I rely on fortune-telling to conquer wealthy families

Shang Qing took a taxi home and the car drove into a small road.

The driver hissed, "Huh? That's weird. I remember there was an exit here, but why is it missing..."

The boy in the back row raised his head and said, "Okay, let's stop here."

He paid and got out of the car, watching the taxi return on its original route, "Come out."

The fallen leaves on the ground were suddenly picked up by a strong wind and fell down again. Who was standing in front of me, not Fu Lianzhi?

Shang Qing kicked the fallen leaves into Fu Lianzhi's Yin Qi, "Why are you still looking like a neither human nor ghost? When will you grow legs?"

Fu Lianzhi was like a genie, with his upper body floating in the air. He said innocently: "Your blood can only keep my soul stable. If I want to fully recover, I still need to sign a contract with you." He floated back to Shang Qing again, "How can I have the honor to sign a contract with you?"

Shang Qing snorted, "In a dream!"

What is bound to the contract is the soul, and it cannot be signed casually. After signing the contract, the unreliable ghost king's soul was able to recover, but it was of no benefit to him.

Fu Lianzhi seemed to have known his answer, and sighed with regret, "Okay then, let's do business first, the second drop of blood this month."

Shang Qing reluctantly stretched out a finger.

Fu Lianzhi picked it up and sucked it into his mouth, bit it gently, and sucked...

As soon as the fresh and sweet blood went down, Shang Qing pulled out his finger and said calmly: "Okay."

Fu Lianzhi sighed regretfully. He learned a lot from the experience, and the young man became more vigilant.

Shang Qing walked slowly towards home, and Fu Lianzhi followed him, dragging a cloud of yin energy under his body. All the fallen leaves and paper scraps along the way were swept away, making it cleaner than the cleaners.

Shang Qing couldn't help but think that if this thing could be kept at home, it would save a lot of cleaning costs, and it would also be environmentally friendly and noiseless!

However, when he came to his senses again, Fu Lianzhi's handsome face was right in front of him, a pair of eyes fixed on him.

Shang Qing couldn't hold back, and shot out a burst of spiritual power, "What are you doing so close!"

Fu Lianzhi ducked sideways and said quietly: "Why are you so friendly to those two children and so cruel to me?"

Shang Qing: "I am friends with them."

Fu Lianzhi: "I would also like to be friends with you."

Shang Qing: "I don't want to." He turned around and said, "Okay, that's it. You are not allowed to enter my house, otherwise the business will be cancelled."

Fu Lianzhi sighed and watched him go in, wondering if children nowadays are so wary. He is not a bad person...

There was a noise behind him, and he turned around to see the big-headed kid squeezing through the grass and crawling over, holding brown sugar, red dates, and rose tea in his arms...

Fu Lianzhi looked at the sky and turned his head 180 degrees, "Be good, go back to the grave and stay there."

The ghost king of another family has a ghost general under his command, but why does he only have a stupid kid under his command?

He carefully recalled the ghosts that he had cut into cubes and stacked up. He was speechless. Forget it, just stay there.

When Shang Qing returned home, he saw Yuanyuan sitting on the sofa sadly, and asked casually: "What's wrong?"

Yuanyuan raised her head to look at him, tears streaming down her face.

Shang Qing was startled, wondering why the tears came down so quickly and so smoothly! Wait, tears?

Yuanyuan ran over crying and told him sadly that she had lost her favorite hairpin, the strawberry one. She didn't dare to look for it because she was afraid that her mother would scold her if she found out.

Shang Qing heard what was going in from his left ear and out from the right, and kept looking at the tears on the little girl's face. Finally, he couldn't help but took out two small jade bottles, placed them on both sides of her chin and continued...

It was indeed a bit inhumane, but he really felt like it was a waste.

Yuanyuan:? ? ?

Shang Qing coughed lightly, "Tears can be used to draw talismans. One piece can be sold for a lot of money, and it can also punish bad people."

Yuanyuan stopped moving. She obediently took the two jade bottles and put them in front of her eyes. She sobbed and said, "Well, brother, can you give me ten yuan? I want to buy a new hairpin."

Shang Qing made an "ok" gesture.

Satisfied with the answer, Yuanyuan sat on the sofa and shed tears seriously.

When Mrs. Zhou came back and saw this scene, her mouth twitched and she went upstairs. She only knew that her daughter was not very smart, but she didn't expect that she could be so stupid...

Just as she was thinking about it, her cell phone rang. When she picked it up, her expression changed and she said anxiously: "What can you do with two hundred thousand? You can't even buy a bag! I spent five million for this!"

"The dividends won't be paid until the end of the year, how can I survive during this time!"

"What evidence? Isn't what I said evidence? Those two bitches Xin Ming and Li Qian are the masterminds behind the scenes. Why don't you investigate them? A family? Do they treat me as a family member!"

The person on the other side didn’t know what was said. She was so angry that Mrs. Zhou slammed her cell phone to the ground, her eyes were red, “The water thrown by the married daughter... is very good!”

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The next day, before Shang Qing went to school, he clearly felt that the atmosphere at home was different. The servants walking on the road were all beaming with joy, and there was a secret and tacit happiness brewing.

He curiously asked Butler Zhao: "What good thing happened today?"

Butler Zhao was very happy, "Oh, my young master, you are so accurate! Today, I finally went on a business trip, and we are all..." He came to his senses mid-sentence, and said sarcastically: "Well, we are all..." Reluctant to give up…”

Shang Qing shook his head. Such a popular father, it is not impossible for him to be poisoned one day.

After early self-study, the monitor came to him and said that Teacher Luo asked him to go to the office. Shang Qing came to the office despite You Ziming's gloating eyes and found that only Teacher Luo was there.

"Sit." Teacher Luo pointed to the stool in front of her. Her expression was very serious, but her eyes were very gentle. "It has been half a month since you transferred to another school. Are there any discomforts? Can you keep up with the courses?"

Shang Qing looked behind her, nodded and said, "Everything is fine."

Teacher Luo: "The monthly exam will be next week. It's your first time to take the monthly exam. Don't be too stressed. Your ranking will always be second. As long as you have mastered the knowledge, it will be easy."

Shang Qing listened carefully. All his education in his previous life was completed in the Qingfeng Sect. These words that other students were tired of hearing were new to him.

Teacher Luo rarely saw this kind of student who listened carefully to everything he said, so he couldn't help but care about him for a few more words before letting him go.

Shang Qing walked to the door of the office and turned back inadvertently.

The male ghost was standing behind Teacher Luo, nagging, "Okay, don't change your homework, take a rest. Ah Qing, you slept so late last night, why don't you sleep a little more this morning? You have to study Chinese by yourself early." What is the math teacher doing here, forgetting that you have low blood sugar? I used to tell you to eat more, sleep more and exercise more, but you never listened. Now it’s better, no one can control you..."

The sound entered my heart, but unfortunately Teacher Luo could no longer hear it.

Shang Qing gently closed the door and left.

The monthly exams soon came amid the lamentations of the students. Shang Qing and You Ziming were in the same exam room, and Meng Huai did well in the third exam room.

After the first Chinese language session, the three of them gathered together. You Ziming frowned and answered, "'The earth collapses and the mountains destroy the strong men,' what is the next sentence? 'Then where will the green mud be?'"

Meng Huai looked at him with admiration, "You haven't memorized the article "The Road to Shu is Difficult" for three years?"

You Ziming said plausibly, "Why have you memorized it for three years? I just started memorizing it the day before yesterday. I can only memorize it for three days at most!"

He bumped into Shang Qing and said, "What are you looking at? Come and correct the answer quickly. If you don't prepare yourself mentally now, you will easily not be able to accept the results when you see them!"

Meng Huai shook his head speechlessly and asked Shang Qing, "What's wrong? Something happened?"

Shang Qing frowned and calculated for a moment, "Teacher Luo didn't come today?"

Meng Huai: "No way, Teacher Luo is very responsible. How could she not come for the monthly exam?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the squad leader standing aside said: "Don't mention it, Teacher Luo really didn't come today. She was originally invigilating our examination room, but she took a temporary leave, and there was only one teacher in charge of each examination in our examination room. "

Shang Qing: "Do you know why?"

Monitor: "She must be sick. I heard the teachers saying she was hospitalized or something."

After the monitor left, Meng Huai and You Ziming both whispered: "What's wrong with you? Nothing happened to Teacher Luo, right?"

Shang Qing lost his consciousness and said, "Let's go to the hospital after the exam."

The last session in the afternoon happened to be mathematics. When he came out of the examination room, You Ziming was completely stunned. He could still cram in the Chinese language. Mathematics belonged to the Buddha. The kind that does three backflips and then lands.

...There is simply no talent at all.

The three of them inquired about where Teacher Luo was hospitalized and took a taxi to the hospital.

In the ward, Teacher Luo sat blankly alone, muttering to himself. If he looked carefully, he was reading a poem, "The gangsters come to trade silk, and they come to me." seek……"

You Ziming shrank his neck and said in a low voice: "What poem are you reciting carefully? Do you want to take the test on this one too?"

Meng Huai looked at his head with difficulty. Is this a chamber pot on his head?

Shang Qing looked at it for a while and said, "You go and wait outside, I'll go in by myself."

The ward door creaked open, and Teacher Luo looked up, surprised, "Zhou Shangqing, why are you here?"

Shang Qing: "I heard that you are sick, I came to see you."

Teacher Luo subconsciously hid his left hand under the quilt and said with a smile: "I worry you, teacher, everything is fine. By the way, today is the monthly exam, how do you feel?"

Shang Qing did not answer the question, but suddenly said: "You scared me yesterday. How could you do such a thing? Does it hurt?"

"The wedding ring is in the last compartment of the closet. I just wanted to joke with you and didn't give it away."

"You must eat breakfast carefully from now on and don't fool around. Your face will be paler when you don't eat breakfast. I can see it."

"It's not good to sleep too late. You'll go bald. Don't you like long hair the most?"

"Doudou hasn't eaten recently because he learned to open the snack box and sneaks snacks every day. Just put the box out of his reach."

"I went out that day to play ball, not to buy you red bean cakes. Don't feel guilty anymore..."

Following Shang Qing's words, Teacher Luo's expression changed from surprise to shock, and finally she burst into tears. The female teacher, who had always been self-possessed, grabbed Shang Qing's hand and begged, "Who are you! Where did you hear these words? You saw him, didn’t you? Didn’t you?”

Shang Qing helped her up and said softly: "Yes, I saw him. He has always been with you and never left."