I rely on fortune-telling to conquer wealthy families

Shang Qing suddenly thought of the six million that appeared on the card for no reason, "Who made an agreement with you? You just want to buy my blood for six million, in a dream."

Fu Liangzhi smiled: "In that case, I'll ask you to stay here as a guest for a few days, and then go out after you think about it clearly."

"Huh, if you don't get out, you won't get out." Shang Qing glared at him and threw himself on the luxurious bed in the center of the room that looked comfortable. The bed in the school dormitory was so hard that he couldn't sleep well these days.

Don't tell me, this bed is indeed worthy of its gorgeous appearance. It is actually softer than Shang Qing's own bed. Lying on it is like lying on a cloud. Shang Qing, who was already sleepy, becomes even more drowsy.

He raised his feet and hooked up the quilt, covering himself with it. There is no place in the world like sleeping. There is no evil spirit in this ghost. Let's wait until he wakes up to talk about anything.

This reaction was something Fu Lianzhi didn't expect. After a while, when he saw that everyone on the bed was about to fall asleep, he shook his head and laughed, "What an interesting kid."

He turned around and floated out of the room. A huge ghost with faintly red pupils approached him and said, "Master Ghost King, have you found the person you are looking for? Do you need me to scare him and then poke his eyes out?" Peel off his skin..."

Fu Lianzhi, still smiling slightly, turned to look at him, "Oh?"

Li Gui was excited, "Don't worry, leave it to me. I guarantee that he will be obedient to you in less than half a day... uh-uh-"

Fu Lianzhi smiled lightly and stretched out a hand to crush his head. Then he waved his hand gently and chopped twice, cutting his body into four square pieces.

The evil ghost was actually still alive, with its splashed eyeballs hanging on its torso, looking at him in pain and pleading.

Fu Lianzhi shook his head and sighed, "You are so cruel. You must be a good person in the next life." The overwhelming Yin Qi suppressed and the evil ghost was swallowed up.

After falling asleep, Shang Qing woke up from hunger. He rubbed his belly and opened his eyes, feeling the yin energy surging in the room, and said lazily: "I want to eat charcoal grilled lamb chops, sweet and sour pork ribs, garlic cabbage and seafood porridge."

In the darkness, a voice said helplessly: "You are really a conscious guest."

Shang Qing turned over and continued: "I want black tea to drink, and mango and strawberry for fruits after dinner."

After a while, the lights in the room turned on, and a stupid kid came up with steaming meals, no more, no less, just what Shang had ordered.

Shang Qing drank a bowl of fresh and sweet seafood porridge first, which soothed his hungry stomach. He sighed in comfort and began to eat happily.

Fu Lianzhi stood next to him and asked considerately: "How does it taste? Do you want to consider cooperation?"

Shang Qing's left ear went in and the right ear came out, while his eyes were fixed on the billowing yin energy around the opponent's body. He found that where Fu Lianzhi's Yin Qi rolled over, the bones and fruit cores he had eaten were gone... This Yin Qi was so useful, much better than the vacuum cleaner used by the servants at home. No wonder this room looks unoccupied but is spotlessly clean!

After eating and drinking, Shang Qing walked around the room. This is a suite covering an area of ​​about 100 square meters, fully furnished and luxuriously decorated, as well as a projector and disc.

He randomly pulled out a video and stuffed it in, turned off the light, and a picture appeared on the white wall.

Fu Lianzhi was curious, "Are all children today so courageous?"

Shang Qing sat cross-legged on the sofa and reached out to grab his Yin Qi, "Can your Yin Qi be released?"

Fu Lianzhi: "What will it look like after it's scattered?"

Shang Qing: "It's scattered all over the house, like it's haunted!"

Fu Lianzhi readily agreed. Anyway, his Yin Qi couldn't be gathered together, and it leaked out when he relaxed a little, and the room was immediately filled with darkness.

Thriller music suddenly sounded, and the movie name finally appeared on the screen: "The Village".

Feeling the yin energy brushing against his ankles, Shang Qing hugged the pillow and nodded with satisfaction, what a 4D horror movie! Cool!

Fu Lianzhi laughed, paused, and used Yin Qi to create an entity based on the ghost image in the movie, intending to coax the child.

This was much harder than cutting the devil into cubes. He tried for more than ten minutes before he succeeded. When he turned around, he saw that the boy had fallen asleep on the sofa.

Fu Lianzhi shook his head helplessly, rolled him up and put him on the bed.

Shang Qing has been "imprisoned" for two or three days. These two or three days were simply the most comfortable two or three days he had ever lived since he traveled to this world.

He even felt that he shouldn't have gone to school just to avoid laziness, and he should have asked Fu Lianzhi to catch him earlier! How wonderful it is here, even if God wants to give him a job, he can't even see anyone, let alone other ghosts!

Oh, not counting those brats under Fu Lianzhi.

Shang Qing raised his head and said to the stupid kid: "Go and prepare a pen, yellow paper and cinnabar for me."

The kid was obedient and took the things over after a while.

So, when Fu Linzhi came back, the mystic sorcerer who was "imprisoned" by him was drawing and talismans.

Fu Lianzhi was speechless. He looked at the kid and said warmly, "You just watch him draw the talisman? Could it be that you have done enough ghost work and want to lose your soul?"

The kid is turning around pitifully with his big head on his head. Doesn’t that mean: Didn’t you tell him to prepare whatever he wants?

Shang Qing, who was drawing the talisman, sneered, "If you want to scare him away, do you still need the talisman?"

Fu Lianzhi walked to the table and found that a large pile of talismans had been drawn on the table. It was roughly estimated that there were more than a hundred talismans at least.

He took a closer look and asked curiously: "Why don't these talismans have any spiritual power fluctuations?"

Shang Qing raised his eyebrows, held a piece of talisman paper between two fingers and flicked it. The spiritual energy was introduced, and the talisman paper flashed white. He threw the talisman paper out, and Fu Lianzhi ducked sideways. The talisman paper fell to the ground and ignited without fire. The green flames burned away the yin energy around it, clearing an open space.

Fu Lianzhi looked at the open space, and the yin energy around him slowly replenished. He looked at Shang Qing again with deep eyes. This young man... had such a high level of cultivation.

Shang Qing proudly pointed to the pile of talisman papers on the table, "I want to eat hot pot at noon, prepare it quickly, or else I'll blow up your house!"

Fu Lianzhi smiled softly as if seeing a naughty child, "This is not good. Children can't play with such dangerous... things!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and a stream of Yin Qi popped up. The target was exactly that pile of talisman papers, which meant: catch them all in one sweep!

Shang Qing made the same finger gesture, and the spiritual energy was particularly conspicuous in this place full of Yin energy. After blocking the Yin energy, he immediately picked up the talisman and put it in his arms. However, by coincidence, the top talisman The paper was blown up by the wind and floated in the air under the attack of two forces.

Fu Lianzhi moved very quickly and swung out another stream of Yin Qi, which looked like it could destroy one after another.

Shang Qing didn't expect this, but he was not in a hurry. After all, if this one spell was destroyed, it would be destroyed. There were hundreds more in his arms.

Talisman paper without spiritual power is just a piece of waste paper, and it is absolutely impossible to block Fu Lianzhi's attack - this is what both of them thought.

However, he did not expect that after the talisman paper was hit by the Yin Qi, it did not break into pieces, but instead flashed with white light - the talisman became complete.

The talisman paper that shone with white light faintly fell to the ground, and the two of them froze at the same time.

Shang Qing did not give up, picked up the talisman and threw it out. With a hiss, the green flame ignited, and the surrounding Yin Qi was burned away. It has the same function as the previous talisman paper.

He looked up at Fu Lianzhi and said, "Your Yin Qi is weird."

As we all know, Yin energy cannot draw talismans. Even if a mystic magician dies and becomes a ghost, he cannot use Yin Qi to draw talismans. Otherwise the world would be in chaos.

Therefore, there must be something weird about Fu Lianzhi.

Fu Lianzhi was also looking at Shang Qing. This was not the first time he saw a talisman, and he had never seen his Yin Qi draw a talisman before. To say that his Yin Qi is weird, it would be better to say that the talismans drawn by this kid are weird.

Shang Qing looked him up and down. This man's Yin energy could activate the talisman! You must know that the most difficult part of drawing talismans is the step of introducing spiritual power. Talismans without spiritual power are just waste paper.

Ordinary mysticists need to slowly introduce spiritual energy during the process of drawing the talisman, and finally the talisman can be completed. Shangqing is very talented but lazy, so he invented a method of drawing the talisman first, and then using his spiritual power to activate it when used.

But his spiritual energy is not endless. If this person's Yin energy can activate the talisman, wouldn't it be equivalent to having a talisman power bank?

Thinking of this, Shang Qing raised his chin, "You want my blood, right? Let's make a deal. You activate three hundred... no, five hundred talismans for me every month. I'll give them to you every month. Three drops of blood.”

Fu Lianzhi knew what he was planning as soon as he heard it. He chuckled and shook his finger, "Five drops of blood a month, the price has increased."

Shang Qing squinted at him, "I've raised the price for a thousand talismans a month."

In the end, the two of them each took a step back and exchanged four drops of blood for 600 talismans a month.

Shang Qing took out the talismans in his arms and said, "Activate these for me first, and I will give you a drop of blood."

Fu Lianzhi was not afraid that he would break his promise. With a wave of his hand, billowing yin energy spread out, the talisman was flipped one by one, white light flashed back and forth, and it was over after a while.

Shang Qing was counting his talismans like a miser counting his money, when Fu Linzhi asked: "Where is my blood?" He had no time to care about the other person, so he said casually: "You can do it yourself."

Then he noticed the figure approaching, and a cold hand pressed his neck. Shang Qing woke up in shock, "What are you doing?"

Fu Lianzhi pointed to his neck and reminded: "Blood."

Shang Qing: "You still want to suck the neck? Are you a vampire?"

Fu Lianzhi spread his hands helplessly, "Then where do you want to bite?"

Shang Qing thought for a while and reluctantly stretched out a foot.

Fu Lianzhi lowered his head and glanced at the white and tender feet. The corners of his mouth curved and his eyes were dark, "You want me to lick your feet?"

Shang Qing said plausibly, "Wherever you suck, it's not sucking. Isn't it all my blood? Do you want love?"

Fu Lianzhi looked at the feet hanging in mid-air. They were delicate and white, as if they were carved from exquisite white jade. If this foot is cut off and used as a collection, people will definitely be addicted to it... He shook his head: "Let's change the place."

Finally, the two continued to take a step back and decided to bite their fingers.

Shang Qing sat on the bed and stretched out his left hand. The tips of the fair and slender fingers are slightly pink, the nails have a subtle sheen, and the joints are delicate and cute. These are a pair of young hands that have not yet grown up. They are as beautiful as works of art.

Fu Lianzhi knelt down and held the jade-like fingers.

Shang Qing only felt that his fingertips were wrapped in a piece of cold tenderness. His back went numb and he glared at the other person, "If you want to bite, hurry up!"

Fu Lianzhi chuckled, carefully pricked the skin, and a drop of hot blood fell into his throat.

In an instant, the Yin Qi rolled around, and his soul immediately stagnated for a moment, and the severe pain that was tearing his soul apart was relieved a lot. The effect can be said to be immediate.

However, he didn't stop, he just licked the small wound bit by bit, and the touch of his tongue and fingertips was a bit itchy.

Shang Qing couldn't help but pull his finger back, "Okay, I'm going to have hot pot for lunch, go and prepare it!"

Fu Lianzhi shook his head, not licking enough.

Shang Qing misunderstood what he meant and said loudly: "What do you mean, a woman bleeds once a month and has to eat red dates and drink sugar water? I can't even eat hot pot?"