Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling-Chapter 25 - 27: It Has Hair Loss Anxiety

[’This is so weird?’]

[’Could someone be pulling a nasty prank, putting hair removal cream in his shampoo?’]

[’If it really is hair removal cream, I’m intrigued. What kind of cream works that well? Smooth and doesn’t even leave stubble.’]

[’The person above is getting sidetracked...’]

Zhang wanted to tear at his hair in anguish, but all he felt was his smooth, bare scalp, which only made his expression more pained.

His heart clenched. He continued speaking to Su Nian.

"At first, I also suspected something was wrong with the shampoo at home, but my hair isn’t falling out bit by bit—it’s coming out in clumps!" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Recalling the painful memory, Zhang wished he could rub his aching chest.

[’Hearing Zhang’s story, I wonder if he’s sick?’]

[’It’s possible. Isn’t there a type of baldness called alopecia areata? It sounds a lot like Zhang’s situation.’]

[’But who with alopecia goes completely bald in a month?’]

[’To the person above, isn’t there an example right here? The Zhang-brand of baldness: lose all your luscious locks in one month.’]

[’That’s so mean, but I can’t help but laugh.’]

Su Nian, however, was listening with great relish, having already finished eating a peach.

She had to admit, the peaches rich people ate were on another level—juicy, sweet, and unbelievably crisp.

An 800-yuan designer peach was, as expected, completely different from one you’d get at a street stall.

Su Nian said, "Go on, what else..."

Zhang tried his best to ignore Su Nian’s eyes, which were clearly enjoying the show.

"And what’s even creepier is that my hair would fall out in the middle of the night, and the next morning, it would be lying neatly beside my pillow."

"It’s as if someone shaved my hair off and then deliberately placed it next to my pillow."

[’Wasn’t this supposed to be a comedy? Why did it suddenly get so scary...’]

[’What if it really is a prank?’]

[’Maybe you did something wrong and your wife is trying to scare you on purpose.’]

[’Yeah, otherwise it really doesn’t make any sense.’]

But Zhang just shook his head, his face filled with terror.

"But the thing is, I don’t even have a girlfriend. I’m currently living alone."

[’You think it could be some pervert who collects hair? Maybe they took a liking to your hair and come to shave your head every night?’]

[’Can the person above be a little more logical? Who collects hair and doesn’t take it with them?’]

[’It can’t be that it’s after Zhang himself...’]

[’That’s not impossible.’]

Seeing the viewers teasing him like this, Zhang was about to say something, but he suddenly froze.

He had the faint, unsettling feeling that someone was touching his hair.

The hand was ice-cold, and it seemed to be quite fond of his round, smooth head.

It slid back and forth across his smooth scalp. To the viewers in the stream, Zhang seemed to have suddenly changed, sitting eerily, perfectly still and upright.

The strangest part was his hair. It was moving, as if an invisible hand were relentlessly manhandling those precious, named strands.

[’Is his hair moving?’]

[’Why do I get the feeling someone’s touching Zhang’s head?’]

[’And the weird thing is, why can’t we see anyone?’]

[’There’s nothing behind Zhang, it’s completely empty. It can’t be anything, it must be an illusion!’]

Zhang swallowed hard, reading the viewers’ comments and trying to comfort himself.

"Right... Right, it must be an illusion!"

He managed to force a twitch of his lips, but just then, something else bizarre happened.

It felt like something was holding his head down and, with a razor blade, was slowly shaving off what little hair he had left!

This was absolutely intolerable!

Zhang’s heroic spirit surged, but the thought of that ghostly thing holding a razor blade made him reconsider.

’You know what, this injustice doesn’t have to be dealt with right this second.’

Meekly swallowing his grievance, he cast a pleading look toward Su Nian.

He didn’t dare to speak, he could only signal with his eyes.

[’What’s with Zhang?’]

[’I think his eyes are just twitching.’]

[’Maybe he just can’t accept the loss of his dearly departed hair.’]

[’Don’t just blame him. If I had hair like that, I wouldn’t be able to accept it either.’]

Then, strands of hair began to flutter down from the top of his head.

The viewers also started to feel that something was wrong.

[’Wait, why is his hair falling out on its own?’]

[’Yeah, and why is it falling out so neatly?’]

[’It’s exactly like someone is shaving his head.’]

Su Nian’s expression turned serious. "Don’t move. It’s holding a razor blade."

That one sentence sent the comment section into another frenzy.

[’It? You mean *that* kind of ’it,’ right?’]

[’It’s not even midnight, and this thing is already here?’]

[’I’m so scared! Thank goodness the host’s mighty presence is here to protect me! (Host, I’m laying the flattery on so thick, so please give the next fortune-telling slot to me!)’]

[’To the person above: have you no shame?’]

But Su Nian remained silent, watching as more and more hair fell in front of her.

It wasn’t just something she could feel; even the viewers in the stream could see fine strands of hair begin to gently flutter down from the top of Zhang’s head.

The hair even floated down neatly on its own. Within minutes, a small, tidy tuft of hair of uniform length was arranged beside his pillow.

[’I have to say, it’s pretty orderly.’]

[’Right? It even arranged the hair so neatly. It must have been a meticulous person when it was alive.’]

[’Still kinda creepy, though.’]

And what was falling was the last of Zhang’s treasured hair.

Unable to bear such a terrible blow, Zhang finally couldn’t help but cry out.

"SOB SOB SOB... This is just bullying."

It was Zhang’s outcry that seemed to make the thing realize it had been discovered.

Then came the same old clichés. The ceiling light began to sway and flicker.

The door started to CREAK, and the faucet in the bathroom seemed to turn on by itself, the sound of rushing water echoing out.

[’I thought I was worldly and had seen it all, but guys, I’m so scared right now!’]

[’Unintentional viewing, no bad luck please!’]

[’+1 to the comment above.’]

[’+2.’]

[’+10086.’]

From the dark shadows, a deathly pale hand with bulging veins began to slowly approach Zhang.

All of this was revealed, clear as day, by the shadow it cast under the light.

Perhaps sensing the chill in the air, Zhang had already started to tremble.

Just as the hand was about to reach Zhang, Su Nian touched a finger to the spot between her eyebrows.

Then, she pointed out.

"Halt!"

With that single word, the light stopped swaying, the door stopped creaking, and even the water shut off on its own.

The viewers in the stream all breathed a collective sigh of relief.

[’I wasn’t scared, just a little tense.’]

[’I think I just saw a ghostly shadow, in the shape of a hand.’]

[’Yeah, and the shadow was holding what looked like a straight razor.’]

[’I was so scared I broke out in a full-body sweat. I must be getting skinny from this.’]

[’To the person above, you can be ridiculous, but not *that* ridiculous, okay?’]

But Zhang was in no mood for jokes. Seeing the danger had passed, he leaped three feet away and scrambled out of the room.

With a sob in his voice, Zhang asked, "Host, what in the world is going on?"

Su Nian replied nonchalantly, "Don’t worry. It’s just suffering from a little hair-loss anxiety..."