Fortune Teller Master

Remember for a second

Anything down is not good.

Shang Jingzhong and Shang Jingtian looked at each other and were a little muttered in their hearts, but it was hard to break the words. Neither the filth buried in the yard nor the talisman paper pasted behind the chairs before these two were considered formations. The dummy under the bed can really hurt people, but because the days are short, it has not yet become a climate, so even if these three things are destroyed, both Shang Jingzhong and Shang Jingtian feel nothing. They also know that Shang Jinghua Their hands and feet have been discovered.

It was purely a coincidence that they came here this time, the goatee, the junior brother of the master Yang Jinhai they invited, happened to come from Lu Province. Yang Jinhai was very proud of the dummy he made, so he wanted to take him to see what he was capable of, and by the way, to see if there was anything else he could do.

When Yang Jinhai saw Shang Jinghua's attitude, he knew where it might be revealed, but he didn't look at all in a hurry, but pushed Shang Jingzhong away and walked in: You are Jinghua, I'm an old friend of your father. , I heard bad news as soon as I got home from abroad, so I asked Jing Zhong and Jing Tian to bring me over to pay homage to the old man.

Shang Jingtian followed closely and said, Brother, you may not know Yang Jinhai. When my father was alive, he often invited Mr. Yang to his house for tea.

Shang Jingzhong snorted and said slightly sarcastically, It's normal for my eldest brother to not know each other. After all, I haven't been home for more than ten years. You may not know what friends my father has.

Yang Jinhai? Yang Jinghua smiled mockingly at the corner of his mouth: Before he left, my father specially gave me a pamphlet, on which he wrote the situation of each of his friends, just because I was afraid that I would be scornful of him. My friend, why don't I remember Mr. Yang's name on it?

Don't talk about Yang Jinhai now, even Shang Jingzhong and Shang Jingtian can't hang their faces, but no one can say whether the old man gave Shang Jinghua such a booklet or not. After all, since Shang Jinghua came back, the old man hadn't seen the two of them, and he only asked Shang Jinghua to accompany him all day.

Seeing that it is impossible to deceive, Shang Jingzhong's face sank: Why, don't we brothers even have the qualifications to worship our father? This house was left by my father!

My father gave me this house, and now I'm the owner. Shang Jinghua blocked the way and refused to give in at all: If you say worship, I think it's more sincere for you to visit the cemetery than to come home empty-handed. Bar.

These words are simply a slap in the face of the two of them, and Shang Jingzhong tore his face when he saw that Shang Jinghua did not give face to Xing: You just won't let me in today, right?

Yes! Shang Jinghua put his arms around his chest and looked at him blankly: Don't you dare to break through?

Shang Jingzhong gritted his teeth and said angrily, If that's the case, don't blame my brother for being cruel. He turned around and walked to Yang Jinhai's side, and whispered, Master, you used the thing you buried last time for He taught a lesson.

Although Shang Jinghua couldn't hear what the two were muttering, Lin Qingyin felt extra at ease in his heart.

People like Yang Jinhai have a bad mind but have high self-esteem. He came here with the purpose of harming others. He felt that he was being disgraced when people didn't want to see him, so he had to come up with this tone. I saw that he took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from his clothes, rubbed his hands with green firelight, and was thrown into the air by him, with a malicious smile on his face.

Half a minute has passed...

A minute has passed...

The yellow sheet of paper was burnt, and there was no movement in the yard. Shang Jinghua lowered his head and looked at the ash that fell on the ground and asked in confusion, Are you running to our yard to throw garbage?

Looking at Shang Jinghua's mocking expression, Yang Jinhai felt very embarrassed. He originally came here this time to show off his abilities in front of his junior and junior brothers, but now he can't step down.

A stern look flashed in Yang Jinhai's eyes, and he took out a somewhat tattered talisman paper from his pocket, showing a reluctant expression. This is his treasure at the bottom of the box. If he hadn't wanted to teach Shang Jinghua a lesson today, he would have been reluctant to use this talisman.

With a twist of his fingers, the talisman paper hurriedly attacked Shang Jinghua, even if Shang Jinghua was just an ordinary person, he could still feel the evil aura in that talisman paper. He subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but at this moment the talisman paper suddenly turned a corner, flew around Shang Jinghua in the other direction, and landed lightly on a girl's hand.

When the goatee saw Lin Qingyin who came out at some point, her face changed: Why are you a dead girl again.

I haven't seen you for a few days, why is your mouth still dirty. Lin Qingyin twisted her fingers lightly, and the treasure at the bottom of Yang Jinhai's press box turned to ashes.

Yang Jinhai's face was stunned when he saw this scene

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