The years I worked as a Feng Shui consultant in the entertainment industry

"how could I know?"

I sneered, pointed at the sores on Bro Roan Shang's body, and said, "One sore a day, that's fair!"

"You mean, after how many days I played with her, I got so many sores on my body?" Brother Lanshang finally came to his senses and asked in a dry voice.

I nodded noncommittally and then asked, "What happened next?"

"later!"

Brother Luanzhuang had a hint of sadness in his eyes and said, "Then one day, she suddenly ignored me and blocked all our contact information!"

"I was very panicked at the time. Why was I blocked even though I was fine the day before? I went to ask the mage, but he couldn't be contacted!"

"I asked my buddy again, and he said he couldn't contact the mage either!"

"The next day, I started to get sores on my body for no apparent reason!"

Brother Zhushuang pointed to a sore on his belly, "It wasn't that serious at first. It was very mild. I didn't even go to the hospital. But it became serious after a day. The wound started to fester, erode, and became more and more painful!"

"I visited all the major hospitals and did all the necessary examinations. Nothing could be found. And after one was cured, another one appeared, and slowly it became what it is now!"

"Master Chen, do my sores have something to do with the Hehe technique I did?"

At the end of the sentence, Brother Lushuang asked tremblingly.

"related!"

I nodded and said: "Strictly speaking, the method you are doing is called the Yin method and the combination method. It is an evil method. The evil method is different from the normal method. After the method is broken, it will backfire. That's why these sores on your body are like this. It’s coming!”

I tried to explain the sores on his body in words he could understand.

"Backlash?"

Brother Zhushuang murmured, then smiled miserably and said, "I brought it upon myself!"

"Master Chen, can you cure it?"

Brother Luanzhuang’s agent asked quickly.

"It can't be cured!"

I shook my head, and Brother Lanshuang's manager's eyes flickered. There were many meanings in it, but there was not much sadness.

"But I can't die, I can get better!"

I went on.

The agent's eyes lit up, he grabbed my arm and said eagerly: "You mean, can you still recover?"

"can!"

I nodded.

"Master Chen, we have money, you name the amount and we'll give it to you!" The agent held my arm tighter.

"It's not about the money!"

I pinched the agent's wrist, moved her hand away, and said: "The backlash of the spell is a punishment from heaven, and it is difficult to resolve..."

"Didn't you just say you could recover?"

The agent was anxious and interrupted me directly.

"I mean, once the backlash is over, he will naturally be fine!" I explained.

"Oh!"

The agent breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "How long will it take?"

"Look at himself!"

I pointed at Bro.

"Look at me?" Brother Lanzhuang didn't understand, and neither did the assistant or manager. They all looked at me.

"The meaning is very simple. Look at what you have done to that person with your magic during this period. The more you do, the more severe the backlash will be and the longer it will take!"

As I spoke, I observed Brother Zhushuang's face. When I said that the degree of backlash was directly proportional to the degree of what he did to that person, his already pale face became even paler.

"For example, if it starts with love and ends with etiquette, and there is no intercourse, then the backlash will take less time. If there is intercourse and there are some other ways of playing, then the backlash will take longer!"

I'll explain.

After explaining, I asked: "You didn't take a video or anything, right?"

"If it's filmed, delete it immediately!"

Before he could answer, I said again.

"Did you shoot it?"

The agent was more anxious than me, and she immediately rushed to the bedside to ask questions.

The assistant also looked at Brother Luanzhuang.

"made a bid!"

Brother Lushuang’s lips twitched.

Without saying a word, the manager took out his cell phone from under Brother Rotten's pillow and asked, "Password?"

After Brother Lanzhuang said this, the manager immediately unlocked it and asked Brother Lanzhuang where he had stored the video and whether he had created a hidden folder.

Brother Luanzhuang said no, just keep it in the photo album.

I am more convinced by this approach. If he loses his mobile phone, wouldn't it be another scandal?

After the manager opened the album, he frowned, then walked up to me and asked, "Master Chen, can you just delete it?"

She asked, showing me the contents of the photo album in her hand.

In the photo album, densely packed photos and videos are displayed.

I took a look and saw that there were more than 3000 photos and more than 100 videos.

Among them, [-]% are excessive photos and videos of Brother Luanzhuang and the female star.

"You're pretty awesome!"

This amount shocked me. Logically speaking, with my status, I shouldn't be ridiculed, but I still couldn't help it and gave Brother Rotten a thumbs up.

Brother Luanzhuang's lips wriggled twice and said, "I just wanted to leave a souvenir, and I didn't want to threaten her with this!"

"Ah!"

I laughed, who would believe this explanation?

The manager ignored us and quickly deleted the photos.

It has to be said that people who have been possessed by Yin magic are sometimes like dolls, and the owner can play with them however they want.

These photos prove it.

There are a lot of very shameful actions in the photo. When Brother Luanzhuang took the photo, he didn't treat the female star as a person at all, but treated her as a toy.

That’s true for photos, and certainly true for videos.

After the deletion was completed, the manager breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Brother Lanshuang again, and asked, "Is there any backup?"

"no!"

Brother Luanzhuang denied it outright.

"Are you sure?"

I asked.

Brother Luanzhuang hesitated for a moment and said, "There are still some photos in the mailbox!"

The agent took a deep look at him and started logging into his email.

Sure enough, there were more than 300 photos in the mailbox.

I feel that the scale of the photos on my phone is already very large, but the scale of the photos in my email is even bigger.

I shook my head, not knowing what to say.

All I can say is that the sores on Brother Lushang’s body are purely self-inflicted.

After deleting them all, the manager breathed a sigh of relief and asked: "Master Chen, can the backlash time be shortened like this?"

"Deleting it can only ensure that the backlash time will not be longer, but I have a way to shorten the backlash time!"

I looked at Brother Zhangshuang and said, "Under normal circumstances, the ulcers on your body will not heal in half a year, but I can shorten this time to one month!"

"Shorten it, I want to shorten it!" Brother Lanshuang said hurriedly.

I didn't say anything, I just looked at Brother Zhushang with a half-smile.

The agent seemed to have remembered something. He turned around and took out a paper bag from the cabinet next to him. He handed it over and said, "Master Chen, here is 50 yuan. You can take it first and give the money to your fellow Taoists as compensation!"

"it is good!"

I'm not pretending, I don't have any psychological burden at all with this money.

But there are some things I have to say about using people's money to eliminate disasters for others. After taking the money, I looked at Brother Lanshuang again and said: "Let me remind you, although you suffered the backlash this time, you brought it on yourself, but this should be It was your buddy who set up a trap, and he deliberately harmed you! As a good brother, you should stab your brother in the face. If you don’t stab your brother in the face, you are not a good brother!"

In the end, I couldn't hold it back and made a joke.