The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 22

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Her fingers lightly tapped against the armrest of the sofa. Propping her chin with one hand, she lowered her gaze and pondered for a moment.

"The standard fee is 99,000 per session. But there's another option—you can also choose to come here for three years straight, offering incense and paying respects to my grandmaster three times a day. Either payment method works."

The first option was for wealthy people who had money but no time, while the second was for ordinary folks who had time but no money.

The average salary in this world was only about three to four thousand a month. A fee of 99,000 was nearly a full year's salary for an average three-person household—if they all worked and didn't spend a single cent. Compared to such a hefty sum, time was relatively cheap.

Meanwhile, for some rich people, this amount of money was nothing—it was just a casual win from a drinking party bet. Compared to kneeling and offering incense every single day for three years, it was obviously much easier to just pay up and be done with it.

While they were talking, little Yu Liang had already wrapped half a tray of dumplings. Peeking out from the kitchen, he heard his mom's voice drifting in from the living room:

"The sect I come from has a rule—before saving someone, we have to get my grandmaster's approval. First, go to my family's ancestral hall and offer incense. Wait five minutes. If the incense doesn't go out, I'll step in."

"Alright, I'll do it." The fashionably dressed Xiao Bei immediately stood up, only to be stopped by a single look from Yu Yuan. "Not you. Whoever wants to live, they go."

Xiao Bei turned to his cousin with a worried look. Xiao Nan, trembling like a leaf, sniffled and exhaled a shaky breath of cold air. "I'll go... Thanks for your trouble, Master. Where's the ancestral hall?"

"It's over there," little Yu Liang pointed with his chubby fingers, his soft voice carrying a hint of babyish lisp as he gestured at the storage room door.

Wrapped in a thick, heavy coat that easily weighed over ten kilos, Xiao Nan shuffled over hesitantly. The moment he pushed open the door to the ancestral hall, a wave of warmth rushed over him, instantly washing away the cold that had been suffocating his chest. The freezing chill that had made his whole body tremble just moments ago seemed to dissipate, replaced by a faint heat rising from his back, making him feel slightly sweaty.

He was startled. The confidence he had gained from last night's livestream, which was originally just a weak three out of ten, had suddenly jumped to a solid seven.

The small ancestral hall had no windows, relying entirely on the candles on the altar for illumination. The space was only about ten square meters. At the very back of the room, on a spotless altar, there was a shrine placed neatly in the center. The incense in the burner had already burned out, and under the dim candlelight, he could just barely make out the solemn expression of the deity within the shrine.

Xiao Nan didn't know what to call this grandmaster, so after kneeling down, he simply followed Yu Yuan's lead.

"Grandmaster, please, I'm begging you! Save me!"

"I promise from now on, I'll eat a balanced diet, do good deeds, and personally fund a golden statue in your honor. I'll offer incense to you day and night!"

"I'll be respectful to ghosts and cautious of deities. I'll change my ways and be a good person."

Mimicking the way his grandma usually prayed, he murmured his pleas for a while, then knocked his head against the floor with two loud thuds before finally picking up a stick of incense from the altar, lighting it, and inserting it into the incense burner with utmost sincerity. Then, he anxiously waited.

Outside the door, Yu Yuan lazily lifted her eyes and glanced toward the shadow lurking just outside the entrance.

It was a young man—his skull was cracked open, half of his head completely caved in. His body was twisted at a horrifying angle.

The young man was blocked outside the ancestral hall, unable to step in. His gaze instantly snapped toward Yu Yuan, staring her down with venomous hatred. Blood tears dripped from his hollow eye sockets as he snarled, "You're from the Heavenly Masters Hall? Why are you stopping me?!"

Yu Yuan frowned slightly. Heavenly Masters Hall? It sounded like some kind of sect related to the mystic arts.

"I don't know what this 'Heavenly Masters Hall' you're talking about is," she said flatly, "but the living and the dead exist in separate realms. You're already dead—you have no right to drag a living person down as your scapegoat."

Kun Yuan and the other two had been anxiously waiting for Xiao Nan to come out of the ancestral hall when they suddenly heard Yu Yuan speak. They all whipped their heads around at the same time—only to see her staring calmly at the empty doorway.

Bright daylight, clear skies... and yet this scene sent a chill straight up their spines, from the soles of their feet to the tops of their heads.

Among the three, Kun Yuan was the oldest and the most level-headed. Having witnessed Yu Yuan's abilities twice before, she immediately guessed that the master must be seeing something again. She was just about to ask when Yu Yuan suddenly glanced in her direction, brows slightly furrowed.

Kun Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

Was this a silent warning to keep her mouth shut?

The three of them couldn't see anything, but the poor gossip system—which could see—was losing its mind. It was scared out of its wits but had no choice but to watch, screaming at the top of its lungs inside the host's mind.

[Ahhhh! Save me! My system eyes are gonna go blind!]

[So ugly, so terrifying! Host, run! He's coming right at us!]

Yu Yuan watched as the vengeful ghost lunged toward her, only to be forcefully repelled. But he wasn't giving up—he immediately turned and charged at Kun Yuan and the others instead.

Her gaze turned ice cold.

"Your mother already committed a grave sin by using dark magic to bring you back," she said in a chilling voice. "Yet instead of repenting, you're still trying to take another person's life?"

"Die! Die! They all deserve to die!" the vengeful ghost howled. A violent surge of resentment exploded from his body. "If it weren't for that damn driver, I would've been revived by now!"

His emotions flared wildly, causing the sinister energy around him to spiral out of control. Realizing that he couldn't harm Yu Yuan's group, he suddenly turned and locked his gaze onto little Yu Liang, who was crouched in a corner, eyes filled with terror.

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