38: Chapter 38 Master, do ghosts really exist in this world?

Su Yun looked at the delivery guy, who was so excited he was practically jumping, his face still maintaining that inscrutable arc of a smile.

He nodded slightly, hiding the heavy bag of braised chicken rice in his hand behind his back; this thing really ruined a Master's aura.

"Shh."

Su Yun held up a finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.

"Low profile, keep it low profile."

The delivery guy quickly covered his mouth and nodded vigorously, looking like an agent who had just received a secret mission.

But his eyes were still shining as he scrambled to pull his phone from his pocket, his hands trembling as he opened the camera.

"M-Master, can we take a photo together? I'm your die-hard fan! I finished watching the live stream where you caught the grave robbers just now, it was so awesome!"

Su Yun cooperated extremely well, striking a standard "Master at work" pose.

His back was straight, his chin slightly raised, and his eyes carried a hint of compassion for the world.

Click.

The photo was taken.

The delivery guy looked at the photo on his phone, grinning from ear to ear, bowing and thanking him repeatedly before leaving, looking back every few steps.

Su Yun watched him enter the elevator before turning around to close the door.

Click, it locked.

That aura of being an otherworldly expert immediately dissipated completely.

Su Yun threw the takeout bag onto the table, plopped down onto the squeaky old chair, and opened the lid; the rich, savory aroma immediately wafted into his nose.

"Acting cool is hard work too."

He complained while picking up the braised egg and biting off half of it in one go.

So delicious.

Is this the price of fame? Even eating takeout requires maintaining a facade.

Su Yun shook his head, finished his dinner in no time, patted his slightly fuller stomach, and lay down on the hard bed to start thinking about tomorrow.

This dump of a place was no longer livable.

Not only was the soundproofing poor, but now that his address was exposed, who knew if a bunch of people wanting fortune-telling or influencers looking to ride his coattails would be squatting at his door tomorrow.

Since he had money now, he should treat himself better.

...

Early the next morning.

Su Yun dragged out his shabby suitcase.

A few changes of clothes, a computer for streaming, and that precious system panel—this was all his worldly possessions.

"Time to go."

Su Yun threw the keys onto the table and walked out of the basement he had lived in for two years without looking back.

The sunlight outside was a bit harsh, but he found it exceptionally comfortable.

Su Yun didn't shortchange himself, either; he took a taxi straight to the most high-end agency in the city center.

In just one afternoon, he had sorted out his new living arrangements.

Jinxiu Jiangnan.

This was a well-known high-end residential complex in the city, with security as tight as a military base; not even a fly could get in without a pass.

The landscaping was excellent, with rockeries, flowing water, pavilions, and towers that were pleasing to the eye.

The apartment Su Yun rented was a furnished two-bedroom unit on the sixteenth floor.

Large floor-to-ceiling windows, genuine leather sofa, central air conditioning, and a bed so soft you could sink into it.

Standing on the balcony, he could see half the city's scenery.

This was what you called living.

Su Yun took a deep breath, feeling as if the moldy air in his lungs had been purified quite a bit.

But that wasn't all.

Since he wanted to be a top-tier figure in metaphysics, his streaming background couldn't be too shabby or too modern.

He ordered an antique-style folding screen online and went to the antique market to hunt for a piece of calligraphy.

It had four big characters written on it: The Way Follows Nature.

The calligraphy was average; it was mainly the seal that looked intimidating.

Su Yun hung it directly behind his streaming spot and adjusted the lighting.

The warm yellow light hitting the calligraphy, combined with the folding screen, made his aura as an otherworldly expert skyrocket.

Everything was ready.

The time reached six in the evening.

Su Yun sat on the expensive ergonomic chair, adjusted the camera angle to ensure the four characters were perfectly in frame.

Then, he clicked "Start Streaming."

In that instant, it was like opening the floodgates.

The number of viewers in the stream jumped from zero, and in just ten seconds, the number in the top left corner became a terrifying "100k+."

The comments on the screen were so dense they blurred into a white line; it was impossible to see what anyone was saying.

The server clearly lagged for a moment, and the screen spun before returning to normal.

"First!"

"The missing person has returned!"

"Master! What happened to the grave robbers from yesterday? Were they sentenced?"

"Master Su, look at me! I want to have your babies!"

"Begging to hug your thigh! I'm not asking for a fortune telling, I just want to ask if Master needs a thigh accessory?"

Su Yun looked at the frantically scrolling comments, his expression remaining very calm.

He picked up the teacup beside him and took a gentle sip.

This tea was just ordinary jasmine tea, but in this atmosphere, he managed to drink it like it was Da Hong Pao.

"Good evening, everyone."

Su Yun put down the teacup, his voice steady, transmitting to every viewer's ears through the microphone.

"Same old rules: no idle chatter, no fortune-telling for those without fate."

"Let's go straight to the Lucky Bag."

There was no opening pleasantry, no nonsense about thanking the top donor.

Su Yun clicked his finger, and a red Lucky Bag icon immediately popped up on the screen.

This simple and crude style actually made the viewers in the stream even more excited.

This was the demeanor of a Master!

Treating money like dirt, only helping those destined!

The three-minute countdown ended.

The Lucky Bag draw was revealed.

The winner's ID was "Pure Foolishness."

Seeing this name, the corner of Su Yun's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Young people these days were becoming more and more self-aware when picking names.

The connection was established.

The screen split in two.

The image on the right shook a few times, and then a deathly pale face appeared.

It was a male student who looked to be in his early twenties, with a background typical of a university dorm with beds above desks.

The boy had two huge dark circles under his eyes, deep eye sockets, and dry lips; he looked as if he had been drained of all vitality by something.

His eyes were unfocused, and he looked terrified, as if he hadn't recovered from a shock.

"M-Master..."

Zhang Wei's voice was trembling, as if there was a lump of phlegm stuck in his throat.

Su Yun looked at his appearance and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"This friend named 'Pure Foolishness,' no need to be nervous."

"Since you were drawn, it's fate."

"Tell me, what do you want to calculate?"

Zhang Wei swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked behind him as if confirming something wasn't there, and then lowered his voice, asking mysteriously:

"Master, I just want to ask one question."

"Does a ghost... really exist in this world?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the comments in the stream exploded.

"WTF? Getting straight to the juicy stuff?"

"Looking at the little brother's complexion, his forehead is dark—he definitely ran into a ghost!"

"Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony... protecting the comments!"

"Don't scare me, I'm home alone!"

Su Yun didn't answer directly, but instead asked back: "Why do you ask that?"