Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling Chapter 199 - 200: The Back

But when he recalled Su Nian’s clean, decisive movents, he hesitated.

’What kind of master could be so savage, ripping open one ghost’s mouth just to forcibly stuff another ghost’s head inside?’

[No matter how many tis I watch this, I’ll still give the Heavenly Venerate a standing ovation!]

[Anyone else feeling this? Right now, I just think she’s a total badass!]

[I thought the Heavenly Venerate was going to literally rip a ghost in half!]

[All I can say is, she has too many slick moves. I can barely keep up.]

"Master, will they be okay like this?"

Su Nian nodded, replying confidently, "It’s no problem. Once you pay, you can go."

"Ah? Okay, okay."

Faced with soone who could pry open a ghost’s mouth with her bare hands, Zhao Lei felt a mix of admiration and fear. He hastily scanned the QR code to pay and then fled the premises.

[You’re lucky you ran into our strear!]

[If the strear hadn’t helped him, he definitely would’ve been tornted to death by those ghosts!]

[That ghost was so vicious. Good thing our strear dealt with it!]

After he left, Su Nian placed a sheet of talisman paper on each of the two ghosts. She then began to slowly chant scriptures, performing the rites to send them to the underworld.

Free from the ghosts’ harassnt, his sleep finally returned to normal!

After Zhao Lei left, another man entered.

Seeing a new client had arrived, Su Nian quickly cleaned up the traces left by the old and young ghosts. She collected her thoughts, and as her gaze swept over the man’s body, her eyes instantly sharpened.

’Oho! This one’s even more impressive!’

’The last guy was just being followed by two ghosts. This one is carrying a female ghost in red right on his back.’

The female ghost’s withered body tightly entangled his limbs, and his Yintang was so dark it looked as if ink could drip from it.

’A pitch-black Yintang, dark clouds gathering overhead... a great disaster was clearly imminent. He didn’t have long to live!’

The man saw Su Nian staring at his back and subconsciously tried to scratch it, but to no avail.

"Strear, I’ve seen your livestreams. I know you’re a true master—very powerful, especially at exorcising ghosts. You also have the nickna ’Ghostly Worry.’"

Su Nian’s expression was impassive, and her words were anything but modest, spoken with complete self-assurance. "Yes. I’ve earned it."

[Our strear is talented in every way!]

[That’s right, especially when it cos to roasting people. Her skill level is maxed out!]

[Hahaha, but for the strear to get where she is today, it’s not just talent. She definitely put in the hard work. So when she says she’s earned it, I think she’s absolutely right.]

The man gave an awkward laugh, montarily at a loss for words.

But Su Nian showed no reaction; she was even scrolling through videos on her phone and had taken a bite of a peach.

’He seethed inwardly. ’If it weren’t for what happened... soone like her... I’d...’’

But before he could finish the thought, a sudden, sharp pain stabbed at his heart.

"Ah! It hurts so much!"

Su Nian paid him no mind, as if she hadn’t heard a thing. It was a long while before the man’s pain subsided and he could struggle back to his feet.

"Master, I’d like to ask... can you take care of this problem I have?"

"First, tell the whole story..."

The man had wanted to try and work his usual magic, but seeing the cold look in Su Nian’s eyes, he gritted his teeth and prepared to tell her everything.

Of course, he still knew enough to embellish his own role and conveniently omit the more serious details.

He took off his loose jacket, revealing a body that, while seeming normal at first, was actually bent over as if he were a hunchback.

His back was arched just like a shrimp.

He pounded his own back, his expression a mixture of frustration and fear.

"I don’t know when it started, but my once-straight back has beco bent like this..."

Su Nian glanced at the ferocious female ghost on his back, then shot the man a look of utter disdain.

’You idiot. It’s because there’s a ghost on your back!’