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

Qin Yisheng stood beside the bed in the lounge, tying the loose belt and ignoring the strange feeling coming over his body.

He rushed into the bathroom with hurried and messy steps, and his back looked a little deserted.

Qin Yisheng stood under the shower, letting the rapid water wash over his body, hoping to wash away the scent of another person left on him.

The cold water washed over the body, but it could not destroy the memory in Qin Yisheng's mind.

In the past, he would only have a woman serve him once every year and a half. Because of his physical condition, he never dared to have sex with them, for fear that if he was not careful, he would get involved in a life-threatening lawsuit.

This time Fu Jiayou made him experience for himself that not only women can do those things, but men can also achieve the same results.

Qin Yisheng raised his head, letting the cold water fall on his face, and tried his best to wipe away the unspeakable images in his mind.

But the more he tried to ignore it, the more he helped Jiayou lean over and used his lips as a plate, the clearer the picture of taking the magic pill from him became.

"Oh!"

Qin Yisheng clenched his hands into fists and smashed them against the wall angrily.

He opened his red eyes, and the rage in his eyes was like that of a wild lion.

*

Fu Jiayou left the Qin Group as if running away and returned to the Qin family's old house.

He stood alone in the empty room and touched his lips absently.

There was a hint of whiteness on the fingertips, as if there were traces of food left behind.

Fu Jiayou stared at his fingers, his coquettish red eyes looking dim and unclear.

He stood there for a long time like a sculpture, spitting out a black bead filled with strong evil aura from his mouth.

The simplest and painless way to get the magic pill is to calm down the ferocious "predator" first, and make him vomit the essence and blood first, then he can vomit out the magic pill sealed in the body smoothly.

Fu Jiayou stared at the black beads in his hand, which still had Qin Yisheng's strong aura lingering on them. He was a little swollen and his red lips were pursed tightly.

Thinking of the next use of the magic pill, Fu Jiayou held it firmly in his palm.

Once something has happened, there is no way out.

The magic elixir is the core magic weapon of the Lord of the Demon World. Once the magic elixir is gone, the Lord of the Demon World can only be a mortal body.

Fu Jiayou looked sideways at the main building. Thinking of his sister's previous instructions, he swallowed the magic pill again and disappeared into the room in the blink of an eye.

*

Time flies by and the Spring Festival is here.

This New Year, the Qin family's old house is as deserted as usual, except that it is more festively decorated.

The old man and Qin Haihui, the second uncle of the Qin family, often disappeared when attending various meetings due to their special status.

Qin Luobai is the first commander. The more important the holiday, the more important it is for him to be in charge to strengthen protection. He is even busier than the old man and the others.

Although the Qin Group is controlled by Qin Baichen, many things are presided over by Qin Yisheng. This year's annual meeting is more lively than in previous years. He has not been home for a long time.

On New Year's Eve, Fu Jiuqing was sitting casually leaning on the sofa, scrolling through videos in his hand, looking a little bored, occasionally raising his eyes to look in the direction of the door.

Qin Baichen stepped forward and looked at her pregnant belly, with a touch of tenderness in his eyes.

He rubbed Fu Jiuqing's hair and said in a warm voice: "Qingqing, Yi Sheng called and said that he is not coming back. Second Aunt and the others are still waiting. Let's go to eat."

Fu Jiuqing raised his eyelids and looked at Qin Baichen lightly.

"So busy with the company? I feel like I haven't seen Yisheng for a long time."

"I don't know what he thinks. The Qin Group's annual meeting this year was very grand, and all the major shareholders were accompanying him to make mischief. I guess I won't see Yisheng in the next few years, and it will stop after the new year."

Fu Jiuqing thought about his younger brother who had also disappeared for a while, and he probably had some idea in his heart.

She nodded, stood up with Qin Baichen's help, and walked towards the restaurant.

In the restaurant, siblings Cheng Qiao and Cheng Yuncheng were sitting neatly. Opposite them was Qin Jinkang's step-wife, Si Zhiqi.

Fu Jiuqing looked at his second aunt Si Zhiqi and found that the smell of corpse rot on this person was even stronger than when he paid homage to the ancestors of the Qin family.

Sensing Fu Jiuqing's gaze, Si Zhiqi raised her eyes to reveal her eyes as dead as a pool of water.

Her eyebrows are slightly curved, and the faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes are a little deeper.

Si Zhiqi smiled at Qin Baichen and Fu Jiuqing and said, "Here we go, the food is getting cold. Let's eat quickly."

The New Year's Eve dinner was eaten in silence. Cheng Yuncheng, who was always lively and out-of-the-box, was very well-behaved except for occasionally whispering to Cheng Qiao.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Fu Jiuqing was a little tired due to her pregnancy. When she wanted to go upstairs to rest, Si Zhiqi blocked her way.

"Jiu Qing——"

Fu Jiuqing looked back at Si Zhiqi, who had already put on her coat and was about to leave.

She asked in a calm tone: "Is there something wrong with Second Aunt?"

In fact, strictly speaking, Si Zhiqi is not Qin Jinkang's wife. After all, the two couples have not had sex yet, and Si Zhiqi is still in perfect condition.

Si Zhiqi stepped forward and said with a smile: "I have something I want to ask you for help. Can I find a place to talk?"

Fu Jiuqing looked at the tea room and raised his chin slightly: "Someone sent the King of Longjing some time ago. Why don't you try it, Auntie?"

Si Zhiqi smiled and nodded: "Then I'll be very happy."

The two of them came to the tea room one after another, and the fragrance of top-quality Longjing tea was overflowing.

Fu Jiuqing held the tea cup and let the hot air in the cup hit his nostrils without intending to taste it.

Si Zhiqi couldn't wait to taste it. The tea had a rich aroma and sweet and tempting taste, which made her face look satisfied.

Fu Jiuqing looked calm and silent, waiting for the other party to speak first.

Si Zhiqi looked Fu Jiuqing up and down, and finally her eyes fell on her belly.

She finally spoke: "Are you from the underworld?"

When he asked, he said it in a firm tone, as if he had already seen through Fu Jiuqing's identity.

Fu Jiuqing suddenly raised his sharp eyes, his heavy gaze piercing Si Zhiqi like ice.