The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife-Chapter 94 - 0: This world has ghosts

"No need to thank me, it’s the intention of the fans. Thank you for bringing us so many wonderful film and television works."

Jiang Nuo chatted with them for a while, and after learning that they were a newlywed couple and hearing their story of how they met, he laughed and said, "I never expected to also play matchmaker. Wishing you a harmonious union, long-lasting love, and a happy new marriage!"

"Can we take a photo together?" Qin Qin asked opportunistically.

"Of course, consider it a wedding gift for you."

When taking the photo, Jiang Nuo naturally didn’t forget to bring his wife along, even sneaking a kiss on her in front of the camera, causing her to blush and glare at him again.

The photographer, Lu Mingchen, once again felt like the odd one out. He couldn’t keep living like this; he needed to find a girlfriend!

"Can I post it on my social media after I get off the plane?" Qin Qin, who had the photo and signature in hand, couldn’t hide her happiness.

"Sure, I’ll post it too," Jiang Nuo chuckled mischievously, "Showing off!"

"Hehehe... This time, I’m going to show off too."

Lu Mingchen felt like he had taken a thousand damage points.

While the group was talking, Mu Qiuniang somehow (secretly using a silver brush) found a few red threads and her fingers wove them like a butterfly weaving flowers.

Before long, a pair of exquisite and beautiful Peace Knots appeared in her hand.

"For you, to keep you safe." Mu Qiuniang handed them to the couple.

"Thank you!" Song Weiming and Qin Qin’s eyes lit up immediately, as these were personally woven by their goddess, right in front of them.

Wow! The fans would be so jealous of them!!!!!!!

"I definitely have to take a photo and post it on social media to make them envious," Qin Qin said.

"You can take a photo, but make sure to wear it these few days."

"Yes, yes, yes. We’ll definitely wear them." Qin Qin directly tied the Peace Knots onto the couple’s wrists, one large, one small, just right.

She smiled and said, "These are our couple bracelets, goddess edition, one of a kind."

At this time, Song Weiming and Qin Qin had no idea that a few days later, this pair of peace charms would literally save their lives.

That day, after rewatching Jiang Nuo’s movie, it was already 11:00 PM.

Song Weiming said, "Do you want to get some late-night snacks?"

Qin Qin said, "Honey, haven’t you noticed I’ve gained a whole inch around my waist?"

"It’s fine, it feels just right, it’s a benefit for your husband."

Qin Qin scoffed, "Admit it, are you doing it on purpose?"

Song Weiming laughed, "Of course, I’ve planned it all along, concerning the benefits for me."

As he spoke, he playfully pinched her waist.

Qin Qin raised an eyebrow, "Should I accuse you of being indecent?"

"Isn’t it natural for a husband to take advantage of his wife?"

The couple was playing sweetly, unaware of how late it was; there were no pedestrians visible on the street.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew from behind.

"Hiss..." Qin Qin, wearing a dress, shivered, "Honey, don’t you feel it’s especially cold?"

"It is a bit. I clearly remember the weather report said it would be hot these days..." Despite saying so, Song Weiming quickly removed his jacket and wrapped it around his wife.

"When is the weather report ever accurate?" Qin Qin naturally enjoyed her husband’s care.

"Atchoo—" Song Weiming sneezed.

"You’re already sneezing from the cold. Shouldn’t you wear the jacket yourself?" Qin Qin was about to take off the jacket for him when they both felt something was off behind them.

They turned around and saw the whole street was eerily quiet, with the wind blowing in from the far end, sweeping up a circle of fallen leaves.

"Whoosh..."

Song Weiming and Qin Qin both shivered.

So cold!

"Look, is there someone over there?" Qin Qin, sharp-eyed, pointed towards a distant street lamp.

Song Weiming looked over and saw a woman with long black hair covering her from head to toe. They couldn’t see her face, perhaps due to the shadows, but she looked eerie and a bit frightening.

"I feel something’s wrong, we should head back to the hotel," Qin Qin suggested.

Song Weiming held her shoulder and replied softly, "Mm."

However, the moment they took a step, they suddenly noticed someone appearing just a meter away from them. And that person was none other than the eerie woman they had seen earlier?!

"Ah..." Qin Qin was startled, "How did you get in front of us?"

The moment she spoke, the couple’s eyes widened in terror, for they saw that the woman had no face?!

A ghost?!

Does this world really have ghosts?!

Suddenly, they felt their materialistic worldview shatter.

"Run!" Song Weiming’s first terrified reaction was—to grab Qin Qin and run.

The ghost, seeing them run, howled in rage, "Ahhhh... Ahhhh..."

With her twisted legs, she chased after them.

Don’t be fooled by her inflexible gait and slow legs; her speed was the opposite. Each step of hers was equivalent to four or five of theirs, relentlessly closing in.

Qin Qin, wearing high heels, couldn’t run fast. After just a few steps, she almost twisted her ankle. Fortunately, she was wearing pumps, which she directly took off to run barefoot.

Compared to life, elegance or image didn’t matter at all.

Song Weiming looked back from time to time and suddenly realized the ghost was gone. As he was about to feel relieved, he was shocked to find the ghost had reappeared in front of them?!

"Let’s run this way."

Without a second thought, Song Weiming pulled Qin Qin into a nearby alley.

After several twists and turns, Song Weiming didn’t know where they had ended up. Although the ghost was unseen, their situation didn’t seem much better; the streetlights around them were flickering and went off.

On both sides of the street were thick trees, behind which some houses and dark corners could be seen vaguely.

It always felt like the ghost could pop out from any corner at any moment.

"Honey, I’m so scared..." Qin Qin clung tightly to Song Weiming’s hand; she didn’t even know when she lost the jacket, her thin dress was blown cold by the night wind, and her feet were hurt by small debris from running, but none of that compared to the fear in her heart.

"Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid!" Song Weiming, all the while alertly watching the surroundings, held her tighter and comforted, "Your husband is here, your husband will protect you!"

But how could he comfort her?

If it were just a couple of small crooks, he could use his years of Taekwondo training to fight them off, but dealing with this unscientific supernatural event, what could he do?

He wasn’t a Ghost Hunter Master.

Damn!

If he had known there were ghosts in this world, he would have prayed to gods and offered sacrifices to wear a bunch of amulets, rather than being so helpless now.

Wait, an amulet?

Song Weiming recalled a few days ago, on the plane, when the goddess had given them the "Peace Knot." At that time, the goddess had solemnly told them to wear it for the following days.

Could it be that the goddess had known something like this would happen?