I rely on fortune-telling to conquer wealthy families

On the stage, the students dressed in strange shapes and performed hard, and the audience burst into laughter.

Several students who had not yet had their turn to take the stage looked at each other in confusion. Although they did not understand what this story was about, they vaguely remembered that it was a quite tragic mythical love story. Is there so many laughs?

Finally it was Shang Qing's turn to take the stage. He didn't need anyone to rush him and walked onto the stage by himself to the BGM.

He was wearing the most expensive costume in the entire "crew". The rental fee for a complete set was as high as forty yuan a day. The quality and color were not very good. The only advantage was that it was tight enough.

The tight-fitting clothes outline Master Shang's waist, which is less than a palm wide, and his straight legs.

Behind him, several girls were touching their chins and looking at him, "Hey, look at this waist and these legs. Can I see this for free?"

"Ahem, take one more look and earn one!"

One of the girls suddenly covered her mouth and said, "Wait! Why isn't he wearing makeup? Pingping!"

Xuan Pingping, who was so busy, took a moment to take a look, and immediately went crazy: "Ah ah ah let him escape! Angry! I couldn't put makeup on him this time. I don't know when I can touch him next time." Face!"

Several girls: "..."

No, is this the point?

Okay, this is quite important ahem...

Master Shang's steps were stiff, and the sorcerer's super-high hearing ability was sometimes not good... He walked onto the stage, and the following spotlights with excellent coordination immediately hit him.

The auditorium, which was filled with thunderous laughter, suddenly fell into silence, and the entire auditorium suddenly became quiet.

Shang Qing squinted his eyes, not knowing what was going on. He thought it was not his fault, so he continued to move forward with peace of mind and stopped in front of the prop representing the river.

He slowly squatted down and leaned over.

With the movement, the clothes fell slightly, revealing the smooth lines of the neck and the delicate collarbone.

There was a commotion in the audience.

Master Shang blinked blankly and continued to look in the mirror according to the script, while counting the seconds in his mind.

When the count reached twenty seconds, he pounced forward and simply logged off.

A classmate from the props team dressed as a little black man immediately crawled over and planted a daffodil on the spot, signaling Narcissus to turn into a narcissus.

The lights dimmed and Shang Qing quietly retreated.

At this moment, the audience finally realized that this character who had stunned the audience was just dead? died? Was he on stage for forty seconds?

Someone said: "Damn! He's not the protagonist? It doesn't make sense not to arrange a protagonist when he looks like this, right?"

Another retorted: "Although, wasn't the protagonist who just appeared at the beginning, the man in green clothes?"

Someone in the back row interrupted, "No, the one in green is a man? I always thought it was a woman!"

Shang Qing, who listened to the whole process: "..."

To be honest, it’s not surprising that this show ended up last.

However, as soon as he reached the backstage, he was caught by Xuan Pingping, who looked anxious and said, "Quickly save the situation, the classmate who played Zeus has a bad stomach and is still in the toilet! Now you are the only one who is not behind me." Please take over the role!"

Shangqing couldn't refuse such a thing, so he said, "Okay, where are his clothes?"

Xuan Pingping: "The clothes are also in the toilet! No need to change, just put them on like this!"

She pushed Shang Qing forward. Master Shang was speechless, "I remember in the plot, Zeus fell in love with the narcissus that Narcissus turned into at first sight, right? What's wrong with me going up like this? I fall in love with myself?"

Xuan Pingping was so anxious that she started talking nonsense: "Narcissus is already narcissistic, so falling in love with him is not a big deal. Just use your imagination!"

Shang Qing:?

No, Narcissus is narcissistic and not a psychopath, okay? Is it okay to fall in love with yourself?

However, Xuan Pingping was small but strong, so he was pushed onto the stage in one go.

Because the students were all non-professionals, Xuan Pingping was afraid that everyone would forget the words and did not dare to ask everyone to recite their lines on stage. Instead, they had recorded them in advance and only needed to lip-sync.

Therefore, when Shang Qing stepped onto the stage, the lines belonging to Zeus immediately sounded, "Oh! Dear Narcissus, your beauty makes my heart surge!"

Shang Qing: "..."

He was a little skeptical about how much Xuan Pingping had passed in the Chinese language test in the college entrance examination.

The audience was stunned for a moment, and then started laughing and clapping their hands. They couldn't understand the plot anyway, so they might as well watch the handsome guy!

Shang Qing walked helplessly to the narcissus in a daze, and began to praise this plastic flower worth five yuan from various angles.

He heard a girl in the front row praise in a low voice: "I'll go and fend for myself. Is this handsome guy so awesome?"

Shang Qing:?

I'm not.

I do not have.

Don't talk nonsense!

Please separate the drama, thank you!

Finally, after ten long minutes, the stage play finally came to an end, and the whole class took the stage to take the curtain call.

The audience burst into applause, and many people shouted: "I have decided on this vote!"

"Hahaha!"

Backstage, many students who had finished the performance crowded at the stage to watch, and they couldn't stop laughing. This show was really chaotic and lively.

One of the boys accidentally took a step back and felt that he had stepped on someone, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He apologized and turned around, only to find that the person behind him was motionless and looking at a tin bucket in the corner.

"I'm sorry, classmate, I stepped on you...Eh? Senior Ye?" Only then did the boy see clearly that the person behind him was Ye Xiaoran.

It's just that something is wrong with Ye Xiaoran now. Even his stage makeup can't hide his pale face, and his body is still shaking slightly.

The boy worriedly asked: "Senior Ye, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ye Xiaoran suddenly came back to his senses, the fear in his eyes had not yet dissipated, "No... yes, I feel a little uncomfortable, so I will leave first."

The boy groaned, "You can vote after the party, seniors, won't you participate?"

However, Ye Xiaoran had already left in a hurry. If you look closely, you can see that he is running away, as if something is chasing him.

At this time, Ye Xiaoran really felt this way. He simply didn't dare to look up. No matter which direction he looked, he could see the little squirrel holding a sharp knife as long as it was a little reflective.

The sharp knife is still dripping blood, and the little squirrel is no longer naive. Its furry face cannot hide its malice, and there is still a whisper: "I found you..."

Cold sweat broke out on Ye Xiao's back. He wished he could put on his wings and leave this place... He still felt lucky in his heart. As long as he left here, it would be fine...

An hour later, the welcome party ended successfully. Shang Qing's class defeated Ye Xiaoran by a narrow margin of more than ten votes and won the most popular program of the party. The classmates also received ten credits.

Many viewers even wrote on their tickets: "This ticket is dedicated to the handsome guy who suffered a blow to himself."

Shang Qing: "..."

In short, everyone except Master Shang is very satisfied with the result.

After finally getting rid of the excited classmates, Shang Qing returned to the apartment building. As soon as he entered the door, he was pressed against the door.

Fu Lianzhi's low and hoarse voice sounded in my ears, "Aqing, I don't think the real Narcissus is better looking than you."

Shang Qing raised his eyebrows, "You went to school again?"

Fu Lianzhi laughed quietly.

I have to say that the soundproofing of the apartment is worth its price.

Someone was passing by in the corridor next to the door, and occasionally they heard faint sounds coming from the house, but they couldn't be heard clearly. Passers-by could only turn their heads suspiciously, and then quickly leave.

The sound didn't stop until it was dark.

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College life proceeds step by step. Although it is a little easier than in the third year of high school, it is not much easier after all. As a result, Shang Qing was unable to see You Ziming and Meng Huai for several days.

So, that afternoon, when he walked into the community and saw two people running towards him, he thought they were looking for him to eat.

Then he saw two people running in front of him, scrambling to speak:

You Ziming: "Help! There is a ghost in the house we live in!"

Meng Huai: "You Ziming is not a human being! Ice my face with popsicles in the middle of the night!"

Shang Qing:?

Probably because the doubtful expression on his face was too obvious, You Ziming tugged at the little fat man, "Please make it clearer! Didn't you ask Shang Qing to comment? You should start from the beginning!"

The little fat man pursed his lips and looked at Shang Qing eagerly, "We rented a house in your community before, do you remember?"

Shang Qing nodded. At that time, he also said that he would help move, but the two of them refused, saying that there were not many things.

The little fat man continued: "It's been almost half a month since we moved in! The house is about the same size as yours. It's a two-story duplex apartment. Ziming and I live on one floor each. I live downstairs and he lives upstairs."

"I lived well in the first few days, but then every night someone put ice cubes on my cheeks, which made them swollen from the cold! Moreover, I heard the sound of people going down the stairs. If it hadn't been for him, it would have been... who?"

The wanderer complained, "I'm sick! I didn't sleep or play games in the middle of the night, so I came to slap your cheek? I told you there was a ghost!"

Meng Huai continued to purse his lips, looking at Shang Qing, what he meant: I beg you to resolve the case!

Shang Qing twitched the corner of his mouth and found that the cheeks of the little fat boy were indeed bigger and smaller. However, he found no such thing as yin and resentment in these two people.

Generally speaking, except for the dark circles under their eyes due to staying up late, there are no dark spots on their bodies and they are very clean.

He looked at You Ziming, "You really didn't do it?"

You Ziming wished he could swear to the sky: "I really don't have any weird hobbies! Freeze your cheeks or something like that, what exactly are you asking for! I think even if a ghost does this, it's very sick!"

Shang Qing pondered for a moment, "Let's go and see where you live."

The two quickly took him back.

This was the first time for Shang Qing to come to the place where the two of them lived. He saw that the whole room was very warmly decorated. The corners of the furniture and the raised areas on the wall were carefully covered with soft leather. The wallpaper was some fruit patterns or cartoon patterns.

There are also some colorful paintings or photos hanging on the walls, some of them are small animals, some are flowers, which are very interesting to match the overall decoration style.

Meng Huai introduced: "The house was renovated by the homeowner. She has a three-year-old baby at home, so the style is more childish. She said we could redecorate it, but it looked pretty good to us, so we didn't change it."

Shang Qing nodded, "This house has good feng shui. Although it does not attract wealth, it will bless the owner's health. And living in such bright and sunny colors will make people feel more positive."

Youzi muttered and said quickly: "Really? I think I can be active and I will never be bored enough to break into the bedroom in the middle of the night!"

Shang Qing walked around upstairs and downstairs, his brows gradually frowning.

This house is a little too clean.

Not to mention ghost monsters, there is not even the stench that would accumulate in ordinary houses. It's as clean as a temple.

This is just like an ordinary rental house that has met the ICU disinfection standards and no bacteria can be found in the entire house. It is not normal at all.

Meng and Huai looked at each other and asked, "Is it difficult?"

Shang Qing shook his head slightly, "When does it usually appear?"

Meng Huai: "It will appear as long as I am asleep. The earliest time I went to bed was around ten o'clock at night. It will be around twelve o'clock when I am asleep!"

Shang Qing said: "Then wait a moment, wait until it appears, and see what it is."

It was only afternoon now, so the three simply ordered takeout and sat on the sofa to play games.

It wasn't until around ten o'clock in the evening that Shang Qing stood up and stretched, "Okay, it's time to go to bed."

You Ziming was in high spirits, "Huh? Are you going to sleep now? It's still early, let's play some more!"

Meng Huai: "That's right!"

Shang Qing: "...No, have you forgotten why I came here tonight?"

You Ziming: "Huh? Aren't you playing games?" He reacted for a while, "Oh, catch ghosts! Fatty, go to bed quickly!"

Meng Huai put down his phone regretfully and muttered, "Suddenly I feel that this ghost is a bit annoying..."

He went into the bedroom to sleep, while Shang Qing and You Ziming played quietly again.

Suddenly, You Ziming saw Shang Qing's figure not moving. He looked up and saw Shang Qing listening to something, and said to him: turn off the light.

You Ziming immediately tiptoed to turn off the light.

The entire apartment was plunged into darkness.

Suddenly there was a sound of "bah, bah, bah" in the room. This was probably the sound Meng Huai mentioned of going down the stairs.

However, to the ears of the two sober people, the sound was more like the sound of the ball hitting the ground than the sound of footsteps.

You Ziming suddenly shuddered, remembering the widely circulated horror legend: A man saw a child shooting a ball from a distance. When he walked in, he realized that the child was not shooting the ball, but his own head...

He immediately leaned next to Shang Qing and couldn't help but choke: Why are you thinking about this!

Shang Qing glanced at him inexplicably, then raised his feet and walked to the door of Meng Huai's bedroom without a trace of footsteps.

The little fat man didn't close the door and was lying on the bed unconscious.

But in front of his bed, it was not the horrific scene that the wanderer imagined:

There, I saw a fluffy, chubby little white dog that looked like a snowball, playing with a green ball in its mouth.

It picked up the ball, opened its mouth, and the green ball fell down, bouncing and rolling away. It immediately waved its four claws to follow it, and its braid-like ears were placed on both sides of its head, swinging it as it ran. Throw it away, all the fur on your body is running hard.

In the darkness, the little white dog emits a faint white light, looking a little holy and more cute.

At this time, Shang Qing felt You Ziming tugging on his sleeve. He turned around and saw You Ziming pouting at him, signaling: On the wall!

Shang Qing looked up and found a painting hanging on the wall beside his bed. He had just seen that painting today, and it looked like a little white dog running with a ball in its mouth.

But at this moment, the screen was empty, leaving only a piece of green grass.

As soon as he raised his eyes, the puppy's movements changed again. It seemed that it had had enough of playing with the ball. It carefully placed the ball against the corner and arched it with its little nose.

Then, it jumped on the bed, came close to Meng Huai, and patted his face with its furry little paws.

The little fat man slept without knowing anyone else.

The puppy whined and spun around in a circle, then lay down on his quilt, stuck out its tongue and started licking his face.

Shang Qing:…

Finally knew who was holding ice cubes on his face...

He carefully retreated with You Ziming.

You Ziming still didn't dare to speak, and only indicated with his eyes: How to fix it? Just leave that little fat guy in there?

Shang Qing whispered: "It's not a big deal, let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he went directly into the guest room on the first floor and started to sleep.

You Ziming was also very arrogant, and he fell asleep faster when Shang Qing said it was okay.

The next morning, the three of them made some breakfast and listened to Shang Qing's explanation while eating.

Shang Qing: "After the puppy died unexpectedly, its soul was attached to that painting. And that painting may be the child's favorite painting."

Meng Huai said quickly: "That's right. When we came to see the house, the landlord said that the room where I slept was formerly a baby's room, and the baby's favorite paintings were hung there. When the baby was learning to speak, he often talked to The puppy in the painting is talking!”

Shang Qing: "That's right. Children's love is the most sincere and their feelings are the purest. Over time, the painting has become spiritual. After the soul of the puppy entered the painting, it became the spirit in the painting."

"Dogs have a natural instinct to look after the house. In addition, the dog's intelligence is born out of the love of its owner. It will automatically protect the owner and expel the filth in the house. That's why the house is so clean."

You Ziming couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the painting, "You're really capable!"

After saying that, I felt a little stupid and hurriedly asked: "You said it has spiritual intelligence, should it be able to understand it, right?"

"Yes." Shang Qing said, "Actually, it can also appear during the day, but you are not at home during the day, so it chooses to come out at night. Moreover, it should not be too far away from the main body yet, and probably cannot leave the bedroom."

He looked at the two of them with a slightly serious expression, "So, now the question is, what do you want to do with this painting spirit?"

You Ziming and Meng Huai looked at each other and asked him, "Can you send it to be reincarnated?"

Shang Qing shook his head, "The spirit is different from the ghost. The spirit is a way of continuation of consciousness. If I want to send it to reincarnation, I can only kill it, turn it into a ghost again, and then save it."

Meng Huai became anxious when he heard this, "No! It didn't do anything wrong, it just wanted to play with me. What bad intentions can a little dog have?"

You Ziming also said: "Yes, it looks very polite, I think I can accept sharing a room with it!"

Shang Qing raised the corner of his mouth, "So, you have decided to raise it? It is not a living dog, but a spirit?"

Meng Huai and You Ziming looked at each other again, both nodded, "Yeah!"

Shang Qing: "Raising a spirit is not easy. There are many things that need to be paid attention to. Are you really sure?"

Meng Huai and You Ziming said again: "Yeah!!"

The two of them are now beguiled by the beauty of the puppy and have no sense at all.

Shang Qing: "Okay, let me tell you what you need to pay attention to. First of all, the home must be kept clean. The spirit loves cleanliness the most. It was born here. If this place becomes messy, although it will not leave, it will not leave. It will definitely be an uncomfortable stay.”

You Ziming: "That's no problem. We used to hire hourly workers to clean it every week. At worst, it will be twice a week or once every other day!"

Shang Qing: "Second point, don't bring bloody things home in the near future, not even fish or meat. It has just been born, and its temperament is unstable. If it is aroused by eating blood, it may go astray. Wait for a while , when its character matures, this restriction can be removed.”

Meng Huai nodded again and again, "That's no problem. Neither of us can cook anyway."

Shang Qing: "The third point, and the most important point, is not to do bad things with it. The spirit can also cultivate merits. If you keep it with it to do good deeds, maybe a hundred years later its merits will be complete and it can be reincarnated as a human being."

You Ziming was excited, "If it can still be like this, then I will do more good deeds to make it complete its merits as soon as possible. Maybe after I get married, it can be reincarnated as my son!"

Shang Qing twitched his lips and decided not to tell this guy that he would probably remain a bachelor until he was forty years old.

Shang Qing took out two more talismans and handed them to the two of them, "You can touch them when you wear them."

The two quickly took it over.

Finally, the three of them said goodbye to the puppy in the portrait and went out to school.

Meng Huai and You Ziming were still in excitement. They did not expect that they would raise the soul of a puppy before they had ever raised a real dog in their lives. This experience was so amazing!

The two asked Shang Qing some precautions. Before they left the community, Meng Huai bumped into a hurried person.

"Ah! I'm sorry, sorry..." The little fat man quickly apologized.

However, the man didn't say a word, he just stared at Shang Qing, his eyes were red and bloodshot, as if he had seen an enemy.

You Ziming stood up and stood in front of Shang Qing, "What's wrong, brother, is something wrong?"

The man came back to his senses, lowered his head, and continued to leave in a hurry.

You Ziming snorted, "Who is he? He doesn't look normal."

Meng Huai touched his chubby chin, "It feels familiar, what is it called..."

"Ye Xiaoran."

Meng Huai clapped his hands, "Ah, yes! That's him! Yanhua's former male idol! He actually lives here too... Eh? Shang Qing, do you know him? Yes, your votes were very close before! Ah, yes, The voting results came out yesterday, did you see it? You were elected the male star of Yanhua University! Hahaha, I especially want to say this to the high school group..."

However, Shang Qing did not bother to talk to him, but stared at Ye Xiaoran's back for a long time.

I haven’t seen him for a while, and I can no longer see this man. He is filled with resentment and evil spirits, and there are also traces of yin energy mixed in, and there is even a hint of evil spirit!

What happened to him?

In the end what happened? Ye Xiaoran also wanted to ask about this.

Facts have proved that luck is not allowed. Since that party...

Ye Xiaoran hurried on, not even daring to raise his eyes. However, a candy wrapper floated out of nowhere and landed at his feet, with the silver side meeting his gaze.

Ye Xiaoran froze immediately.

The picture played out on paper.