I rely on fortune-telling to conquer wealthy families

Fu Lianzhi said reluctantly: "Ah Qing, do you dislike my long tail?"

Shang Qing's expression was solemn: "If I insist on saying it, even if it doesn't take long..."

Fu Lianzhi interrupted him, "As the saying goes, if you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, if you marry a dog, follow the dog. You have already signed a contract with me, even if you dislike it, it's too late!"

Shang Qing closed his eyes in pain, feeling that all the mistakes he had made in his life were not as big as signing this contract.

Fu Lianzhi was still lying on the bed and smiled, "Aqing, I know what you are thinking."

Shang Qing opened his eyes and looked at him.

Fu Lianzhi: "Are you thinking that I was able to recognize you that day because of the contract?"

Shang Qing stared at him, "Then, is that true?"

Fu Lianzhi: "Did you feel the fluctuation of the contract that day?"

Shang Qing frowned. No, in fact, he rarely felt contract fluctuations. Oh, by the way, except when King Fu Ghost is jealous.

Fu Lianzhi: "I don't need a contract to identify you. Even without a contract, I will recognize you at first sight."

He tilted his head, his eyes gentle, "Even if she can imitate the soul, it's still not you. As long as it's not you, you can't deceive me."

Shang Qing looked at him, as if observing whether what he said was true or false.

Fu Lianzhi let him look at him. Although he was lying on the bed, his expression was very comfortable.

After a while, a smile flashed in Shang Qing's eyes and he said, "So, what's the reason why you're lying on the bed like a dead snake now?"

Fu Lianzhi sighed, "Ah Qing, you are really bad at changing the subject. Shouldn't you be moved to come up and give me a hug now?"

Shang Qing shrugged, meaning: I don't.

Fu Lianzhi shook his head. He had no choice but to say: "The Ghost Festival is coming, and the Yin Qi between heaven and earth is much stronger. I am now at the critical moment of transformation, so I can't move around at will."

He said pitifully: "Kid, I'm going to retreat here, you have to help me protect the law."

Shang Qing looked at the sky and said in his heart: If you don't go to your own retreat, the ghosts will not care about you.

Fu Lianzhi didn't lie to him. He closed his eyes directly. The yin energy and ghost power around him surged, and he actually started to practice.

Shang Qing paused for a moment, then set up a magic circle for this man to gather Yin energy, and put Yin gathering talismans around him.

Countless yin energy was attracted by the magic circle and absorbed by Fu Liezhi without even a trace leaking out.

He looked at this man's face and thought about withdrawing the magic circle before he woke up. Unexpectedly, Fu Lianzhi stayed in seclusion for more than ten days, during which he only woke up occasionally to say a few words.

In the afternoon, golden sunlight poured in through the window. Shang Qing was lying on the lounge chair in front of the window, chewing an apple and reading a comic book.

The sound of flipping through books made the room feel extraordinarily quiet, which was a feeling of tranquility over time.

The crisp ringtone broke the silence, and Shang Qing touched the phone and picked it up. I heard Meng Huai say over there: "Shang Qing, we have received the admission notice, why hasn't yours arrived yet? Do you want to call and ask?"

Shang Qing thought about it. Recently, classmates in the class have received notices one after another, and Meng Huai also received them two days ago. You Ziming's special admission path is not considered for the time being, but why did his admission take so long?

Thinking about it, he stuck his head out of the window and said, "Uncle Wang, is there any express delivery for me these days?"

The gardener raised his head and shouted: "Young master, no! Recently, only the master (You Yanshen) has sent you things, and I have shown them all to you."

According to his score, it was impossible not to be admitted, so... He thought for a moment and suddenly thought that he had not moved to his new home when he filled out his application form, so the notice should have been sent to his previous address.

That is... the Zhou family's old house?

He stood up and planned to go back to his old house to take a look. Unexpectedly, he was grabbed after taking two steps.

Fu Lian didn't know when he woke up and was quietly grabbing the corner of his little boy's clothes, "Where are you going? Wait for me and I will go with you."

Shang Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and put a holding charm on his forehead, "You can wait until you grow legs!"

Fu Ghost King sighed while holding the yellow paper talisman, and began to think about how he, a majestic ghost king, had fallen to this point.

Shang Qing took a car to the Zhou family's old house. The scene here was no longer what it used to be.

Although it has only been less than two months, it is already a bit desolate. The water in the fountain in front of the door has dried up, the garden is overgrown with weeds, and the road is full of fallen leaves.

Looking around, there was not a single person in sight in such a huge manor.

Fortunately, the door lock can still be opened.

Shang Qing entered the password and walked in.

He hasn't taken the initiative to pay attention to the Zhou family's affairs recently, but his uncle always sends him a few messages every once in a while.

The Zhou family is not as good as before. Although it will not go bankrupt, its industry has shrunk a lot. As for Zhou Zhengliang, he was directly kicked out of the board of directors and is now missing. There were rumors that he had lung cancer and would not live long.

The Zhou family's old house is still under Zhou Zhengliang's name, but because he cannot afford the maintenance fees and servants' wages, it is now in a state of neglect. Maybe it won't be long before Zhou Zhengliang will sell this place.

The dignified head of the Zhou family couldn't even defend his ancestral home. This gap is enough for him to taste.

Shang Qing continued walking inside, and when he reached the door of the main building, he heard the sound of sweeping the floor. He turned around and saw that it was Mother Wang sweeping the fallen leaves with a big broom.

Seeing the visitor, Wang Ma was very surprised: "Young Master, why are you back? Are you coming back to live?"

Shang Qing shook his head, "I'll come back to get something. Why haven't you left yet?"

Wang Ma rubbed her hands in embarrassment, "Before she left, my wife gave us two months' salary. I thought that we couldn't just take the money and not work, so I wanted to finish this month before leaving."

Shang Qing looked at her. The woman was already at the age of a grandmother. Her fingers were rough and her face was full of wrinkles, but her body was very clean and her fingernails were fresh and refreshing.

He paused and smiled: "What a coincidence, I happened to be looking for you. I like to drink the soup you make. Are you willing to come and work at my place? I will give you a salary increase."

Wang Ma was instantly happy, "Oh, thank you, young master! I am willing to go! However, you don't have to give me a salary increase. You are a great benefactor to our family. Just give me half of my salary! I will work hard." , I know a lot of soups, and I guarantee that you won’t have the same soup for a year.”

Shang Qing smiled and said, "Then let's each take a step back and give you your original salary. Do you think that's okay?"

"This, this..." Mother Wang was a little embarrassed, but she felt that she would just have to refuse again, "Then, if you are dissatisfied with anything, tell me, and I will definitely change it."

Shang Qing nodded appeasingly and sent a message to the housekeeper, asking him to prepare the contract and sign it when he returned.

Wang Ma was overjoyed for a long time before she remembered what Shang Qing had just said and asked: "Young master, what did you come back to get? After you left, the master stayed in your room for a long time and seemed to have moved a lot of things away. "

Shang Qing: "I won't take the things in the room. They are newly sent. Do you know where to put them?"

Wang Ma said, "All the new things that have been sent in the past month have been in the mailbox. After Butler Zhao and the others left, no one has taken care of it. I know where the key is, and I will take you to see it."

She took the key and took Shang Qing to the mailbox at the northwest corner door of the manor. This seemingly large box was already full, and there were several leaflets bunched at the entrance.

Wang Ma opened the box, and the contents poured out and fell to the floor.

Shang Qing saw the top notice at a glance. He picked it up and put it away, then looked at other things.

Throwing aside some magazines, leaflets and letters with Zhou Zhengliang's name on them, he picked up two letters written to her by classmate Yuanyuan, just in time to bring them to the little girl next time they meet.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw an envelope with his name written on it. Picking it up and looking at it, the envelope was made of the most ordinary kraft paper, with "Master Shang Qing" written on it, and a number next to it: 4

Shang Qing continued to rummage through the pile of papers and found that there were nine identical envelopes in total, all with numbers written on them. The mailing time started half a year ago and ended last month.

Probably only those who have no other contact information will write letters, so Butler Zhao doesn't pay much attention to this inbox, which is why Shang Qing only saw these letters.

He looked at each one and saw that the envelope was very light and there should be only a thin piece of paper inside.

He opened letter number 1.

There was only one sentence written on it: "Master Shang, please tell me, do evil ghosts really exist? Can they occupy the human body?"

Then number 2: "Master Shang, I'm sure he is possessed by a ghost! What should I do?"

Number 3: "Master Shang! How can I get rid of him!"

……

Number 9: "Master, people should believe in fate."

On the letter paper of the ninth letter, there was a long brown-black mark, and there were obvious fingerprints on the mark. It was as if someone had taken the letter with dirty fingers and accidentally left it behind.

Shang Qing frowned as he looked at the trace, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled...human blood.

He looked back at the envelope again. Only the receiving address was written on it, but not the sending address.

He put away the nine letters and got into the car with Wang Ma.

On the way, he patted the envelope and sent it to You Mingchi, "Help me check the author of the letter."

You Mingchi immediately replied: "You can check it, but the information is too little, so it may not be possible to find it. What's going on? Someone wrote a threatening letter to you?"

Shang Qing: "It's okay if I can find out his contact information. This person needs my help."

You Mingchi: "OK."

After the car returned to the small villa, Shang Qing signed a contract with Wang Ma, introduced it to the housekeeper, and then returned upstairs.

Fu Lianzhi was lying upright on the bed, his face covered with paper charms, just like the inferior zombies in domestic zombie movies.

Shang Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, turned around and went out, keeping his sight out of sight.

Several days passed before You Mingchi responded with a message: "This letter was sent from an old community in Dingming City. I don't know who sent it specifically. The residential planning there is too chaotic. The post office The staff can’t remember it either.”

Shang Qing knew that he had tried his best, so he replied "Thank you" and then took out the nine letters again.

This person obviously came to ask for help, why didn't he leave his own information?

He read the nine letters one by one again, and his eyes swept over the word "evil ghost". A person possessed by an evil ghost...

From the perspective of a mystic, evil ghosts are more difficult to encounter than serious ghosts. Ordinary ghosts will turn into evil ghosts because of their resentment and obsession. And if a vicious ghost kills people indiscriminately, causing them to be haunted by evil spirits and unable to reincarnate, they will turn into evil ghosts.

Evil ghosts have always been the targets of mystical magicians. They have no humanity and no need to save them. Even Shang Qing will kill evil spirits if he encounters them.

But for ordinary people, all murderous ghosts can be called evil ghosts. Therefore, the person who wrote the letter may not have encountered an evil ghost, maybe it was just an ordinary ghost?

Ok?

Shang Qing suddenly felt that the last letter had a different touch. He picked it up and looked at it carefully. Under the direct illumination of the white light, there seemed to be some marks on the envelope.

He thought for a moment, took a pencil, and began to paint lightly.

A string of characters appeared on the natural kraft paper envelope: zhm0809

What's the code? Shang Qing reacted and suddenly understood. He took his mobile phone, opened the communication software, and entered this string of characters - sure enough, this was an account for the communication software.

He applied to add the other party as a friend and wrote in the note, "I am Shang Qing."

Feeling a bit like a liar, I added another sentence: "I received your letter, are you free to chat?"

After waiting for another two days, this friend request was finally approved.

The other party didn't seem to consider the possibility of being a liar, but directly sent a sentence: "Master Shang, do people have to accept their fate?"

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In the evening, the man finally went out.

Zhang Hongmei hid in the toilet and came out when she heard the door closing. Walking barefoot on the ground was a little cold, but she had no shoes. Every time the man went out, he would lock up his shoes at home to prevent her from escaping.

Zhang Hongmei washed her face to remove the blood without looking in the mirror. She didn't want to see what she looked like now.

There were broken dishes and cold food on the floor in the living room. She cleaned them up a little, and then sat in front of the window in a daze.

The light outside changed, and the sun moved farther west.

She finally came to her senses and put down the hemp rope in her hand. The hemp rope was used to tie the boxes when they moved. Recently, whenever she was in a daze, she would always hold it in her hand, and the burrs had smoothed out.

According to the usual rules, he would eat out before coming back. Thinking like this, Zhang Hongmei walked into the bathroom again, opened the toilet water tank, and took out a mobile phone wrapped in a plastic bag.

A very inferior domestic mobile phone with a slight crack on the screen. This was a second-hand mobile phone given to her by her female colleague at her last job. At that time, her mobile phone was broken and she had no money to buy a new one.

The phone has no battery at all and cannot even be turned on. However, no one will look for her.

Even with this thought, she took out a charger from under the sofa and plugged it in.

Cheap phones also charge very slowly. Zhang Hongmei looked at the red charging interface and continued to be in a daze.

She was thinking that it was time to pay the phone bill, but she had no money. I should still find a job, but I also thought that all the previous jobs I had found had been messed up, so I had to be more secretive this time.

But then I thought, people have to accept their fate.

Perhaps, her life is just miserable.

The phone turned on silently—this iron lump had been in silent mode ever since it came into her hands.

There were several messages on the communication software, which were sent by her sister. The first message was to tell her good news, saying that she had found a very easy part-time job, and also sent her a red envelope.

Because she didn't see it in time, the red envelope had been returned. Her sister continued: "Sister, why don't you want the red envelope? How is your work lately?"

Zhang Hongmei's eyes turned red, and she poked the screen with her trembling fingers: "I've been doing well at work lately, but I'm just a little busy. I don't want your red envelope. You should study hard and don't fall behind."

She exited the conversation interface, only to find a friend request.

Clicking on it, she saw the word "Shang Qing". She paused with her finger, clicked to accept, and then pressed hard on the next line: "Master Shang, do people have to accept their fate?"

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Shang Qing looked at the line of words, and after a long while, he quickly tapped the keyboard and replied: "I don't believe in fate, nor do I accept it."

If any other occultist saw this, they would probably laugh out loud. You're a fortune teller, how can you tell fortunes if you don't believe in fortune?

However, in Shang Qing's heart, although destiny is determined by heaven, man's destiny is determined by nature. He can calculate other people's fate, so he naturally hopes that the other person can defeat fate.

For example, he calculated that a three-year-old child would drown in a river in ten years. When he told the other party about this catastrophe, he naturally hoped that the other party could avoid it. Could it be that he was showing off how much he knew?

The person on the other side of the phone replied: "But what can you do if you don't believe in fate? I have no ability and can't escape."

Shang Qing frowned, "Where do you live? Do you need help?"

Zhang Hongmei: "Master Shang, you can't help me. No one can help me."

Shang Qing: "I have to try. I think, since you know me, you naturally know what I have done before. It will not be more difficult than helping you."

Zhang Hongmei hesitated for a moment. She naturally knew Shang Qing and knew that he was a very capable master.

If it were him, maybe he could really save himself from this hell!

Her fingers were still trembling slightly as she poked the screen as quickly as possible, "I live in Building 11, Building 302, Xianglin Community, Dingming City. Can you really help me? My husband is possessed by an evil spirit!"

Shang Qing felt relieved. It would be easy to tell him if he knew the address. "Don't be anxious. Speak slowly."

Zhang Hongmei's throat was choked, and she held the phone as if holding the last straw. "He was possessed by an evil spirit and turned into a person I didn't recognize."

She said this half sentence and was about to continue typing when she suddenly heard the door outside! She suddenly panicked, why did he come back so soon?

In desperation, she stuffed her phone under the bed and was about to stand up, but the man had already entered the room.

The sound of shuffling footsteps came in, and Zhang Hongmei's heart trembled.

He... drank.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and a strong man walked in, followed by a strong smell of alcohol.

The man cursed incoherently, "Stinky, stinky bitch! Where are you hiding...?"

Zhang Hongmei subconsciously held her head and squatted down, feeling fear in her heart reflexively, and even felt pain in advance.

The man came over kicking and punched her on the back, "How dare you fucking hide? I'll see where you can hide! You fucking hide!"

Zhang Hongmei only felt a sharp pain in her back, but she could bear it. She gritted her teeth and remained silent.

The man raised his foot and kicked her, turning her over like a turtle turning its shell. He laughed loudly and kicked her in the stomach, "Say! Do you dare to talk to other men in the future? You slut, damn it! Who are you trying to seduce by showing off every day? Damn it, I just beat you too much and let you seduce people everywhere!"

One kick after another kicked her in the stomach. Zhang Hongmei was so painful that her mind went blank, and stars were shooting out of her eyes... Her limbs fluttered helplessly, and she couldn't even moan in pain.

The scumbag was not satisfied with her silence and picked up the vase on the bedside table with one hand. The flowers in the vase had long since withered, and there was only half a pot of water left. "You...you bitch, if you don't fucking talk, I'll crush you to death...I'll crush you to death, you bitch!"

Zhang Hongmei lay on her back, watching helplessly as the arm-long vase was aimed at her head and smashed down.

There was a loud noise, and the vase shattered into pieces, with porcelain shards and water stains scattered all over the floor.

The scum spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm and chuckled, "I-I'll make you disobedient!"

Then he fell down on the bed and snored loudly.

The bedroom was full of the smell of wine. There was a person lying on the bed and another person under the bed.

Zhang Hongmei's eyes were still open. At the last moment when it landed, the vase was deflected by two centimeters for some reason and hit her head right next to it.

The flying shards of porcelain cut scratches on her face, but it didn't matter anymore. She only felt that her whole body was inoperable, and there were sharp pains in her lower abdomen. The pain made her want to die immediately.

There was warm liquid flowing down between the two legs, and she naturally knew what it was. That was the passage of a small life... Of course, this wasn't the first time. But maybe, it's the last time.

Zhang Hongmei lay on her back like a dead fish, without even the strength to flap. She could feel the blood flowing out of her body, her body temperature slowly dropped, and she couldn't even move her fingertips. Only her mind was still under her control.

What should you think of?

Apologize to the unborn child.

I'm sorry, baby, my mother failed to protect you, but it is a good thing that you were not born into such a family. I hope you will keep your eyes open next time and find a harmonious and happy family...

My body was getting colder and colder, and my eyes were starting to turn black. Zhang Hongmei slowly closed her eyes.

On the other end of the phone, Shang Qing was waiting for the other party's reply at first, but after more than an hour, he noticed something was wrong. How long does it have to be before you can finish it in more than an hour?

He calculated the address for a moment, and suddenly his expression changed. Oh no, something happened!

He immediately called You Mingchi, "Is your helicopter here?"

You Mingchi noticed that his tone was wrong and said quickly: "The department next door has a secret mission and has moved the helicopter away! What happened?"

Shang Qing didn't have time to explain to him, so he hung up the phone and called You Yanshen, "Uncle, I need to rush to Dingming City immediately. Can you think of a way?"

You Yanshen's face darkened, but his tone was very gentle, "Don't worry, uncle will do whatever you want." As he spoke, he made a gesture to Assistant Xu. Half a minute later, Assistant Xu nodded to him.

You Yanshen continued: "Is it right to go to Dingming City? Can we get to the airport within two hours?"

Shang Qing quickly said: "Yes, the sooner the better!"

You Yanshen: "Let's go to the airport, everything has been arranged."

Private jets need to reserve a flight path at least five hours in advance, but in some emergencies, some special groups can make temporary reservations, but the price is a bit high.

Shang Qing naturally knew what this meant, but now he didn't even have time to say thank you, so he grabbed his bag and rushed out.

On the way to the airport, he continued to call You Mingchi, "Get to the airport within two hours and bring all your documents."

You Mingchi only said, "Wait."

Two hours later, Youjia's private plane took off.

At two o'clock in the morning, we landed at Dingming Municipal Airport.

At four o'clock in the morning, a house in Xianglin Community was broken into.

Shang Qing kicked open the door, and the smell of alcohol and strong blood hit his face.

The two broke into the bedroom and saw the man sleeping like a dead pig on the bed. Under the bed, Zhang Hongmei was lying on broken porcelain pieces and blood, and she was in shock.

A discerning person will know what happened at a glance.

You Mingchi's expression suddenly changed, "Fuck! If I weren't a public official, I would fucking beat this beast to death!" Then he immediately called an ambulance.

Shang Qing was much more direct than him. He stepped forward and opened the bed, and a paper talisman was stuck on the scumbag's abdomen.

I saw the man who couldn't wake up after being kicked in the door, suddenly opened his eyes, and while half asleep, he covered his stomach and started rolling and wailing: "Ah - it hurts! It hurts me so much! Ah -"

At this time, his stomach was in turmoil, as if a hundred mice were scratching his abdomen, and the pain made him pale!

The intense fear and pain made his eyes widen, and a few words leaked out from his throat like a broken bellows: "No! Don't-ah!"

However, no one present could sympathize with him. He could only endure the severe pain of his internal organs being crushed, and he wanted to jump off the building immediately! But he didn't have the courage, so he could only cry out, "No... please let me go! Please..."

He could never imagine why he was sleeping soundly at home and suddenly something bad happened from the sky?

The sirens of ambulances and police cars rang outside, and after a while, rapid footsteps came from the stairs.

Shang Qing snapped his fingers, and the paper talisman ignited without fire, leaving no ashes.

But that scumbag had already scratched him to pieces, and the pain had not passed. He fell on the bed with a pale face, feeling dizzy from the pain.

Shang Qing leaned close to his ear and whispered: "You may not believe in retribution. But I'm sorry, it's coming."