Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling Chapter 57 - 59: Hotel Aftermath

[I’m seriously gonna puke!]

[Already puked, thanks.]

[Already pissed myself, thanks.]

[Already shit myself, thanks.]

The bullet comnts started forming a strange pattern.

Su Nian glanced at the unlucky ghosts blocking the stairwell. They had broken arms or broken legs. The rubber ghost, however, was quietly trying to shrink back.

Its sixth sense was telling it that today was going to be a very, very bad day.

There was even an infant-like creature clinging to the wall.

Su Nian looked at these ghosts, her expression growing colder.

"You old bastard, you’re truly devoid of all humanity!"

[Strear, friendly reminder, you’re being way too nice to him!]

[Is no one worried about the strear?]

[Yeah, they look terrifying, and there are so many of them!]

[It’s Ghostly Worry. The ones who should be scared are the ghosts!]

"Devoid of humanity? These things should be thanking for what they’ve beco! If it weren’t for , would they be where they are today? Would they be this powerful?"

Listening to his self-righteous tone, her eyes turned even colder.

"These people were living perfectly fine lives. Just because you wanted to cultivate ghosts, you slaughtered the innocent. You old bastard, you really deserve to die!"

"Eheheh, you found out. These ugly, miserable, poor wretches... I was just helping them die a little sooner. Isn’t that a great deed?"

The old man cackled, revealing yellowed, blackened teeth, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction.

[Holy shit, listening to him makes want to kill soone!]

[So this old man is the one who turned them all into... this?]

[That old bastard!]

[I curse him to drop dead right now!]

The old man gently shook the bell in his hand again.

This ti, the ghosts instantly seed to receive a command and surged toward Su Nian in unison. The rubber ghost, now under control, could only charge forward timidly.

But Su Nian was calm and unhurried. She showed no sign of panic from beginning to end, her gaze fixed on the bell in the old man’s hand.

The old man, lost in admiration for his work, suddenly realized in the next second that the bell in his hand was gone.

[Hahahaha, imrsive bell-shaking!]

[LMAO, I wonder if the old man rembers that greasy, self-satisfied look he had just a mont ago.]

[This old man really is so vicious!]

"My copper bell!"

The old man panicked, shouting loudly.

He was in such a rush that he forgot himself and ran straight toward Su Nian.

Soon, his beard was once again in Su Nian’s grasp.

"You old fool!"

Grabbing him, Su Nian kicked him in the stomach, then slapped him several tis. His head was knocked to one side, and it looked like it would never straighten out again.

[Serves you right! You got what you deserved!]

Once he passed out, Su Nian sat cross-legged on the floor.

Her lips moved continuously, chanting a spell of purification and release, and one by one, the ghosts visibly faded away.

[The strear’s thods might be violent, but she’s truly kind-hearted.]

[When you really think about it, these ghosts are actually pretty pitiful.]

The old man would never have dread that the ghosts he used to commit evil would end up becoming a source of rit for Su Nian.

One after another, the souls dissipated, moving on to the places they were ant to go.

As for the old man, Su Nian personally broke his arms and legs.

Then she called the police. Professional matters should be left to the professionals.

The aftermath of the incident ended with the discovery of the lives he had taken, his execution, and the auction of all his property.

Su Nian knew that for what this old bastard had done, being repeatedly ground into at paste and suffering the tornt of having his tongue pulled out would be a daily occurrence for him in Hell.

In Hell, he would endure endless tornt, his soul eroding bit by bit until it dissipated completely. For soone like him, there would be no rebirth.