Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling-Chapter 39 - 41: Aftermath
Wang Yanhua was filled with regret, but all she could do was lie sprawled on the floor.
Her limbs had been crippled by that strange person, and she couldn’t move at all.
She struggled, trying to pull out her last life-saving talisman paper, but her trembling hand could never quite reach it.
Crawling on the ground, she felt an intense cold seep into her body—she didn’t know if it was just her imagination.
Just then, a female ghost in a red dress, her hair hanging down, dropped upside down from the ceiling.
It dangled right in front of her. Their eyes met, and Wang Yanhua was on the verge of losing her mind.
"It... it wasn’t me!"
CREAK... CREAK...
From the pitch-black stairwell, something unseen seemed to be ascending.
Wang Yanhua shrank back, but her body seemed to bump into something.
Moreover, the ceiling seemed to be leaking; something was dripping onto her face. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
It was wet, thick, and viscous, carrying a foul, coppery stench.
It was red... blood...
"Ah! It wasn’t me! It wasn’t me!"
Countless pale, ghastly hands shot out from the floor and walls.
The upside-down woman in red revealed a grotesque face.
It opened its eyes...
The pale hands began to move, grabbing her arms, her forearms, her face...
"I was wrong! I was wrong! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die..."
But more and more arms reached out. Compared to ghosts and monsters, humans were far too weak.
She could only watch helplessly as her own arms were torn off, spilling blood all over the floor.
But that wasn’t all. Unsatisfied, the hands began to crawl, bit by bit, toward her eyes...
Soon, a large amount of blood seeped from her face and body.
A sharp, tragic scream lingered long into the dark night.
Meanwhile, Su Nian was drawing the third lucky winner of the night.
"Same rules as always. Friends who want to enter the lucky draw, please hit that follow button first."
Su Nian sat in her car, expertly managing the stream.
The result appeared quickly.
[Congratulations to ’BlueSkyWhiteCloud’ for winning the lucky draw.]
[I’m so jealous I could die!]
[I really want to get my financial fortune told!]
[Just let me cry alone...]
[I’m envious, I’m jealous, but I won’t say it...]
This time, the person who appeared on the screen was a middle-aged woman with sallow, brittle hair and fine lines crowding the corners of her eyes. She had a sharp, severe look about her.
After a long wait, she showed no intention of sending a gift.
[Hey, what’s going on? If you don’t want the chance, you might as well give it to me!]
[Auntie, you look like you might be a little tight on cash. Why not sell your spot to me for a thousand yuan?]
[I’ll offer two thousand!]
[I’ll offer four thousand...]
But strangely, the woman rejected all of them.
Yet she remained hesitant, seemingly unwilling to part with the money for the gift.
Su Nian glanced at her and fell silent.
The woman’s "children line" was faint and encircled by a barely perceptible, blood-red aura.
It seemed she had only one child, and something bad had happened to him.
Only then did the woman finally make up her mind.
"I can believe you, but you have to show me some proof!"
As she spoke, the woman clutched her pocket, as if worried Su Nian would cheat her out of her money.
Su Nian studied her facial features. Just as everyone thought she would refuse, she began to speak.
Her tone was calm and unhurried, possessing a quality that naturally put others at ease.
"You were born into a family that favored sons over daughters. Your parents never treated you well. After finishing middle school, you ran away from home and dropped out to work."
"Then you met your husband. He was very good to you. The year after you married, you gave birth to a son. But when the boy was ten, an accident happened. Your husband was rushing home to celebrate your son’s birthday when he was tragically killed in a car crash."
[The auntie is actually really unlucky.]
[A husband that good really exists?]
[Yeah, the poor woman. She finally found true love, but then her husband died unexpectedly.]
With every sentence Su Nian spoke, the woman’s expression grew more astonished, until finally her mouth hung wide open in shock.
"And what you want to ask about this time is your missing son, isn’t it?"
Su Nian had bluntly and accurately recounted the woman’s past.
The woman was quickly and thoroughly convinced.
But she still hadn’t sent the gift.
Instead, she asked another question with brazen confidence.
"Host, I believe you now, I really do. But can you make it a little cheaper!"
The woman held her head high, carefully watching Su Nian’s reaction, yet she didn’t seem to think there was anything strange about her question.
[What is this woman doing?!]
[The Host is already super cheap, okay?!]
[To be honest, I’m from an average family too, but for a reading from a Host this accurate, I’d be willing to pay even ten thousand.]
Su Nian shook her head. "My prices are fixed and fair to everyone."
But the woman wouldn’t let it go. "Then I won’t get a reading!"
She thought she had Su Nian cornered and expected her to try and persuade her to stay.
Su Nian replied, "Alright, then you can just leave the call."
Her attitude was clean and decisive, without a trace of hesitation. The firm, resolute manner left the woman feeling a little awkward.
She was tempted to leave—the price was a bit steep, after all—but then she remembered that Su Nian was genuinely skilled.
She forced back her look of disdain and suddenly became enthusiastic.
"Oh, you! Why’d you take me so seriously? I was just kidding!"
As she spoke, she sent a "Carnival."
[This auntie has some serious skills.]
[Seriously, with haggling skills like that, she’d probably hold her own at the flea market.]
[Come on guys, don’t be so hard on her. Her son is missing, her family is probably struggling financially. That’s why she’s like this.]
After sending the gift, the woman stared at Su Nian with expectant eyes.
"Host, what you said was so accurate. I do want to ask about my son. He’s been missing for almost a month. I’ve tried everything. A friend recommended you to me, said you’re incredibly gifted."
"Please, you have to help me find out where my son went. That little rascal said he didn’t want to study anymore and was going to find work. I suspect he might have gone to another city for a job, but I can’t contact him. I’m so worried he ended up in a sweatshop or something."
When she spoke of her son, her shrewd, calculating demeanor vanished.
Her expression was utterly dejected, and tears even welled up in her eyes.
Ever since her husband passed away, she hadn’t remarried all these years. Her son was her sole pillar of support. All she wanted was to watch him grow up, but now with his whereabouts unknown, she truly didn’t know what to do.
[Could something have happened to him?!]
[If he’s in a sweatshop, he’s probably suffering a lot.]
[Auntie, why did you wait so long to find the Host?]
[To the person above, the Host has only been streaming for a few days.]
The woman saw these comments and felt even worse.
"As soon as he disappeared, I contacted his teachers and classmates, and I went to the police, but it was no use."
"Host, I’m begging you, please tell me where my child has gone."
Su Nian looked into her vacant eyes and sighed.
"Your child is still at the school..."
"Is he? But I’ve already searched everywhere!"
"His body is at the school..."
