At this, the man’s face filled with panic. He quickly added, "I had a nightmare. In the dream, I was attending my son’s funeral."

[Damn, so how’s your son now?]

[That definitely sounds a bit off.]

[Don’t tell me it’s a prophecy! Is your son okay? Nothing happened to him, right?]

"The cause of death... he was taking a walk with me, and he started walking along the edge of a flowerbed like it was a balance beam. He fell in and... died from the fall."

The man looked utterly hopeless. He’d had his son late in life, and he was likely the only one he would ever have.

And of all things, he’d had such an ominous dream.

Su Nian’s gaze fell upon the man’s face, which emitted a faint black energy. The point between his eyebrows was also dim, giving off a gray glow. Su Nian spoke bluntly, "It’s not a major problem right now, but if it continues, it will eventually affect your son."

The moment Su Nian finished speaking, he became extremely nervous. Even his perpetually shiny head seemed to lose its luster.

"What should I do, then?!"

[I know this is rude, but I have to say, your head is so shiny.]

[From what the streamer is saying, does this mean there’s actually a ghost?]

[I think so. After all, hearing his story, it is really eerie. And that dream... I bet a ghost has latched onto him.]

Su Nian said, "Don’t worry. I can take care of it."

"Huh? You can take care of it?"

Surprise flashed in the man’s eyes, quickly followed by a hint of awkwardness.

He wasn’t a regular viewer of S Nning’s livestreams, so he had some doubts about Su Nian’s abilities.

Su Nian looked at his face. Seeing how nervous and worried he was, her own expression grew serious. She knew it was because he didn’t quite trust her yet.

Ignoring the stream of comments, Su Nian got straight to the point by reciting his family’s information. "Your parents are alive and in good health. You are an only son. You and your wife have one son together. He’s fifteen this year, in middle school, and his grades are quite good."

"Yes, yes, that’s right! Master, you’re absolutely correct."

Hearing Su Nian accurately recite the details about his son, he grew even more frantic, assuming this meant something terrible was about to happen to his son.

At the same time, however, his trust in Su Nian grew.

"Master, how can this be resolved?"

[I’m gonna make a bold guess here: I bet the corpse is hidden somewhere in your house. You have to find it first.]

[Yeah, totally! Maybe the body was bricked into a wall, or it’s under the bed or something.]

Seeing the comments getting more and more off-track, Su Nian coughed lightly.

Seeing his desperate expression, Su Nian didn’t answer his question directly.

Instead, she said, "Tell me again, in more detail. What exactly is going on?"

The man scratched his head as if trying to remember. "The strangest thing is that people in the house are always getting sick. And, well, I keep having that same dream I told you about."

"Especially in the last few days, I’ve had it every single night. The dream usually starts with my son’s funeral, then the scene changes to a boundless sea of graves, and there’s an old woman crying. All around her are countless unintelligible voices..."

His face was filled with lingering dread as if recalling the terrifying scene. "And I’ve been having this dream every night recently. I feel like I’m about to have a nervous breakdown."

Before Su Nian could say anything, the chat lit up with comments.

[’Countless?’ The moment I heard that word, I knew something was up.]

[Don’t tell me your son secretly went to a mass grave?]

[Yeah, the more I hear, the weirder it gets. Especially the dream about that huge graveyard. It couldn’t really have something to do with a mass grave, could it?]

As he watched the screen, his expression darkened, but he still explained, "My son is a really good kid. He’s in his final year of middle school now, so he’s busy studying all day. When would he have time to go to a mass grave?"

[You never know. A lot of kids seem well-behaved on the surface, but when they decide to go wild, they don’t care about anyone.]

[Now that you mention it, I think that’s really possible. Maybe your son felt stressed from his final year of middle school and ran off to blow off some steam.]

[Hey, let’s not make wild guesses, okay? What normal kid goes to a mass grave to have fun?]

[Right? You guys don’t even know the kid. I’m more inclined to believe his father, anyway.]

Su Nian shook her head, dismissing the viewers’ theories.

"This has nothing to do with a mass grave."

The man instantly perked up.

"See, I told you my son is a good kid!"

But he was still worried. "Then, Streamer, what exactly is the problem?"

"Don’t tell me there’s something... unclean... in the house?"

Su Nian shook her head and continued, "Your problem has nothing to do with ghosts, either."

"If it were related to ghosts, you would definitely be tainted with ghost energy. But while I see that the spot between your eyebrows is gray, you don’t have a shred of ghost energy. Instead, your home looks hazy to me. It seems to be a Feng Shui problem."

[Wow, the streamer knows about Feng Shui too.]

[Of course she does. Aren’t all these things related? But I still think her specialty is definitely face reading.]

[Wow, so Feng Shui can have such a big impact?]

Hearing Su Nian’s words, the man only grew more confused. He picked up his phone and walked a lap around his house.

The sofa and tables were all arranged normally. Everything looked fine.

Many viewers even pointed out their own homes were similar.

[My sofa is arranged the same way.]

[Doesn’t look like anything’s out of the ordinary. The layout is pretty similar to my place.]

[Yeah, I even see the same dining table, arranged the same way!]

"Master, can you see what’s been placed incorrectly?"

Su Nian shook her head. "There’s nothing wrong with how these things are arranged."

Seeing his puzzled expression, Su Nian instructed him further, "Take your phone and walk toward the living room."

In Su Nian’s vision, the living room was the most severe area—a complete disaster zone.

A murky gray fog was so thick it nearly obscured the entire living room, making it impossible to see any details.

The man was growing skeptical, but he complied, raising his phone and walking a lap around the living room.

And Su Nian immediately spotted something strange.

It looked like a miniature coffin, and it was the source of the ceaseless gray energy.

On a cabinet in his living room sat a rectangular glass tank. It had a lid, and inside were soil and plants.

Su Nian said, "Get closer. Let me see that tank."

"Huh? That’s just a hobby of mine. It’s an ant farm."

The disbelief in his eyes was now even more apparent.

"Show it to me."

He sighed and brought the camera closer. The glass tank, rectangular in shape and topped with a lid, looked exactly like a coffin.