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

Chapter 277 - 278: Human-Faced Sore

An eerie smoke swirled around his body, and the dense clusters of human faces were now contorted in agony.

Many of the faces that had already grown facial features opened their mouths and let out agonized wails.

The man, as if unable to bear it, began rolling frantically on the ground.

"Stop! Make it stop, Master! It hurts so much! My whole body hurts so much!!"

[OMG, I’m scared to death. I’ve never seen anything so intense in my life. This is way scarier than a ghost.]

[I mean, if I ran into a ghost, at least I’d know to run. But with a skin disease like this? I think I’d just kill myself on the spot. I wouldn’t want to scare anyone else.]

[This made me shudder. It’s seriously scarier than any ghost.]

The blood-red smoke began to thicken, enveloping his body.

But the most bizarre thing was that the smoke seemed to seek out his pores, slowly burrowing into his body.

This strange scene startled the man again. As the smoke seeped into him, the faces on his body let out even more wretched screams.

The shrieks carried outside, and even the worshippers couldn’t help but feel a chill of fear.

The sounds were just too horrifying, and they traveled too far.

The man’s mouth gaped open as he roared, the veins on his face bulging as if they might burst.

"It hurts so much! Master! Please, just let me be! I don’t want the treatment anymore! I don’t want it!!!"

Overwhelmed by the immense pain, the man clutched his head, desperately trying to escape the room.

But strangely, the smoke seemed to target only him, pouring in ceaselessly.

It was just a small piece of talisman paper, yet it had been burning for a full five minutes.

Not until the very last corner of the talisman paper had burned away...

...did the man find a sliver of relief.

But even so, he was drenched in sweat, and the veins on his forehead were still bulging.

It was a clear sign of his agony. Sweat had already soaked his hair. He lay on the ground, clutching his head and mumbling in pain.

"No more treatment! No more!!"

But Su Nian’s method was also remarkably effective.

The faces on his body had begun to fade, leaving behind only round, faceless shapes.

The facial features on these visages had vanished, but they left numerous round, face-shaped scars on the man’s body.

[Damn, if that were me, I’d refuse the treatment. That looks incredibly painful.]

[Refuse? My god, this thing is fatal! You’d refuse?]

[Worst case, you just live your life as a freak.]

[I think you guys are being way too naive, thinking you can just live with it forever if you don’t get it treated. I’m telling you, if he stops, all those faces will probably end up growing right off his body.]

[Right, right! I think that’s possible, too. And did you guys not see? Those faces can make sounds! What if they actually crawl out of his body?]

The live-stream comments were filled with all sorts of bizarre discussions, but the man in front of them looked as if he only had a single breath left in him.

He lay sprawled on the ground without any regard for his appearance, his black shirt having been pushed up long ago.

This revealed arms covered in faces. Even his shoes had been torn by his scratching, a testament to how much pain he had just endured.

And most disturbingly, one could still make out that his feet, too, were covered in a dense layer of human faces.

[I seriously have trypophobia. This is terrifying!]

[So disgusting. If that were me, I’d probably be willing to chop off my own arms and legs!!]

[I’m so grossed out, I feel like I’m going to puke!]

[My arms and legs have gone weak, okay? What is this freaky thing?]

Su Nian looked at the man, then burned another piece of talisman paper in a cup, turning it into talisman ash water.

"Drink it."

Su Nian held the cup out to the man.

The man had no strength left. He struggled up from the floor, his hands still trembling as he mumbled.

"No more treatment. I want to go home!"

But his hand honestly took the cup from Su Nian.

[His mouth says no, but his body is being very honest.]

[He’s probably still in pain and hasn’t recovered yet, right?]

He carefully took a sip from the cup.

The pain continued, but now he was able to endure it a little better.

His back was drenched in sweat, and the face on the back of his head had closed its eyes, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

"Master, how long will this treatment take? How many more sessions like this will there be? I’m really scared of dying, but can you make it a little gentler? I’m just so terrified!"

The man’s voice trembled. He carefully touched the back of his own head, feeling the presence of the face there.

Su Nian nodded, casually glancing up at him.

"Don’t worry. Rest assured, I’ll treat you properly."

Perhaps because the pain hadn’t fully subsided, the man’s hands were still shaking. After a long moment, he seemed to steel himself and ask a question.

"Master! What exactly is this? What on earth is happening to my body?"

Su Nian had already been planning to explain it to him, so when he asked, she got straight to the point.

"What you have is called a Human-Faced Sore. To put it simply, you were extremely unlucky. The person in that grave you mentioned happened to die from this very same malevolent affliction."

"This affliction originates from a type of ghost. This ghost has far too many mouths, tongues, and eyes. It loves to use its eyes and ears to pry into others’ privacy and its mouths to spread that information everywhere. As a result, its body grows one curious human face after another."

"The fate of such a ghost is usually tragic. After death, if it wants to be reincarnated or simply dissipate, its only option is to find a substitute."

"And the way it finds a substitute is for some unlucky person to be seen, heard, or touched by it!"

[The thought of a ghost silently following you, just wanting to make you its substitute, is so creepy.]

"So, if someone unintentionally comes into contact with it, the ghost will watch the substitute with its eyes and grow its own facial features on the substitute’s body. It turns this poor soul into its host."

"The ghost then parasitizes this unlucky person bit by bit. When the victim’s body is completely covered in faces, that is the moment of their death."

"And it’s quite clear that the person buried in the grave you encountered must have been someone who had Human-Faced Sores. After he died, his soul lingered around his grave. You just happened to come along, and so you became the substitute he chose."

"Then what should I do? Will it come looking for me again?"

Although he was a little dazed by the explanation, the man quickly grasped the main point. Could this problem be solved once and for all?

Su Nian nodded. "From now on, you must remember: do not look carelessly, do not listen carelessly, and do not speak carelessly."

"If you violate any one of these rules, the faces will begin to grow back all over your body."

[Damn, that’s harsh. Can’t look, can’t listen, can’t speak. My god, what kind of freedom is that in life?]