Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling-Chapter 55 - 57: Is It a Painting?

At night, when she would go to sleep, she always felt like someone was watching her from the darkness.

Feeling a bit bored, Su Nian decided to start her livestream.

"Hello, everyone. I’m going to perform an exorcism today, and right now I’m checked into a hotel."

Su Nian leaned back in her chair, casually tapping on her phone.

But even just sitting there, her beauty radiated through the screen.

Her skin was fairer than snow, her features picturesque. She wore a simple outfit: a windbreaker, sweatpants, and a pair of yellow boots. Her waterfall of black hair was tied back in a neat ponytail.

Though her outfit was rather androgynous, Su Nian naturally exuded a cold yet captivating aura, with a subtle hint of nobility about her.

She imbued the shabby place, so old you could almost smell the dust, with an air of ancient artistry by her mere presence.

[I know, but, the streamer is seriously gorgeous!]

[To think a streamer this beautiful can also tear ghosts apart with her bare hands... I think it’s better to keep a respectful distance.]

[So pretty, so pretty!]

[She’s so beautiful I can’t breathe!]

Su Nian was about to start a giveaway when she suddenly felt a surge of ghost energy behind her, which seemed to be gradually approaching.

In an instant, her expression hardened.

And the comments in the livestream chat also took a strange turn.

’But wasn’t everything normal in this room when I first came up? The only odd thing was that painting. It seemed a little too vivid.’

The eerie atmosphere lasted for several minutes. Then, the TV in the room suddenly turned on, displaying a screen full of static.

The strange atmosphere grew thicker, and Su Nian could even feel a sharp, malevolent presence.

[AHHHH!!!!]

[I was just struck by the streamer’s beauty, and now I’m getting scared by this ghostly thing!]

[Help, can someone tell me why the painting is moving!]

[I... I don’t think it’s a painting...]

All sorts of comments appeared, but no one was telling Su Nian to run.

On the contrary, some people were looking forward to Su Nian’s "Eighteen Styles of Ghost Torture."

CREAK...

Su Nian stood up from the old chair. At the enthusiastic request of her viewers—and in consideration of the gifts they’d sent—Su Nian propped up her phone.

Then she spun the chair around to face the strange painting directly.

[I have to say, the streamer is seriously brave.]

[No matter the plots or schemes, absolute power always comes out on top.]

[Speaking of which, this ghost is so unlucky. Out of everyone it could have picked, it just had to pick our streamer. It’s done for. I’ll be shocked if she doesn’t beat it into a pulp.]

The young woman sat arrogantly in her chair with one leg crossed over the other, staring motionlessly at the strangeness unfolding before her.

The painting blinked. Su Nian didn’t react, even letting out a contemptuous sneer.

It then stretched into an eerie smile. Its pupils vanished, leaving only the whites of its eyes, and its lips stretched wide, nearly reaching its ears.

But Su Nian just rolled her eyes, bored.

’Is that it?’

The air hung heavy for a moment, as if even the viewers felt a secondhand embarrassment for the ghost.

[Such an old trick.]

[Sigh, can’t these ghosts come up with something new?!]

[It’s the same all over the world. I can already guess the next step.]

[I’m just sayin’, when I die, I’m gonna be the most creative ghost in the world.]

The static on the TV grew more intense, the lightbulb began to flicker, and the door started creaking.

Even the bed frame began to heave, as if something strange was under the bed.

[Yep, the classic ghost-sighting trilogy has begun.]

[Fam, I’m already holding my breath.]

[How long do you guys think it can last?]

[This display seems pretty big. It should be able to last five minutes, right?]

[I think the streamer should change her name to Ghostly Worry.]

[You know, that’s actually pretty fitting.]

Amidst the eager anticipation of the viewers, the thing finally began to emerge.

The frame of the painting also started to move. It was only then that Su Nian realized it wasn’t a painting at all—it was clearly a window!

A withered, pale hand gripped the windowsill, and the man with the eerie smile and distorted face began to climb in.

Inch by inch, it was about to climb from the window into the room.

Its hair carried a foul stench and seemed to be dripping water. The smile on its lips grew wider and wider, about to take up half its face.

Its movements seemed a bit labored, but it continued to haul itself in, little by little.

But this terrifying scene only made Su Nian sneer contemptuously again.

"You’re like Zhang Fei in drag—all bluster and arrogance!"

[I can’t help but laugh every time I hear the streamer’s savage one-liners!]

[Help, what kind of god-tier streamer is this?!]

[So cool, so beautiful, and a little bit edgy!]

[There’s no acting here, this is all real!]

Perhaps because it was the first time it had encountered someone with such a reaction, the ghost froze.

The figure that had been advancing relentlessly, exuding an unbearable eeriness, now visibly stiffened. It had, shamefully, hesitated.

’Something feels... not quite right about this one today.’

"The wind’s a bit strong tonight. I wonder if your coffin is drafty."

Su Nian’s lips curled into a wicked grin, revealing eight perfectly aligned, gleaming teeth. Her smooth ponytail swayed gently, a harbinger of something dreadful.

The window ghost hesitated even more, but now it was too late for regrets.

Smiling, Su Nian slowly pulled on a pair of rubber gloves.

The ghost didn’t understand what was happening and tried to press forward.

But Su Nian’s movements were sharp. The second the gloves were on, she sprang into action.

Without another word, she lunged forward and grabbed the window ghost’s hair.

"AH!!!"

The window ghost itself was startled, letting out a piercing shriek.

Only then did the window ghost know fear. It recoiled in terror.

But it was no match for Su Nian’s strength. Soon, a pair of hands smelling of rubber slapped it to the ground.

In front of his screen, Shen Changce’s neck was stiff. He picked up a glass of water from his desk. His hand was trembling slightly, but his eyes couldn’t help but drift back to the screen.

Meanwhile, in the livestream, the tables had turned, and a strange phenomenon was occurring in the room.

It fled, she pursued. It couldn’t escape even if it sprouted wings.

The window ghost was furious. Pinned to the ground by Su Nian once again, it flew into a rage.

The resentment in the house surged tenfold. With a grinding sound, it twisted its neck, flipping its head around backward. Its previously unremarkable limbs grew long and slender.

With blood-red eyes and its mouth wide open, it lunged forward. Its bizarre limbs grew longer and longer, like strange, thick ropes that could gradually envelop Su Nian.

Its limbs stretched across the room like rubber bands, springy and elastic.

And its mouth sounded as if it were stuffed with dozens of flip-flops.

"Die for me... die..."

But the words had barely left its mouth when it discovered that its own limbs, its pride and joy, had been tied into a bow?!

This was intolerable! But before it could go berserk again, it got two hard slaps to the face.

It struggled desperately again, trying to break free from Su Nian’s grasp.

’What in the world is this thing?!’

Before it could have a second meltdown, Su Nian grabbed its hair, held down its head, and proceeded to wrap its limbs around its own body.

It had to be said, this window ghost was quite gifted. Its entire body was like rubber.

But that also made it very convenient for Su Nian to quickly roll it into a ball.

[Did she really roll the ghost into a ball?]

[The streamer’s every move is beyond my expectations.]

[What kind of god-tier play was that?!]

[This ghost has been through so much, I actually feel bad for it!] 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Before the ghost could even let out a squeal and start emitting resentment again,

Su Nian slapped a talisman paper on it, freezing it completely and truly achieving a two-in-one power combo.

She first folded and rolled it into a ball by physical means, then immobilized it completely through metaphysical ones.