The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 55

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However, now that her revenge had been taken, what was Zhang Qing doing here instead of heading to the underworld to be reincarnated?

There were more cars stopped on the road than just theirs. Outside the partially rolled-down car window, the voices of pedestrians discussing could be heard.

"Did there just be a car accident?"

"It looks like three cars suddenly collided..."

"Where's the ambulance? Why hasn't it come yet..."

...

Zhou Yu adjusted the seat to lean away from the ghostly figure. Trembling, he asked Yu Yuan, "Master, do you think this car accident up ahead was caused by that thing?"

As if he'd heard Zhou Yu's words, Zhang Qing, who was outside, pressed herself against the glass and grinned at the driver's seat. Her head was smeared with brain matter, dripping down her face.

Yu Yuan didn't look at Zhou Yu's scrunched-up face in the driver's seat. Instead, she shook her head at Zhang Qing's ghost.

"She's only got one human life on her. She wasn't the one who caused this crash."

Zhou Yu blinked. One human life?

Before he could even ask, the master in the backseat waved toward Zhang Qing outside. In the blink of an eye, Zhou Yu felt an icy chill slice through his body. He looked up on instinct—and spotted someone new in the rearview mirror.

Zhou Yu: "!!!"

He froze. Then came Yu Yuan's voice from the back, sounding a lot more serious now.

"You didn't reincarnate?"

Zhang Qing, sitting beside Yu Yuan, was trembling nonstop. Suddenly, a jacket brimming with spiritual energy floated over and landed on her bare body.

The powerful soul inside her colleague's body glowed faintly gold, with pale eyes and a calm gaze. When she lowered her head to look down, her lazy eyes seemed to hold a whole galaxy tucked behind the clouds—mysterious and quietly brilliant.

...This wasn't the Yu Yuan she used to know.

Zhang Qing's shoulders shook. She shrank back from the overwhelming spiritual pressure and nodded without even thinking.

She heard that familiar voice above her speak again, this time laced with confusion. "Why hasn't the underworld sent anyone to guide you all to the Gates of Hell?"

She nodded again, almost reflexively, and snuck a glance up—only to see a frown forming between Yu Yuan's brows, a bit of displeasure flickering in her eyes.

"What's going on..."

Yu Yuan leaned forward, looking past Zhou Yu's shoulder and out at the chaotic crowd around the crash.

Three souls, covered in blood, stood helplessly beside the wreck. They stared in shock at the dead family of three still inside the car. The father, now just a spirit, held his daughter tightly in one arm while gripping his wife's hand with the other. Medical staff kept passing right through them like they weren't even there.

From start to finish, not a single soul collector—no Black and White Impermanence, no Ox-Head or Horse-Face—had shown up like they were supposed to.

"Weird..." Yu Yuan murmured to herself. "The bodies of that family are already being taken away. Why hasn't anyone from down below come yet..."

Almost like they'd sensed Yu Yuan's gaze, the entire family turned at the same time and locked eyes with her.

The father, still holding the child, had been hesitating. But now that he'd found someone who could actually see them, he lit up, clutching his daughter and tugging his wife as they moved toward her.

They'd barely taken a few steps when a thick black cord, about the width of a thumb, suddenly shot out and coiled tightly around the little girl's neck. The whole family instantly panicked.

Zhou Yu, still in the car, heard the back door open and scrambled to get out. But the moment one foot hit the ground, a gust of wind from his master shoved him right back into the car.

"Stay put. Something's off over there," Yu Yuan's voice carried over on the wind.

Zhou Yu landed hard in the seat again, his nose still catching that faint sandalwood scent his master always had. But even with the comforting smell, he couldn't help but tear up a little inside.

Master... did you forget there's still a ghost in this car...

In the rearview mirror, Zhang Qing peeked up at him. Their eyes met in the reflection—one human, one ghost.

One of them was convinced the other was a master of the occult and didn't dare make a move. The other was scared the ghost might drag him straight to the underworld with one swipe. For a moment, silence completely filled the car.

Yu Yuan walked quickly into the wind. The closer she got to the crash site, the thicker the smell of blood grew.

Just as she reached the family of three, a traffic officer who had been jotting down notes suddenly looked up. "Who are you? Unauthorized people aren't allowed near the scene—"

Before he could finish, his eyes met Yu Yuan's—and went completely blank. Then, like nothing had happened, he looked back down and kept writing.

The family of three was stuck in place. That black cord seemed to know the little girl was the weak spot and clung stubbornly to her neck. It only let go when Yu Yuan's glowing, spirit-infused fingers reached over. At that moment, it flinched like a mouse seeing a cat, unwillingly dropped the soul it had caught, and turned to flee.

"Trying to run?"

All traces of Yu Yuan's usual laziness vanished. With a flick of her arm, an invisible force in the air grabbed hold of the black cord and, like it knew what to do, neatly delivered it straight into her hand.

"Zzzzt..." The moment the cord hit her palm, her powerful soul energy scorched it, making a sound like hot oil sizzling in a pan.

The family of three clung tightly to each other, eyes wide as they stared at the squirming black cord in Yu Yuan's hand. The little girl, still huddled in her dad's arms, nervously touched her neck and swallowed hard.

"Master?" the father asked. He was wearing a suit and looked like a finance guy.

While his daughter hugged him tightly, he held his wife and kid close too.

He was clearly confused by everything happening, but after what he'd just seen, calling this young woman in front of them "Master" felt like the safest bet.

Yu Yuan closed her hand tighter, and the black cord thrashed even harder in her palm. The sizzling sound grew sharper, more intense. When it finally stopped, the cord had melted into a puddle of black liquid, which she wiped off her hand with visible disgust.

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