Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling Chapter 71 - 72: Cemetery

The card Red Hair was holding out fell to the floor.

"W-what did you say?"

"It’s just in the shop. We don’t have any servers!"

As the owner spoke, he began looking for change.

[Holy crap! Holy crap!]

[So it’s not Werewolf, and it’s not even Who’s the Spy?]

[So the server was the problem?]

They all felt their limbs go stiff, and their brains short-circuited.

’What the hell is going on!’

Rembering the server’s strange blush, their faces grew even paler.

Hei Mao was also terrified, but he still whispered a question.

"That’s not right. But soone just put out our bowls and chopsticks for us."

The shop owner’s expression turned grim, as if he’d rembered sothing terrifying.

Fear filled his face. He lowered his head, as if terrified of sothing, and began to make change much more quickly.

"Stop talking. We don’t have any servers here. Now hurry up and go!"

Su Nian, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.

"Go! Now!"

Seeing that Hei Mao was still trying to get to the bottom of it, Xiao Zhao stepped forward and grabbed him.

"Co on, let’s go! This isn’t the ti to be curious!"

But Hei Mao, ever the contrarian, took it as Xiao Zhao looking down on him and imdiately dug in his heels.

"I’m not leaving! What the hell kind of place is this?! I’m going to get a clear answer! And you, Xiao Zhao, did you set up this whole prank? I’m telling you, don’t take it too far!"

"Set this up my ass! Are you stupid?"

Xiao Zhao stared at his brain-dead teammate, absolutely fuming.

[Seriously, does this guy have a brain?!]

[I can’t believe useless teammates like this actually exist irl!]

[He’s so stupid, it hurts to watch.]

[He’s probably not stupid, just trying to show off in front of the goddess!]

Xiao Zhao’s head was starting to throb. He was desperate to leave, but he was shocked when even his goddess sided with Hei Mao, declaring righteously,

"I know you have a crush on , but you don’t need to put on such a la act to get my attention. You were on your phone the whole al; you must have been plotting this with the restaurant staff!"

"Either way, we’re not going anywhere until this is all cleared up!"

Xiao Zhao was beyond furious, but he was never good with argunts. His face turned beet red, but he couldn’t manage to get a single word out.

"Okay, okay, just go already! Don’t argue in my restaurant!"

Even the shop owner ca out to diate, handing the change to Red Hair.

[This shop owner is actually pretty nice!]

[Like hell he’s nice! Look at how he was acting just now. He definitely knows sothing’s up with this place and is just playing dumb!]

[And this Xiao Zhao guy... the strear already gave a warning, can’t they just hurry up and leave?!]

But Hei Mao was the type to argue with a brick wall. Coming from a rich family, he was used to getting his way.

He always acted without considering the consequences, so even when facing the seemingly innocent shop owner, he bellowed,

"Who the hell do you think you are, laying a hand on ?! Worthless trash!"

The shop owner’s face darkened.

[I can’t even... what kind of idiot is he?!]

[Giving him a 6 is an insult to the number 6.]

[If he drags everyone down with him, I’m gonna be so pissed!]

Red Hair shook his head. As he went to put the change in his bag, he noticed sothing wasn’t right with it.

He picked it up, looking it over and over, until he saw the three large words printed on it.

Heaven and Earth Bank!

He froze instantly, a half-forgotten mory surfacing in his mind.

’My head is killing ,’ Xiao Zhao thought. ’What the hell kind of hotpot place is this? Is anyone here normal?!’

"We have to go! Get out of here!"

Su Nian watched as Hei Mao grew more agitated. She also noticed the faint, bluish corpse spots just beneath the shop owner’s skin.

And the bizarre smile plastered on the goddess’s face, and Red Hair, who was just standing there in a daze.

’Clearly, sothing is wrong with all of them.’

At her words, Xiao Zhao nervously backed away, not forgetting to grab his goddess’s hand.

"Let’s get out of here!"

[Ugh, can Xiao Zhao stop being such a simp!]

But she violently flung his hand away. That’s when Xiao Zhao noticed sothing was off.

’Why does her smile seem so strange? It has a stiff, vacant quality to it.’

[Am I the only one who thinks the goddess looks... really stiff?]

[What’s that supposed to an? You think she’s a dude in disguise or sothing?]

[She just seems really stiff. Like, unnaturally rigid.]

"Cut the crap with all this flashy nonsense, you shitty little restaurant!"

Hei Mao was still ranting, but Xiao Zhao’s attention was fixed on the shop owner. The man’s eyes were bulging, his eyeballs straining from their sockets. His skin was turning an unnatural, ghastly blue-white, and faint gray spots were beginning to appear.

"But... this restaurant... never had any servers..."

[Holy crap, holy crap, the owner’s transforming!]

[Thank god I’ve seen tons of ghosts on this stream. I’m a little desensitized, otherwise I’d be crying in fear right now.]

[Yeah, sa. I never watched horror movies before, but after watching this stream, no horror movie scares anymore!]

The shop owner’s voice was wooden. He lunged forward and grabbed Hei Mao’s hand.

The mont Hei Mao saw the man’s eyeball, which looked like it was about to fall out of its socket, he couldn’t help but scream.

"Help , Ah Qing, help ! Xiao Zhao, help !"

He instinctively grabbed Ah Qing’s arm, but with just a little force, it was torn clean off.

He was left holding the bloody, severed arm.

"Why did you pull my arm? It fell off... Now I’m not pretty anymore..."

The goddess’s ethereal voice drifted over, heavy with a pressure that seed to emanate from the grave.

Hei Mao was completely stunned. In his frantic struggle, his left hand had torn off an arm, while his right was now held in the shop owner’s iron grip!

In that instant, Hei Mao was like a piece of at on a cutting board, helpless for the taking.

"Help ! Xiao Zhao, save ! Save !"

But by then, Xiao Zhao had already grabbed the only one who still seed normal—Red Hair—and bolted out of the restaurant.

[That’s absolutely terrifying!]

[Run faster, Xiao Zhao! Don’t let them catch you!]

[Wait, sothing feels off about Red Hair too... Why does the arm Xiao Zhao is holding seem to have the sa gray spots as the owner?]

Luckily, he was close to the door. There was nothing he could do for Hei Mao.

He shot out of the restaurant like a coiled spring.

He ran for a good while before stopping, gasping for breath. "That was... too close!"

The wind howled around him. A terrible premonition blood in Xiao Zhao’s chest. He was holding Red Hair’s arm, wasn’t he? Why wasn’t he getting a response?

After everything that had just happened, his tolerance for horror was already quite high. But when he looked down and saw that he was only holding a severed arm...

...he still let out a scream without a mont’s hesitation.

"AHHHHH!!!!"

His terrified scream pierced the night sky.

So in the end, he was the only one to return.

Passersby stared at the spectacle. Only a stooped old woman spoke, her voice faint and ghostly.

"What’s all this about, young man?"

As if he’d finally found an outlet, Xiao Zhao was on the verge of tears. "I... I was just eating at that hotpot restaurant over there..."

But the old lady just gave him a strange look. "This area is so remote. There’s no hotpot restaurant around here. That’s a cetery just ahead..."