Looking at the rich woman’s features, Su Nian saw more than just the signs of wealth.

A second-generation heir suddenly going bankrupt was certainly normal enough; you could only say he was unlucky.

But how had this woman’s fortunes risen so quickly? What was the real reason?

Was it just business acumen?

Don’t be ridiculous. What kind of business could make her a multi-millionaire in just a few short years?

Su Nian saw the faint image of a naked woman clinging to her, heard the muddled sounds of crying, and her suspicions grew stronger.

Her husband was certainly no good, but she was definitely no saint herself.

But there were many things Su Nian couldn’t say directly.

And since the rich woman wanted to break the contract, Su Nian naturally let her. After all, the consequences of breaking a contract with someone who could truly communicate with ghosts and spirits were severe.

She would lose a portion of her worldly protection, and at that point, ghosts and ghouls would have a much easier time getting close to her.

As for the child she gave birth to, having been kept away from those two disasters—her father and mother—since a young age, her future would naturally be a good one.

Even Su Nian couldn’t help but marvel at the girl’s good fortune. She had been far away from that pack of disasters since she was a child. Although she missed out on familial love, her future would be smooth sailing.

As for the son she was raising, he wasn’t a good person either.

Judging by his facial features, he had long known that the rich woman was not his biological mother, but for the sake of money, he continued to play along.

The rich woman found this very strange, yet she also felt that Su Nian was just putting on a show.

She wanted to curse a few more times, but before the words could leave her mouth, she felt a faint chill creeping up her back. She shivered uneasily.

But all she got in return was a cold look from Su Nian.

"Get out. Stay away from me, and don’t defile my Daoist Temple!"

The rich woman had always been aggressive and impulsive, and this time was no exception.

But this time, just as she was about to lash out, she vaguely felt something pushing her toward the exit.

It was as if something was clamped over her mouth, preventing her from speaking a single word.

Her face flushed red, and she looked at Su Nian, pleading for help.

In Su Nian’s eyes, a female ghost was grinning as she dragged the woman out.

Another had already climbed onto her back and was covering her mouth. This was the karma she had sown.

[Something about that woman’s expression seems off, doesn’t it?]

[Forget it. She probably wants to curse at the Streamer but can’t figure out what to say.]

[The Streamer is being pretty magnanimous today, even giving her money back.]

[Probably because she doesn’t want to get tangled up with that kind of person.]

But Su Nian acted as if she couldn’t see the two ghosts, letting them drag the rich woman away. In this world, every cause has its effect.

She had brought all of this upon herself. What’s more, she had already broken their agreement, so there was no way Su Nian was going to save her.

Watching her being dragged away into the distance, Su Nian pressed a bell.

The next client entered as scheduled. This time, it was a man with a thin, small frame.

His gaze was timid and shrinking. He glanced cautiously at Su Nian before quickly lowering his head, looking extremely insecure.

He was also wearing the hood of his sweatshirt, making it impossible to get a clear look at his face.

His clothes, however, were quite valuable. His shoes alone were worth twenty or thirty thousand.

Not to mention the watch on his wrist, which was the stuff of dreams for many men.

[That’s weird. He’s dressed so well, so why is he acting like that? Could all his stuff be knockoffs?]

[Nah, even high-quality knockoffs like that aren’t cheap. If I were wearing fakes of that caliber, I’d still be walking with my head held high.]

[I’m a professional luxury goods appraiser. That stuff isn’t fake; it’s all authentic.]

[That’s even weirder. He can’t be a thief who stole someone else’s clothes, right?]

[I wouldn’t rule it out. So many weirdos show up at the Streamer’s place.]

The man cautiously raised his head, glanced at Su Nian, and then quickly looked down again.

He perfectly embodied insecurity and timidity; even his trembling hands betrayed his current nervousness.

But Su Nian, as always, stated the dispassionate words, "Please pay the divination fee first."

"O-Okay..."

The man’s voice was tiny. Though he looked to be in his twenties, he was as timid as a little girl.

His hands trembled slightly as he held his phone. After quickly scanning the code, he thrust his hands back into his pockets.

Beyond that, his attire was even stranger. Despite the sweltering heat, he was wearing a black hoodie and black pants.

He even had the hood up, covering himself so completely that not a single patch of skin was visible.

Only his meek and timid eyes were exposed.

"Can you take off your hood first? I can’t see your face clearly."

Su Nian’s tone was completely flat.

After a moment’s hesitation, the man carefully took off his hood.

On his face was a large, dark bruise, and the corner of his mouth was bright red and swollen. He turned his head slightly, as if trying to hide the two injuries.

[That’s weird. Did he get beaten up?]

[I don’t get it. Why is he dressed so well but acting so timid?]

[Maybe it’s a psychological issue? Could he have a mental illness?]

[Wouldn’t be surprised. A lot of people look normal on the surface these days, but plenty of them have mental health problems.]

But Su Nian didn’t mention his injuries. She just looked his features up and down carefully before speaking.

"Your family background is ordinary, your parents passed away early, and you are childless to this day. Your relationship with your wife is particularly poor, and you argue frequently."

The moment Su Nian said this, the bullet comments exploded with activity.

[Oh, don’t tell me he got those bruises from his wife?]

[I think you might be right.]

[But don’t you guys think he looks really timid? Maybe there’s a twist.]

"Yes, Streamer. You’re absolutely right."

"My parents passed away very early, my family’s financial situation is average, and I still don’t have any children."

He lowered his gaze, repeating Su Nian’s words in a stiff, mechanical tone.

[Why do I get the feeling he’s mentally ill?]

[And I think his expression is really strange.]

[Yeah, yeah, especially his face. It’s so pale. It’s really weird for a grown man.]

His eyes darted around evasively. After hesitating for a long while, he spoke in a low voice.

"Streamer, I know you’re very powerful. I want to ask if... if you can help me?"

This abrupt question left the viewers completely baffled.

A glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes. He looked up, gazing earnestly at Su Nian. "Can you help me... help me get away from my wife?"

[Oho! So we were right on the money. He really was beaten by his wife.]

[Damn, what a useless guy.]

[Is that it? And here I thought he was some big shot. Turns out he’s just a wimp.]

Su Nian looked up, her gaze fixed on him. "But... haven’t you already killed your wife?"