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

Chapter 402: Chapter 404: Flowers of the Motherland

The very air seemed to freeze in that instant. In the dead silence, the woman trembled.

She didn’t dare utter a single word, her trembling gaze fixed on the kitchen knife in Su Nian’s hand as she carefully gulped.

She carefully averted her gaze, trying to come up with an excuse.

"I... It was all an accident..."

But before she could finish, the kitchen knife pressed against her skin, tilting her chin up.

"How about you curse me one more time?"

"I wouldn’t dare! I wouldn’t dare! I didn’t do it on purpose! Don’t blame me, don’t blame me! It was all an order from above!"

The Heavenly Dao wanted to obliterate Su Nian, but it couldn’t act directly, so it simply had these ghostly things do its dirty work for it.

Su Nian snorted. ’How ridiculous. Every world has its own Heavenly Dao, but this one, and only this one, always gives me a strange, twisted feeling.’

’It’s supposed to be a human world, yet these inexplicable monsters are always popping up. A few here and there would be one thing, but lately, I’ve noticed them appearing more and more frequently.’

’These monsters are unbelievably strange, too. They’re like psychopaths—they don’t dare fight back against those who can actually hurt them, but they’re utterly vicious and cruel when dealing with the weak.’

But Su Nian, who weighed a little over ninety pounds, had a hundred pounds’ worth of rebellious bones in her body.

At this moment, her defiance toward the Heavenly Dao had reached its absolute peak—and that wasn’t even counting the mission her system had just issued.

Su Nian’s lips curled into a grin. "If you won’t let me live in peace, then none of us will!"

She narrowed her eyes, a strange, crazed light glinting within them.

Her fingers twitched. Just as she was about to strike, the scene shifted again.

This time, she appeared in a dim, gray room filled with desks and chairs. It looked like a classroom.

The scene was incredibly lifelike. Su Nian could see a steaming cup on a desk and a book that had just been opened. It was all far too real.

Su Nian narrowed her eyes, surveying her surroundings.

The viewers in her stream, however, were starting to panic.

[What the hell is going on?]

[Why does the scene keep changing every few seconds?]

[Streamer, what is this? What are you doing?]

[Everyone said the streamer was incredible, and I’m definitely seeing it now, but can’t we go back to a normal broadcast?]

A Daoist who understood the situation chimed in to explain.

[It’s not that she doesn’t want to go back to normal, it’s that she can’t. These ghosts... they’re being controlled!]

Su Nian glanced around. Everything was perfectly normal—so normal that it was unsettling.

She looked down at her hands. They were slender but calloused. She was wearing a blue school uniform.

The clamor of a sports field reached her ears. She followed the sound and saw a well-built man leading a group of students through warm-up exercises.

The students paid him no mind, snickering to themselves as they broke into small groups to chat.

But the moment they saw Su Nian, they perked up.

"Look, the garbage girl’s here!"

’Picking up trash?’

Su Nian’s brow furrowed at the comment, but before she could say anything, the students swarmed around her.

"Hey, done collecting your trash for the day?"

"Decided not to secretly pick up trash in the classroom today?"

"I even saved some bottles for you! Don’t you want them?"

A cacophony of malicious voices swirled around Su Nian, hemming her in.

The well-built man’s shouts cut through the noise.

"Get back in line! Have you no discipline at all?"

His shouts were laced with anger, but the students completely ignored him, pressing in closer.

The boy leading the group wore a sleazy smile as he mockingly pinched Su Nian’s chin.

"Well now, take a look. This little garbage collector is actually pretty cute."

He then reached out and patted Su Nian’s cheek. Several of the other boys roared with nasty laughter.

Su Nian’s eyes curved into crescents as well, a strange, eerie smile spreading across her face.

’And these are supposed to be the "flowers of our nation"?’

’Don’t worry. I have no intention of going easy on them.’

Still smiling, she gently reached out and patted the boy’s cheek. Then, she clenched her fist, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him clean off his feet.

As everyone watched, she casually released her grip, letting him crash to the ground.