The news of Professor Wang’s mysterious disappearance had spread throughout the entire hospital, causing countless people to worry.

It was said that his wife and grandson had died on Bus Number 18. There were rumors that he seemed to have been looking for that bus, and he might have ended up on a hearse himself.

The tourist glanced at the huge bus up ahead that said ‘No. 18’, then at the man who looked very similar to Professor Wang in terms of clothing and temperament, and felt that something was a little strange.

On the other hand, Professor Wang was not afraid of being discovered. Ever since the number of people visiting the park increased, he took the initiative to suggest to An Rugu that they hide their true appearance and give them a new faces.

An Rugu then cast an illusion on every member of the haunted house, making them look completely different from before.

“Really? What a coincidence!” Professor Wang smiled.

Seeing that he was calm and composed, the tourist suppressed his doubts and looked at the haunted house staff member and his family of three.

Hahahaha, how could this man be Professor Wang?

I must be overthinking it!

But after all, I do hope that the real Professor Wang is doing well and could finally be reunited with his family.

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It drizzled that day, and the sky became blue after the autumn rain. The wind blew across one’s face in a gentle, soothing breeze.

The fruits on the branches and the yellow leaves falling on the ground lightly touched one’s heart.

An Rugu practiced casting the illusion spell several times and became more and more proficient in it. Without need to activate a talisman, she could just pinch her fingers and recite the spell to make the opponent fall directly into the illusion.

Even Shang Yue, a ghost cultivator, couldn’t see through the illusion and couldn’t help but marvel at it. 

“If this spell is used to its full potential, it should be very powerful.”

“The scope is still relatively small now.” An Rugu looked at her jade-white palm, “When my strength increases, maybe I can weave a larger illusion.”

Shang Yue looked at the other person intently. She has never been able to see through An Rugu’s cultivation level before—and now it was even more difficult for her to see through it.

Seeing her rapid progress in cultivation, Shang Yue couldn’t help but feel a little guilty while holding her phone.

In the past, when she had no entertainment to be had, she could only meditate to kill time. However, these days, she would only meditate for less than an hour every day, and her cultivation naturally stagnated.

She then said with revived passion and high morale, “I can’t be lazy like this anymore. I can’t play on my phone all day. I have to meditate for at least five hours each day.”

Seeing her determination, An Rugu praised her and said, “I look forward to seeing your progress.”

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

In the morning, An Rugu glanced at Shang Yue sitting across her who was playing with her mobile phone. She didn’t say much.

In the afternoon, An Rugu glanced at Shangyue who was playing a shooting game on the new computer she bought and fell into deep silence.

Towards evening, when An Rugu was divining the fortune for someone destined to meet her, Shang Yue was still playing on the computer.

“…”

It seems like she shouldn’t have bought her a cell phone and a computer…

Just as she was lost in thought, a man in a baseball cap—her destined guest today—walked in.

He raised his head slightly, revealing a handsome face with a very clear jawline and outstanding appearance.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have a very good figure. Even when wearing a loose windbreaker, one could still see his small belly.

Seeing the guest coming, An Rugu collected her thoughts. She glanced at the other person’s body, and her eyes suddenly became stern.

This destined person’s limbs were entangled with ghostly qi, so black that ink could almost drip out of them. His forehead was pitch black, and dark clouds covered his head, clearly indicating that disaster was imminent.

When the man saw her staring at his belly, he subconsciously covered his belly with his hands, as if he wanted to hide something.

“Host, I’ve watched your livestream many times. I’ve seen that you’re not only good at fortune-telling, but you can do everything. Last time, when you used the illusion spell on Lu Fang, I was stunned.”

An Rugu said calmly, “Thank you for your praise. What do you want me to do for you?”

He was too embarrassed to speak up when faced with such an outstanding appearance and temperament, and it took him a long time to recover his good mood.

“I want to ask you, can the strange disease I have be cured?”

“How can I help you cure it if you don’t tell me what disease it is?”

Seeing An Rugu staring at his belly, he knew he couldn’t hide it, so he gritted his teeth and unbuttoned the windbreaker he was wearing, revealing his upper body wrapped in a sweater.

His arms were strong and slender; obviously he exercised regularly, and his body fat percentage was not high.

What was surprising was that his belly was bulging, as if he was five or six months pregnant.

He didn’t even dare touch his belly, as if it were a hot potato. “I don’t know why this is happening. My belly has been getting bigger and bigger these days. I think I’m pregnant.”

I Livestream Divination to the World translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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T/N: I skipped posting this chapter! My bad 🙏

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