Chapter 467 - 476: Fishing Up a Ghost
The smile hadn’t even fully faded from the old man’s face when he heard Su Nian’s words. His expression instantly turned pale, and he looked at her coldly.
He felt a flicker of displeasure. He’d been watching Su Nian’s livestreams recently but didn’t know about her past.
He just thought she was a Mystic Master with a bit of skill, but you never knew what was real or fake online.
He was more inclined to believe what the comments in the chat said: she had some skill, but not much.
So, deep down, the old man believed she definitely had shills propping her up. But now, she’d just opened her mouth and made such a shameless claim.
The old man’s temper flared instantly. He actually believed in this stuff; otherwise, he wouldn’t have spent money to have Su Nian read his fortune.
But for Su Nian to say he would encounter a ghost in this situation...
His mood soured. ’Could it be just like what people online say? Is this streamer deliberately using an old man like me, making up wild stories to make herself look like an expert?’
’Nothing’s even happened, and she’s just putting on this whole spooky act.’
The more the old man thought about it, the more he felt he’d figured out the truth. ’Would a real Mystic Master even need to livestream?’
’If she were a real master, she’d probably be overwhelmed with people seeking her out for readings. Why would she need to solicit customers online?’
[How vicious can you get?]
[How could she just say something like that?]
[The old man is so old, and you’re here spouting nonsense.]
[Just as expected of a murderer. She has no scruples. The moment she opens her mouth, it’s all lies!]
[Already reported her. You’re welcome!]
The old man snorted coldly, his grip on the fishing rod nearly failing.
"You’re just a young girl. How can you spout such nonsense?"
"I’ve never done anything to feel guilty about, so what you’re saying must be fake. Besides, I’m an old hand at fishing. You think I can’t tell the difference between a fish and a ghost?"
As the old man spoke, ripples once again appeared on the lake’s surface.
The old man pointed at the lake and retorted, "Look! If it’s not a fish, why would the water be moving? And besides, if it were a ghost, how could it be reeled in so easily?"
The more he spoke, the more agitated he became. The faint smile from before was now replaced by a cold, angry expression. He felt that Su Nian was cursing him without reason.
Su Nian didn’t argue. She simply propped her chin on her hand and watched him.
Her already profound eyes now seemed even calmer, without a single ripple. She just stared quietly at the lake on the screen.
Even in the darkness of the night, one could clearly see ripples spreading across the lake, one after another, as if a large fish were thrashing about beneath the surface.
Those profound eyes made the old man, who had been on the verge of cursing her out, suddenly unable to speak.
The viewers in the livestream, however, didn’t feel Su Nian’s imposing presence and continued their verbal assault.
[What kind of ghost can be reeled in by someone? That’s hilarious.]
[That’s a name-brand fishing rod, not a ghost-summoning fishing rod. Catching a ghost? It’s not as easy as you make it sound!]
[Sigh, I can’t watch this anymore. It’s getting more and more ridiculous. Nothing she says has any proof!]
[All she does is spout nonsense!]
[Trying to get famous by spouting nonsense? I don’t think that’s going to work!]
But Su Nian’s die-hard fans kept refuting the claims.
[Our Heavenly Venerable Bailian has been famous for ages, okay?]
[Aren’t all these fortune-telling streamers just copying her?]
[When she got famous, you guys were nowhere to be seen!]
Her true fans had always been influenced by Su Nian and knew that negative speech would affect their own karma.
So, most of the time, they were very restrained, not wanting to accumulate bad karma. But seeing people slander Su Nian now, they couldn’t hold back and posted a few rebuttals.
But Su Nian paid no attention to the arguments in the chat.
Instead, she watched the rippling surface of the lake, her focus deepening.
In her eyes, dangling from the end of that exquisite fishing rod was the pale, ghastly corpse of a woman.