Fortune-telling and ghost-catching are too cruel, I’m being targeted by the country

Zuo Langling was speechless, staring at Wen Qiaoshan as if she were a fool.

Fu Jiuqing touched Qin Baichen's arm and asked doubtfully: "Who is Adong?"

Qin Baichen said in a low voice: "Wen Qiaoshan's ex-husband, the youngest son of a jeweler in Xiangjiang, he was often with Zhou Jiazu during this period. Yun Xiaozi said that Zhou Jiazu's condition is more serious, and A Dong is just contaminated with evil spirits, and he will recover after a period of rest. good."

Fu Jiuqing nodded, indicating that he understood.

Zuo Linngling walked to the trash can and bent down to pick up the imperial green jade pendant that fell out.

Her slender eyes were slightly raised, staring at Wen Qiaoshan with cold eyes.

"The person you regard as a treasure has always been someone I disdain to associate with. A Dong is not your husband."

(The person you regard as a treasure has always been someone I disdain to associate with. A Dong is not your lover.)

Zuo Lingying didn't care whether Wen Qiaoshan understood or not. He looked at her deeply and walked towards Fu Jiuqing who was holding the little fox.

She asked in a cold tone: "When will we leave?"

Before Fu Jiuqing could speak, Wen Qiaoshan's suppressed angry voice sounded.

"You tell me, I'm so unhappy!" (You say that, I'm very unhappy!)

What does it mean that A Dong is not her lover? Why should he snatch her away if he disdains her.

Wen Qiaoshan stared at Zuo Linngling's back, suddenly feeling anxious that she was about to be separated and never see each other again, with an obvious expression of panic on her face.

Zuo Lingling looked back, looking at Wen Qiaoshan with eyes as cold as snakes, and asked helplessly: "Do you want me to order it?" (What do you want from me?)

Wen Qiaoshan said stubbornly: "Speak clearly!"

Zuo Linngling's lips curved in an evil way: "I can't tell, but you two are not from the same group." (I can't tell, you are not from the same group.)

Fu Jiuqing listened to the conversation between the two in Hong Kong. One had a soft tone like whispering to a lover, and the other was ruthless and cold-blooded but not lethal at all.

If you ignore the serious facial expressions of the two people, they don't look like they are quarreling, but more like friends having a casual conversation together.

Wen Qiaoshan gritted her teeth and glared at Zuo Lingling, her eyes filled with sadness and persistence.

But she still broke the casserole and asked: "If you still think of me as a friend, just tell me why." (If you still think of me as a friend, just tell me why.)

Zuo Linngling smiled, with a sarcastic smile and an indescribably cold tone: "He likes men who are on the bottom, don't you think it's dirty?" (He likes men, who are on the bottom, don't you think it's dirty?)

Wen Qiaoshan's eyes widened and her expression became funny for a moment.

Her expression seemed to say: That's it?

Zuo Lingling also noticed something, frowned and asked, "Do you know?"

Wen Qiaoshan nodded: "I know that before he got married, he said that he liked women as well as men."

(I know, he told me before we got married that it was for both sexes.)

Upon hearing this, the coldness on Zuo Lingling's face could not be shaken.

She looked Wen Qiaoshan up and down: "Tsk - are you stupid?" (Are you stupid?)

Wen Qiaoshan curled her lips and sneered at this. She was not stupid.

Having said that, there was something else she didn't understand.

Zuo Langling didn't interfere in her marriage at all because she found that A Dong might prefer men.

Wen Qiaoshan asked curiously: "How did you convince A Dong to divorce me?" (How did you convince A Dong to divorce me?)

Zuo Linngling looked away and said casually: "Beat Quluo until he calls me father and mother." (Hit him until he calls father and mother.)

If you listen carefully, you can hear a hint of guilt in her tone, which is difficult to detect.

The corners of Wen Qiaoshan's eyes twitched. No matter how deeply she knew the good sisters, she could not imagine the violent aesthetic scene.

In her eyes, Zuo Lingling has always been a very cultivated and cold beauty who is very disdainful of everything.

People who are not in her eyes will waste their lives even if they say a word.

She simply couldn't imagine the scene of Zuo Langling beating A Dong, and she always felt it was completely inconsistent.

Wen Qiaoshan suddenly remembered that there was a period of time when A Dong stayed away from home and came back with injuries every day. He looked at her with a very resentful look. It turned out that the problem was Zuo Lingling.

Seeing that the two of them had settled the matter, Fu Jiuqing took a look at the time.

She said to Qin Baichen: "I want to go out, where are you going?"

Zhou Jiazu's problem was solved, but Yun Xiaozi's injury would not be solved until he returned to Beijing.

Based on Fu Jiuqing's understanding of Qin Baichen, it was impossible for this man to stay as a guest in the Zhou family.

Sure enough, Qin Baichen replied: "The mansion at No. 8 Xiexiangbai Road is my private residence. After you finish handling your matter, we will return to the imperial capital together."

Fu Jiuqing nodded: "Okay, I'll try to get there before dark."

She left Zhou's house holding the little fox in one hand and Zuo Lingling in the other.

Bai Ling and a group of Qin family guards quickly followed. They were Madam's personal guards and were always on standby.

When a group of people passed by Wen Qiaoshan, she grabbed Zuo Lingling's arm and snatched the imperial green jade pendant from his hand.

She squeezed the jade pendant tightly and said inwardly: "This is what you gave me, don't take it back!" (This is what you gave me, you can't take it back!)

Wen Qiaoshan spoke with confidence, her face turned red because of her guilty conscience, and she did not dare to look into Zuo Lingling's eyes.

A dark light flashed in Zuo Lingling's cold eyes, staring straight at Wen Qiaoshan.

She smiled suddenly: "Then just think of it as a thought." (Then just think of it as a thought.)

Wen Qiaoshan didn't understand the deeper meaning, and a bright smile appeared on her face.

She watched Zuo Langling and Fu Jiuqing leave, and she wanted to apologize properly when they came back. After all, she had misunderstood Zuo Langling.

Wen Qiaoshan didn't know that this was the last time they would meet in this life.

After Fu Jiuqing left, Qin Baichen also said goodbye to Mr. Zhou.

*

Xiangjiang, Green Forest Avenue.

There is an abandoned house on this avenue. It looks ordinary at first glance, but in fact it is a haunted house with a well-known reputation in Xiangjiang.

The haunted house is a place of great evil and evil in Feng Shui, and murder cases have also occurred. The ghostly aura of the deceased in the house does not leave the haunted house.

The abandoned and haunted house of the Green Forest Thief occupies both places. It is both a dangerous place with bad feng shui and a haunted house where a massacre occurred.

In the last century, many foreigners could be seen on the streets of Xiangjiang. Because of the shame of centuries of inequality, these people had a transcendent status in Xiangjiang.

More than sixty years ago, a family of foreigners who traveled across the ocean came to Hong Kong for a visit. They were relatives of senior foreign officials in Hong Kong at that time.

The family bought the mansion on Greenwood Avenue, which is now an abandoned and haunted house.

The reason why this family was exterminated is also very simple. The male owner fell in love with the dancer in the cabaret.

The dancer came from the mainland, and there were more than ten people who secretly took a boat to Xiangjiang with her.

They are struggling to survive at the bottom of Xiangjiang, hoping to make enough money before going back.

The dancer was the first to die.

She was kidnapped by the male owner of the mansion on Greenwood Avenue and can never go back.

The dancer was defiled the same day she was kidnapped.

Not only that, she was also rewarded by the male master to the servants at home.