Huo Ning slightly furrowed her brows.  

She added, “That day, it was Zhou Man’s husband who was driving. Midway, the car’s brakes failed, and it crashed head-on into an oncoming truck. Zhou Man died with her unborn child—two lives lost at once.”  

“And her husband is still lying in the hospital, unconscious.”  

[What a tragic family. A perfectly good family ruined just like that.]  

[Tragic my ass! She deserved it for being a mistress! The real victim here is the wife!]  

[That wife is an absolute legend. I’m totally sold on Thai dark magic charms now. If my husband ever cheats, I’m doing the same thing!]  

[May all mistresses who get pregnant end up like Zhou Man—losing both their lives and destroying their families. Zhou Man’s fate is their future!]  

[And now the host brings the mistress here to confront her? Oh my god, is she a mistress too? Disgusting. Unfollowing!]  

Huo Ning happened to see this comment as she casually scrolled through the barrage.  

She rolled her eyes. “Were you hiding under their bed or something? How can you be so sure she was a mistress?”  

“The photos Yu Qingxue saw were all photoshopped by a male colleague from the same department as Zhou Man. He was jealous of her because her performance and skills were better than his, so he wanted to use Yu Qingxue’s hand to drive Zhou Man out.”  

Who could have guessed that Yu Qingxue’s heart would be so cruel?  

Over such a petty reason, a young life was lost.  

A once-happy family was destroyed.  

At this point, Huo Ning curled her lips mockingly.  

“That male colleague’s name is Wu Xin. Guilty and afraid of retribution, he even held a ritual after Zhou Man’s death to trap her soul on the tree-lined road where she died.”  

[Damn it! What a fucking scumbag! Go to hell!]  

[Isn’t that just what you women deserve? Why can’t you just stay home and take care of your husbands and kids instead of competing with men in the workplace? Just the karma of workplace ‘goddesses.’]  

[Screenshot taken and sent to your mutuals. That person who always interacts with you in your comments—she’s your girlfriend, right? She’s already read my message!]  

[I’m the one who always interacts with him. To be precise, he’s now my ex.]  

[Fuck you! You bitches just can’t stand to see me happy. Baby, I’m sorry, please let me explain! Don’t block me!]  

[What a joy to witness the most satisfying story of the year live in this stream. I feel refreshed—thanks!]  

[Don’t derail the topic! Host, I want to know—have Yu Qingxue and Wu Xin gotten their karma yet?!]

Huo Ning shook her head.  

“The photoshopping rumor-spreader Wu Xin not only got a promotion and a raise, but his parents also set him up with a well-off girlfriend. Soon, they’ll get engaged, marry, and have a son.”  

“As for Yu Qingxue, she’s been relying on folk remedies and taking medicine lately.”  

“If nothing unexpected happens, she’ll get pregnant before the New Year, finally earning her in-laws’ approval.”  

[What the hell! How is this fair?!]  

[That’s just how reality is—the perpetrators live freely in wealth and comfort, while the victims either die without peace or live on in suffering.]  

Zhou Man’s pitch-black eyes gradually turned blood-red.  

The mournful howl of the wind echoed in her ears as she let out a hoarse, guttural wail, her resentment surging like a storm.  

Huo Ning narrowed her eyes.  

Zhou Man had leveled up.  

She had transformed from an ordinary vengeful spirit into a full-fledged wrathful ghost.  

Even the ghostly infant she held in her arms had grown exponentially in power.  

Zhou Man had originally thought her death was just an accident.  

Though she had resentment, most of it was directed at her own bad luck.  

But now, she learned from Huo Ning that her death was actually the result of something so absurd and ridiculous.  

How could she swallow this injustice?!  

Zhou Man’s spirit flickered.  

She refused to accept this!  

Her eyes were pools of darkness, her ghostly aura thick as she hissed, **”I’m going to kill them!”**  

Seeing her expression, Huo Ning sighed softly.  

“Go ahead. Your grudge is too deep—if you don’t vent this rage, this hatred will follow you for lifetimes.”  

[? So the host is supporting a ghost killing people? What kind of messed-up morals are these? I’m calling the police!]  

[Go ahead, call them. What exactly are you planning to tell the cops?]  

[Hey, Mr. “Call-the-Police,” ghosts can teleport, so… watch your back!]  

The moment the outraged netizen who threatened to call the police pressed the number “1” on his phone, an oil painting on his wall suddenly crashed to the floor with a loud BANG!

He jolted upright in bed, terrified, and in the mirror, a pale figure flickered past.  

He pissed himself on the spot.  

“I was wrong! I’ll never threaten to call the cops again!”  

“Ghost sis, please—take your revenge on the people who deserve it, don’t come after me!”

Trembling, he quickly deleted the screen recording from his phone and left another comment in the chat.  

[Wuwuwu, I was wrong! A word of warning, guys—don’t even think about calling the police! This ghost sis will track you down through the internet!]  

[LOL, buddy, you’re the only one who even considered calling the cops.]  

[Yu Qingxue and that Wu Xin bastard deserve to die! I’ll be pissed if they don’t!]  

[OMG, guys—I thought Song Tingting looked familiar earlier, so I did a quick search. Guess what I found?!]  

[Tsk tsk, don’t let her holier-than-thou act fool you—she’s the industry bicycle! I’ve got tons of her “videos” saved in my cloud drive!]  

[Kind soul, slide into my DMs with those. Thanks.]  

Huo Ning’s brows furrowed tightly.  

“Watch your mouths when commenting. Don’t just throw around ugly words—once you’ve sowed that karma, no one can save you!”  

Huang Xiu and her daughter were also watching the livestream on their phones and frowned at the comments.  

Lin Shuangshuang gave Song Tingting a conflicted look before shooting a disgusted glare at the chat.  

Though she was furious that Song Tingting had nearly gotten her killed, as a woman, she still felt sickened by the vile rhetoric flooding the comments.  

“These absolute scum! Not satisfied with spreading lies about living women, they even drag ghosts into it?!”  

Song Tingting’s spirit wavered unsteadily. Her already pallid face turned even ghastlier upon hearing those words.  

A ghost’s body was naturally cold—but right now, she felt as if she’d been thrown into an icy abyss, a bone-deep chill seeping into her very being.

The next moment, she floated in front of Huo Ning and knelt before her as a spirit.  

“Master, I beg you—help me. I want revenge. I want to kill Zheng Yunfan!”  

“I know I’ve killed people, that my sins are heavy, and I’m willing to accept punishment. But I can’t bear the thought of those who harmed me walking free!”  

“I’ve tried to get close to Zheng Yunfan before, but I couldn’t reach him. Master, please, I’m begging you—help me!”  

Lin Shuangshuang stared at her for a long time before finally asking, “So when you tried to possess my body earlier, to find a replacement… was it also to get a chance to approach Zheng Yunfan and take revenge?”  

Song Tingting fell silent for a moment, then nodded.  

“I’m sorry. I know what I did was wrong, but I had no other choice.”  

Lin Shuangshuang sighed.  

“Can I ask… what exactly happened to you?”  

Song Tingting’s face instantly turned even paler.  

[LMAO, as if she’d dare say it!]  

[The industry bicycle—she’s slept with so many men, slandered Zheng Yunfan while alive, and now she won’t even rest in death!]  

[I see now. This is all just an act to target Zheng Yunfan, isn’t it?]  

[Props to the host for digging up this washed-up industry bicycle’s ghost. Too bad we’ve all seen the receipts. Who doesn’t have an HD uncensored video of her at this point?]  

Lin Shuangshuang’s expression darkened when she saw that comment.  

The way she looked at Song Tingting suddenly carried a complicated mix of pity.  

“Never mind. Don’t say anything.”  

Song Tingting clenched her fists, her ghostly aura thickening.  

She took a deep breath, her slender frame trembling faintly.  

“No. I’m already dead. I have nothing left to fear.”