Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling Chapter 161 - 162: Scheming

Hearing Su Nian’s words, it looked up in shock, its darkened, transparent body swaying beside the man.

Though its features were a blur, its face was a mask of utter disbelief.

Su Nian saw it all clearly and understood in an instant.

"Befriending a ghost... How interesting!"

[What does she an?]

[Why did things suddenly fast-forward? Did I miss sothing? I can’t understand what the strear is saying at all now.]

[Whoa, I’m completely lost. What in the world is going on?]

Su Nian watched the man nonchalantly as beads of sweat ford on his forehead, and she smirked.

"Just what is it you’re really here for?"

From the start, Su Nian had noticed sothing was off about this man. His body seed normal, except for his palms, which were pitch-black.

The way he spoke was also strange. Sotis he’d stutter, and other tis he’d speak with perfect fluency. It was enough to make Su Nian suspicious. With a small trick, she was able to see the ghost beside him perfectly.

"I... I’d like to ask you... to co to my... village and take a look. Sothing really... strange and sinister has happened there!"

It was the sa familiar, stuttering tone, but now Su Nian was actually a little interested.

She gave a slight nod. Then, to the astonishnt of both the man and the ghost, she picked up her handbag, looking ready to leave at a mont’s notice.

[I don’t know, this feels sketchy. She didn’t even ask for all the details.]

[I agree, that guy is definitely hiding sothing. And based on what the strear said, there’s a ghost standing next to him?]

[This is so weird. Is the strear being an idiot?]

Su Nian frowned at the man, gesturing as if to ask why they weren’t leaving. As a privileged young lady used to getting her way, Su Nian had always been the very definition of arrogant and domineering.

Even after entering the world of Mystic Technique, she possessed zero sense of custor service. Seeing the man still standing there like an idiot, she rolled her eyes and snapped impatiently.

"Idiot. Get a car. Can we go now?"

"We can leave now?"

The man was still staring at Su Nian, dumbfounded, looking her up and down. In truth, he had doubted her professionalism from the mont he’d walked in the door.

’What kind of fortune teller or master of Mystic Technique wears designer brands from head to toe and sports fiery red lipstick?’

And now, Su Nian’s attitude—ordering him around so casually—left him completely stunned.

Su Nian’s patience had worn thin. Fortunately, the ghost spoke up. It seed to have a fair bit of power. No longer concealing its presence, a wave of frigid, sinister energy filled the room.

"Very well. We’ll leave at once."

Its tone was stiff, as if it had spent ti frozen in a morgue.

[What? I don’t think I saw anyone’s mouth move. Where did that voice co from?]

[It’s definitely the ghost. This is the Heavenly Venerate’s stream; you can’t really try to explain things with science, can you?]

[So there really is a ghost!]

Su Nian took the opportunity to get a good look at the ghost. Its body was covered in purple bruises, an appearance it had retained even in death. One could only imagine the suffering it must have endured in life.

’As for why they’re so insistent that I go to that village... I’ll just have to go there to find out.’

The man was definitely hiding sothing, but Su Nian couldn’t care less.

"Right. You have three minutes."

Su Nian’s tone was as arrogant as ever. She didn’t care how difficult her demand was for the pair; she simply stated it.

Elegantly slinging her limited-edition handbag over her shoulder, Su Nian strode out of the Daoist Temple. The modernly-dressed girl and the ancient, venerable temple...

...seed a contradiction, yet for a mont, they created a strangely harmonious scene.

This ti, there was a faint scent of blood in the air. As she stepped out of the Daoist Temple, Su Nian could feel a subtle shift in her own fortune.

’Soone—or so ghost—is plotting against !’