Fortune Teller Master

Remember for a second

means. Not long after that, he talked about two major projects one after another, and the leader's beating immediately turned into an award.

Wu Guotong felt that in the face of strength, all the means behind the scenes were paper tigers that were not on the table.

In fact, what Wu Guotong thought was right. The general absolute strength can definitely crush the villains who only sue for trouble, but it is a pity that Wu Guotong encountered more villains than ordinary people.

Lin Qingyin walked to a corner of the garden and tapped the position below with her toes: Dig this place a foot and a half.

Wu Guotong didn't quite understand what Lin Qingyin wanted to do, but he still picked up the shovel in the garden and dug it up.

There was nothing planted in the corner of the garden. It stands to reason that the soil here should be relatively hard, but Wu Guotong felt that the soil became soft after digging twice, and it looked as if someone had turned over with a shovel.

But Wu Guotong didn't care. The old couple usually stayed in the garden all day long when they were free at home. Maybe they wanted to plant something in the corner.

After more than a dozen digs in a row, a piece of yellow paper was dug out of the soil. Just as Wu Guotong was about to bend over to pick it up, Lin Qingyin kindly reminded: Don't touch that thing with your hands, wear gloves.

Fatty Wang looked at the white thread gloves where the tools were placed in the corner of the garden, and took a pair and handed them to Wu Guotong. Wu Guotong put on gloves and touched the soil twice, shaking the yellow paper to clean it, only then did he see that the paper seemed to be the yellow paper to pay homage to the dead. There are yakshas and ghosts all around.

Wu Guotong immediately threw goosebumps, and pinched the yellow paper with disgust: What is this?

Put it here first. Lin Qingyin tapped the cement floor on one side and walked to the other corner of the garden: Now dig here, twenty centimeters.

Knowing that something was buried in his garden, Wu Guotong worked very hard and dug out the yellow paper in three strokes. This piece of yellow paper was similar to the one just now, but when he flipped it twice, he found that his son's birth date was still written on the back of the yellow paper.

Wu Guotong's face turned green, he threw the yellow paper to the position just now, picked up the first yellow paper and searched for it again, and sure enough, he saw his wife's birthday from above.

At this moment, Wu Guotong was angry and fortunate at the same time. He was angry that someone would use such a shady method to deal with his family. Fortunately, he really hired a reliable master, and he knew that something was buried in the yard just by looking at it.

Soon Wu Guotong, under the command of Lin Qingyin, found two other yellow papers, on which were drawn the villain with a red pen and also wrote the eight characters of the birthday.

Four sick people in the family dug out four yellow papers from the garden. Wu Guotong finally knew the reason for his family's illness.

Master, if I burn these papers, will my family's illness be cured?

Lin Qingyin walked to the middle of the garden and nodded her toes: You dig this place first.

Wu Guotong's heart was stunned, there were only five people in the family, and all the yellow papers of the four people came out, so the rest must be his own.

One shovel, two shovels, three shovels, four shovels...

When Wu Guotong's hands were a little sore, he finally dug out a palm-sized doll. There was a series of numbers written on the chest of the doll, which was his date of birth.

Seeing this, Wu Guotong couldn't help but sneer: Do I have to thank that person for his love for me, and he actually made me a doll. Holding the doll in his hand, Wu Guotong's eyebrows were tightly knitted together. Together: Master, what is the idea of ​​this person who calculated me? My family is just a piece of yellow paper and can't afford to be seriously ill. The character written on me is a doll. Does he want to kill me?

That's not really, it's just trying to push you to the bottom of your life through the bloody formation. Lin Qingyin said: This is a cursed formation. The red villain and the eight characters on the yellow paper are actually It's all written with blood, if I guess correctly, it should be your blood.

My blood? Wu Guotong swallowed his saliva and quickly recalled: I remember, our unit organized all employees to go for a physical examination in August, and I had to go to the district to hold a meeting that morning, and had blood drawn for it. After a few inspections, I left first. Later, when I went back to the meeting after the meeting, the nurse informed me that the blood I collected in the morning was gone, and I was asked to go again on an empty stomach the next morning. I was in a hurry at that time. I remember that seven or eight tubes of blood were drawn at that time, and the big men were also afraid of pain, right, how could such a big regular medical examination center make such a mistake.

When Wu Guotong thought that the other party's methods were so comprehensive, he panicked: Master, why does that person have to use my blood to write that?

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