[So touching, I want to cry.]

["Pants caked in mud, back soaked with sweat." No wonder you were dressed like that.]

[When I was a kid, my home was hit by a major flood, too. We were saved thanks to the soldiers and volunteers.]

Looking at the sobbing woman with the ramen-noodle hair and the still-clueless ghost...

Su Nian shook her head. "His time in the mortal world is short. He can stay for another ten minutes."

With that, Su Nian kicked them out of the livestream room.

"Alright, that’s all for today’s stream. We’ll continue at the same time tomorrow."

Then, she ended the broadcast.

Meanwhile, Qing Huan, who had been waiting impatiently nearby, could no longer hold back.

"Su Nian, tell me, how am I supposed to get home?"

Su Nian shook her head. "Don’t count on me. Go back and admit you were wrong yourself."

"Huh? Alright!"

She then mumbled softly, "Do you think I was possessed or something?"

Su Nian: ...

"You’re just lovesick, stop making excuses. I’m sending you back tomorrow!"

"AHHH!!!"

Ignoring her wails, Su Nian returned to her room.

Before she knew it, another morning had arrived, and Su Nian went to the Daoist Temple as usual.

First, she set up her phone on its stand, then she began to welcome the day’s clients.

And today’s first client was an old woman in her seventies.

Her short hair was like a layer of white frost. Her eyes were deeply sunken, and most of the teeth in her mouth were gone. Her rough hands were a roadmap of veins that snaked like worms.

On her withered face, her two eyebrows drooped. Her complexion was pale and sickly, her temples were sunken, and it was as if her entire body was composed of nothing but bones and nerves.

But upon seeing this sickly-looking old woman, Su Nian’s expression instantly darkened.

[What’s wrong? This lady looks like she’s in poor health.]

[Why does the host have that look on her face?]

[This old woman seems pretty kind.]

[Come on, plenty of people who do bad things have a kind face.]

Su Nian looked at the black qi radiating from the old woman and knew she didn’t have long to live.

But her sins were so grave that she would suffer even after death.

"Please scan the code to pay the divination fee first."

"Huh? An old woman like me has to pay for a divination?"

Su Nian shot her a sidelong glance, her tone impatient.

"Then you don’t have to get one."

[Is the host’s attitude a little harsh?]

[With a freeloader like this, given the host’s temper, she’s being nice by not cussing her out directly.]

[This old woman is being pretty unreasonable. She doesn’t seem easy to get along with.]

"Fine, fine, I’ll pay!"

She dawdled, then stuck her hand into her waistband and pulled out a wad of crumpled bills.

As if the money gave her confidence, she slapped it down on the table.

"Master, I just want to ask you today, when on earth will I finally have a grandson!"

[Welp, there it is.]

[I get it. Prefers boys over girls.]

[You can’t really say that. I think you snowflakes are just making a mountain out of a molehill. Of course someone her age would want a grandson. Is there a need to be so malicious about it?]

Seeing that Su Nian hadn’t answered, she began to wail, "I’m a woman with one foot in the grave! If I don’t have a grandson, I can’t die in peace! I won’t have a precious grandson to burn paper money for me!!!"

She wailed and carried on as if she had suffered the greatest injustice imaginable.

Su Nian’s expression was cold. "A grandson? Even if you had a grandson right now, you’d be in your grave by the time your precious grandson grows up. Or are you planning to teach him how to burn paper money in the womb?"

The black mist on her face grew clearer. Su Nian could see that the old hag had the blood of two people on her hands.

Both of them her own granddaughters.

"You, you, you! How can you say such awful things, you damned girl! You little bitch, you won’t live long!"

As she spoke, she snatched the money off the table, intending to leave.

Su Nian said, "Because you wanted a grandson, you murdered your own two granddaughters. You buried one under the doorstep, and you drove silver needles into the other’s head."

"All because you heard that burying a girl under the threshold would prevent any more baby girls from entering your home."

"And that by soaking silver needles in alcohol and piercing a girl’s head with them..."

"...the louder and more miserable the girl’s screams, the more frightened the souls of any potential daughters would be to reincarnate into your family, increasing the chances of having a son in the next pregnancy."

"And you, you stuck dozens of steel needles into your two-year-old granddaughter’s head. She kept screaming in pain, wailing for three days before she finally stopped breathing."

"Am I wrong?"

[What the FUCK? What kind of monster is this?!]

[What century is this? Do disgusting people like this still exist?]

[No, I mean, I can understand preferring boys, but murder? Isn’t that taking it too far?]

[What a venomous old hag. She should just drop dead right now.]

The old woman’s expression changed slightly, becoming a little unnatural.

But she still mumbled under her breath, "I only did it because I wanted a grandson. Granddaughters are a losing investment. Having a precious grandson is the most important thing."

[Oh man, I want to slap her a few times through the screen.]

[She’s not human, she’s a monster! A monster!!!]

[How can such a wicked person exist? Just die already.]

[To be honest, even though I’m a woman and I do have a bit of a preference for boys myself, isn’t murder too vicious? No matter what, that was her own flesh and blood!]

[Forget about flesh and blood, I couldn’t do that even to a stranger! That’s a human life!]

Su Nian’s eyes were filled with icy frost. "In that case, I’ll tell you the truth. You, you old hag, will never have a grandson in this lifetime."

No attack could have been more devastating than Su Nian’s words.

As soon as she said this, the old woman looked as if she could barely breathe, her face turning crimson.

"You... you little slut! You’re the one who’s been with thousands of men! You’re the one who’ll never have a grandson! My son is only forty-three, he’ll definitely have children! Besides, I had a fortune teller check—my daughter-in-law is fated to have a son! That’s the only reason I allowed her to marry my son!!"

She shrieked, so agitated she could barely breathe.

Unfortunately for her, her insults meant nothing to Su Nian.

"You old hag, you don’t know, do you? Your daughter-in-law is indeed fated to have a son, but he won’t be your son’s."

"And why is there no male heir in your family? It’s precisely because you have a spiteful, cruel old hag like you in it."

"You, you, you, you, you!"

The old woman gasped for air from Su Nian’s tirade, looking as if she were one breath away from dropping dead right there.

[Well said, host! This old hag should have died long ago.]

[Forget everything else, using such cruel methods to harm her own granddaughter... she deserves death by a thousand cuts!]

[I’ve already reported this to the police!]

[Just die, you old hag!]

But Su Nian’s assault didn’t stop there.

"Old hag, your son is about to die, too. Your family line is going to be completely wiped out!"

"What?! What!!!"

Those words truly cut her to the bone. Her eyes went wide, and she looked as if she was about to faint.

But at that very moment, her phone began to ring.

The ringtone of the feature phone was incredibly loud, echoing endlessly in the spacious room.