Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling

Chapter 228 - 229: Big Squash

[Okay, he’s kinda hot! Who’s with me?]

[Ahhh! The domineering female CEO vibes!]

[Besides being able to rip ghosts apart with her bare hands, the Heavenly Venerate’s beauty is a killer attack on its own!]

"Huh?"

Zhang Yang’s heart leaped into his throat when he heard that. For a moment, he suspected he’d misheard her.

But then, Su Nian tossed a white towel at him, pulled out a bottle of makeup remover, and finally placed a bottle of mineral water on the table.

Su Nian spoke nonchalantly, "Take off your makeup. The smell on you is making me sick."

"Huh?"

Zhang Yang trembled. He had always remembered his grandfather’s warning never to remove his makeup. He even had to set an alarm to wake up in the middle of the night to reapply it.

"Hurry up. Don’t waste my time."

Su Nian’s tone was impatient. Zhang Yang couldn’t help but shiver again. ’This feels so unreliable...’ he thought.

But recalling what his grandfather had said before he came, he steeled himself and painstakingly began to remove the makeup.

Before he started, though, he made sure to take out the bottle of perfume. If the ghost really showed up and this Master couldn’t handle it, he could quickly spray the perfume to save his own life.

"Master, you absolutely have to save me!"

Unable to resist one last plea, Zhang Yang started removing his makeup.

He had wanted to get rid of this ghastly look for ages, but he was just too scared. After so many days under the heavy makeup, his face had broken out in pimples.

Now, wiping it all off bit by bit, he felt not just nervousness and fear, but also an indescribable sense of relief.

It wasn’t until he also used a scent neutralizer that he felt a sudden chill, as if something had its eyes on him.

Su Nian had been watching him the whole time. The moment his scent began to fade, a thick stench of rot suddenly intensified.

"I’ve found you..."

A hoarse voice, tinged with a child’s playful tone, echoed through the room.

[What’s that sound?]

[Is that the Mirror Ghost?]

[This ghost might actually be powerful. That voice alone is terrifying!]

[Am I the only one who noticed how handsome Zhang Yang is? Even with the pimples on his forehead, he’s seriously good-looking!]

[Cut it out, you thirsty fools!]

Just hearing the voice made Zhang Yang curl into a ball. His first instinct was to grab the perfume from the table, frantically preparing to spray himself.

"Hehehe, don’t bother spraying that. I’ve already found you. You can’t hide..."

"Hehehe..."

The Evil Ghost’s laughter was sinister, enough to make one’s skin crawl.

At the same time, a figure appeared. Its face was identical to Zhang Yang’s, except for a sunken patch in the middle. Its body was a filthy, bloody mass.

The body and head were extremely mismatched, creating a bizarre sight.

The strange entity grinned viciously and moved toward Zhang Yang. Seeing him cowering in despair only made it more smug.

But it didn’t even get to gloat for three seconds before Su Nian’s fist caved its head in.

THWACK!

The hair-raising laughter stopped dead, as if a duck had suddenly been grabbed by the neck.

"Idiot~~~" Su Nian’s airy voice, like a specter’s summons, whispered from behind the Mirror Ghost. "Didn’t you see your daddy here?"

The Mirror Ghost, caught completely off guard by the massive blow, quickly recovered. Its first move was to rally and, with another vicious grin, lock onto a new target.

Only this time, it was looking at Su Nian.

"Hehehe... You have to die too! You have to die!!!"

But Su Nian was no pushover. She casually rolled her wrist, gathered her strength, and threw another punch.

"Screw you!"

The Mirror Ghost’s already caved-in face was now dented in another spot.

Now, the face that so closely resembled Zhang Yang’s was a lumpy, twisted mess, looking just like a bumpy squash.