any.

But then why were so many strange things happening in her house and to her?

Suddenly, a possibility occurred to the girl. Her face went pale. "Host, don’t tell there’s so kind of spirit monster in my house!"

"No way! I an, I’m more scared of ghosts, but I can’t handle spirit monsters either!"

Su Nian couldn’t help but marvel at the girl’s wild imagination, but she offered a simple explanation.

"It’s not a spirit monster. You can open the surveillance video and watch it again."

The girl’s slightly round face fell, her expression pained.

"Host, there’s sothing weird in that video. I’m too scared to watch it. I’m afraid it’s going to climb out of the screen."

For a mont, Su Nian felt like she couldn’t even take another bite of the peach in her hand.

’She knew the girl had a vivid imagination, but this was a bit much!’