I rely on fortune-telling to conquer wealthy families

Shang Qing collected the Yin Qi, and the Yin Qi turned into the ghost of a middle-aged uncle. It's just that this ghost looks like it is made up of fragments. It is too worn out and cannot communicate. It just stretches its arms and points motionlessly at the wall in front of it.

The confusion of death will keep them as they were when they died. This uncle... his death was too miserable.

Shang Qing moved closer to the wall to feel it, and sighed: "Call the police, there is a corpse inside."

"The body..." The manager was startled and looked at the two young men in confusion.

You Ziming was also stunned, and immediately said after realizing it: "This is the master I invited. What he said is correct. Please call the police!"

The manager looked from one to the other. Seeing that both of them looked like high school students, he didn't feel panic anymore. How could there be such a young master? He was probably just two kids playing around!

He also understands the psychology of children at this age. Direct rejection will definitely not work, and one of them has an extraordinary status, so he cannot be forced.

So he smiled and said: "Yes, yes, I didn't expect such a thing to happen, but our bar is open now, and the police coming rashly is afraid it will have a bad impact. I will call the police as soon as the business closes tonight, it really scares me." You two young masters, please go back first, and I will inform you when the matter comes to an end."

As soon as he finished speaking, You Ziming snorted: "Who are you fooling! I'm afraid you will forget about this matter as soon as we leave? What, you don't believe what we said?"

The manager hurriedly said, "No matter what you said, I just don't believe what others say, and I have to believe what Master You said. I am really afraid of the negative impact. If the turnover is reduced, I will not be able to keep my job!"

You Ziming pushed him away, "Okay, don't chant and beat me here. I've seen a lot, young master! I'm going to let you open your eyes today!" He picked up the fire extinguisher in the corner and asked Shang Qing, "Then Where is the body? I'll smash it out and show him!"

Shang Qing pondered for a moment, then pointed at the place with the most Yin Qi - there was a loud bang, and a crack opened in the white tiles.

You Ziming is tall and strong, and he can break open the tiles in just a few strokes.

The manager's face showed a bit of impatience, and he cursed in his mind that these brats from rich families were busy making trouble for others when they had nothing to do. He would have to find someone to renovate it later... But before he could finish thinking about it, bahta With a sound, something fell out along with the tiles and rolled to the bottom of his feet.

He took a closer look and met a pair of dark eyes...

Shang Qing placed the rolling skull against the corner, then took out a soul-nurturing talisman to put away the weak ghost, "It's time to call the police now."

"Call the police...I'm going to call the police..." The manager crawled out and called the police. He was afraid that he would never have the courage to enter the women's restroom.

Shang Qing and You Ziming left before the police arrived. On the way, he asked: "You smashed down other people's walls, aren't you afraid that I will say something wrong?"

You Ziming said plausibly, "You are a master, how could you be wrong! Besides, so what if you are wrong, at worst, Master, I will compensate him!"

Shang Qing looked at the saliva he spat out without words, and subconsciously took two steps back, "Okay, that's it for today. Goodbye!"

You Ziming jumped behind and shouted: "Hey, don't leave! Let's have a meal together!"

At this time, in the Mylang Bar, a group of criminal policemen were breaking down the wall to retrieve the body. Two of them were standing in front of the broken wall. A man in black asked, "How was this body found?"

The person behind him said respectfully: "It is said that a boy from the Youjia clan discovered it with a young master."

"Mysterious magician?" The man in black frowned, "When did such a young master appear in the mysterious magic world? Which sect is he from?"

"There is no sect. I heard his surname is Zhou."

The man in black turned his head, "It can't be the newly found illegitimate child of the Zhou family, right?"

The person behind him nodded, "Exactly."

After a while, the man in black smiled bitterly, "What is this all about! How come the Fu family has caught up with all the good things!"

On Monday, Jinhua High School finally started school.

Li Qingqing's case has been investigated, and the school has tried its best to suppress the heat. Now there is no news about it.

The lake has been filled in, and many plane trees have been planted on it. It will definitely be beautiful when they bloom.

Shang Qing felt sorry for the fish, shrimps and crabs that he didn't eat. Li Qingxin was gone and there was no one to catch them for him.

But this time, his campus life was much more lively than before. It's not because of anything else, it's just that I was entangled by You Ziming. This young master used to think about forming gangs and living in the world every day, but now he dreams of cultivating immortals. He pesters Shang Qing all day long to ask about cultivation, and he dreams of flying with a sword.

Shang Qing wished he could seal his mouth with a talisman.

Meng Huai, on the other hand, discovered after in-depth contact that You Ziming was not that bad, and the two became friends.

Apart from anything else, Shang Qing's goal of experiencing high school life has been achieved.

This morning, You Ziming and several younger brothers came to Shang Qing's side to chat and spank, but the math teacher suddenly called Wang Qi away.

The math teacher is a female teacher named Luo Qing. She is about forty years old. She always has a serious look and speaks very sternly. The students are more afraid of her.

You Ziming was worried, "Is Wang Qi going to be okay? He didn't fail the math test this time either!"

Shang Qing looked up and said, "It's a good thing."

As soon as he said this, You Ziming felt relieved. Sure enough, when Wang Qi came back, his expression looked a little confused, but also a little happy.

Everyone asked him what was going on, and Wang Qi scratched the back of his head, "Oh, Teacher Luo said that my uncle paid me living expenses. I really didn't expect that he could pay me living expenses. When I went home during the Chinese New Year, he even ate at his house. I feel so disgusted..."

He raised his head and looked at everyone, "You gave me a lot of money, or I could treat you all to a meal. Thank you all for saving me last time."

"What are you talking about!" You Ziming gave him a slap in the face, "If you have money, why don't you save up and don't want to go to college?"

Several other people also quickly said: "We eat together every day, and I've seen enough of you. Who wants to go out to eat with you! If you want to eat, you have to go out with a girl!"

"That's it!"

Wang Qi wasn't angry either, he just kept giggling.

Shang Qing also curled up the corners of his lips, a pair of pear dimples looming. This silly boy is also lucky and meets all good people. The money wasn't called by any uncle at all, it was probably given to him by the cold female teacher herself.

Things in the world are so strange. Some people's heads are as white as new, and some people's heads are as old as before. Some people have a ghost face, but they have never done anything bad; some people have a Buddha face but a heart like a snake or scorpion.

Shang Qing originally thought that if the case at the Mylang Bar was handed over to the police, nothing would happen to him. However, at the weekend, when he, Meng Huai, and You Ziming went out for a stroll, the soul-nurturing charm he carried with him suddenly started to vibrate crazily.

This uncle's soul has been raised by Shang Qingwen for a few days, and his condition is much better. It is estimated that he will be able to communicate with him in a few days. But even so, he had never seen Yinhun react so violently.

Shang Qing looked in the direction of the trembling Soul Raising Talisman and saw a young man about thirty years old in a suit and leather shoes getting out of a black car and walking into a roadside cafe.

If someone else were watching, the first thing they might notice is the brand and price of the car, or the luxurious decoration of the cafe, and then they come to the conclusion: this young man is really rich.

However, Shang Qing is a mystic sorcerer. The first thing he saw was the thick evil spirit between the young man's brows... This man had a murder case on his hands!

He gently transferred a trace of spiritual energy to calm the almost crazy ghost, and murmured: "This is really a coincidence."

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Meng Huai said keenly: "What's wrong? There...isn't there a ghost here? This is a commercial street!"

Shang Qing shook his head and said speechlessly: "No one is afraid of ghosts. You go back first, I have something else to do."

How could something suddenly happen while walking halfway? Upon hearing this, the other two knew that he had discovered something again, and they were not willing to let him take risks alone. They had to follow him to the death.

Shang Qing had no choice but to bring these two oil bottles.

The man quickly came out of the cafe and got into the car.

The three of them took a taxi and followed him to a high-end-looking neighborhood.

You Ziming whispered: "The housing prices in this community are not cheap, and it is very close to the business district. Many executives of large companies and heads of small companies live here."

The man drove directly into the underground garage, and You Ziming asked, "Are you still following?"

Meng Huai: "There is a gate, so we can't get in, right?"

You Ziming chuckled and said, "My dad has an apartment in this community. I just need to tell you my name. Do you want to come in?"

Shang Qing made a quick decision, "Come in!"

The three of them came in from the gate of the community openly. Shang Qing walked downstairs of an apartment with a clear purpose as if he already knew the direction.

As the distance got closer and closer, the soul nourishing talisman vibrated more and more violently, and the resentment inside seemed to overflow.

Shang Qing: "Do you think the police will believe the accusation without evidence?"

You Ziming said blankly: "This...can't do it, right?"

Shang Qing: "Then we have to let him surrender himself."

As he said that, he took out a charm of sorrow and joy, and then glanced at Meng Huai.

Meng Huai: QAQ

He said tremblingly: "I, I will do it myself!" He pinched his thigh hard and burst into tears instantly.

He dipped the talisman paper in his tears and said, "Give me a few more of these talismans. When I get up in the morning and yawn, I can wipe two of them. This will save me having to pinch my thighs every time. My thighs will turn purple!" "

Shang Qing couldn't help laughing, "Okay."

A talisman was punched out, and invisible ripples spread out.

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Sun Baixiang returned to his apartment, poured himself a glass of high-end red wine and savored it, then turned on the stereo leisurely and played a piece of classical music.

Now he lives like any upper-class person. Who would have thought how depressed he was more than ten years ago?

Money is really a good thing.

The wine was a little too strong, so he leaned on the sofa and took a nap. When he woke up again, he found that he was standing in the same cramped kitchen that was full of grease and disgusted him ten years ago.

The adoptive parents who had been dead for ten years said loudly: "Bai Xiang, come and help, there are too many guests, don't you see?"