The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 42

Prev | Directory | Next

Zhou Yu watched his sister and her boss leave, then, under the wary gaze of the neighborhood security guard, squatted to the side holding a massive rooster. After a while, he went to the convenience store nearby and bought a cup of oden, eating his late-night snack with the dozing Chicken Bro in his arms.

It was a summer night, the breeze slightly cool. After all that ghost-looping and phantom opera nonsense earlier, he didn't dare leave the lit-up areas. Moths flapped around his head, mosquitoes kept landing on him, and before he was even halfway through his oden, he'd basically turned into a human-shaped buffet for bugs.

Just as he slapped his fifth mosquito to death, he suddenly felt someone watching him.

He turned his head, alert—and under a streetlamp not far away stood a woman in a dark green dress.

Her dress and long, wavy black hair swayed gently in the night breeze, and under the bright light above her head, Zhou Yu was momentarily stunned.

Just as the woman frowned slightly and narrowed her eyes in his direction, Zhou Yu felt a sudden chill crawl over his skin.

Wait a sec... she looked kinda familiar!

"M-Master?"

Yu Yuan saw he'd finally recognized her, and the tight line of her brows relaxed a bit. She gave him a little gesture to follow.

Zhou Yu quickly wiped his mouth, set his half-finished oden to the side, and jogged after her with Chicken Bro in his arms. As he caught up, he finally noticed that the master was holding a bowl the size of a washbasin in her arms—with chopsticks in hand, too.

Zhou Yu: "..."

His future master's vibe... was kinda not what he expected.

They hadn't even walked far when the road ahead suddenly went black. The empty street from before had somehow turned back into that endless cornfield.

"!!!"

Zhou Yu didn't care if it'd annoy the master—he practically glued himself to her side, eyes darting nervously around, terrified a ghostly hand would reach out from somewhere and drag him off.

Not far from them stood a charred performance stage, the audience seats below it scorched black in places. The area around it was a mess, scattered with white joss paper, but the vicious ghosts from before were nowhere to be seen.

"Master..."

He accidentally stepped on a piece of joss paper, heart skipping a beat as he hurriedly lifted his foot.

"Why are we here?"

"To take care of the things that've been hurting people." As Yu Yuan spoke, one hand had already swept out. The chopsticks in her hand made a few quick strokes through the air, and soon, a blood-red talisman glowing with pulsing golden energy appeared, floating in midair.

The moment after, the talisman shot toward the stage, and in Zhou Yu's shocked gaze, it exploded into a burst of shrieking wails—countless vengeful spirits vanishing in a flash.

Zhou Yu: "!!!"

He knew she was the real deal—and those chopsticks definitely weren't just for eating!

His eyes lit up as he stared at them, only to see the grandmaster jab the chopsticks into the massive bowl she was carrying and scoop up a huge bite of rice.

Zhou Yu's smile froze halfway up his face: "..."

Yu Yuan absorbed the demonic energy painting that made up the haunted stage into her palm, but the rush of spiritual drain made her vision darken. She quickly shoveled another bite of food into her mouth.

Sensing Zhou Yu's look of disbelief, she raised her head from the bowl and held out her hand. "You hungry too?"

Zhou Yu had already snapped out of it and shook his head blankly.

He was just wondering... maybe instead of spiritual training, he should start by buying a homestay and learning to cook. Might help him win her over as a disciple.

About twenty minutes after Yu Yuan and Zhou Yu left, several sleek black luxury cars pulled up to the haunted area.

A stern-faced middle-aged woman stepped out first, followed by a group of young people in their twenties.

The youngest girl among them hopped off the car and turned in a slow circle, frowning as she looked down at the compass in her hand. "This is the place, right? Why isn't there anything here?"

An older woman next to her guessed, "Maybe another senior beat us to it?"

"No," said the middle-aged woman at the front, her furrowed brows deepening as she stared at the ground, still faintly laced with ghostly energy. "Our city's Celestial Master Hall has strict job divisions. No one would break the rules like that."

"Then maybe it was some rogue cultivator?"

A slightly sickly-looking young man stepped forward from behind her. His features were soft and graceful but pale, with an air of frailty. After speaking, he coughed several times in a row.

He reached out to sense the lingering aura of spiritual power in the air, his gentle, glazed-over eyes flashing with a bit of confusion.

"This level of spiritual energy... even my father couldn't leave behind something like this. Since when did a rogue cultivator this powerful show up?"

The others, hearing his comment, also reached out to sense the remaining aura. The sharp, cutting presence of spiritual energy in the air left them all silently stunned.

"If we're talking rogue cultivators... I do remember someone," said the slightly older woman suddenly.

She pulled out her phone and walked over to the middle-aged woman. "Martial Aunt, this is a metaphysics streamer who suddenly blew up today. She used to be a controversial celebrity. Here's a clip from her livestream earlier—tons of viewers are saying... they saw a ghost-loop live during the stream."

"What?"

The middle-aged woman's brow furrowed even deeper, and her face immediately darkened.

"Ordinary people can see spirits through a livestream?"

She suddenly snatched the phone out of the girl's hand.

The footage on the phone was shaky and unstable, but it was still clear that it was taken in the empty lot around them. The thing was, the same video showed two totally different scenes depending on whether you were a regular person or someone trained in the metaphysical arts.

To those in the metaphysical world, the video recorded from a first-person perspective clearly showed the entire process of the three people getting trapped in a ghost loop and being haunted.

But to ordinary people, all they saw were three people circling a car in a daze like headless chickens on a patch of empty ground, then scrambling back into the car in panic.

All credit goes to the original author
Feel free to pinpoint us if there are any grammar error or typos
Please don't use Guazi's translations to re-translate in other languages

Prev | Directory | Next