Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

After Aunt Wang fainted, Chu Yao used spiritual energy to form a formation and spread out a mesh barrier made of spiritual energy around the wind chime to keep out the evil spirit.

Wuyou caught the wind chime that fell from the sky and thanked Chu Yao: "Miss Chu, thank you for your help. Hey, what's wrong with Aunt Wang?"

"I attracted some evil energy to her body. She didn't know what she saw, so she fainted from fright." Chu Yao spread his hands innocently.

"That's fine. However, there is still a lot of evil energy in Feng Ling's body. If she absorbs a little bit more evil energy, she may turn into a ghost." Wuyou sighed.

"Cough...cough..." Feng Ling's face turned pale and he kept coughing.

"Now, there is only the last way." Wuyou pursed his lips, made up his mind, and said to Chu Yao: "Miss Chu, please accept the wind chime as your ghost messenger!"

"This..." Chu Yao showed hesitation. The art of controlling ghosts is a magical skill unique to Maoshan. It refers to collecting ghosts as ghost messengers for one to dispatch. However, ghosts as ghost messengers have no freedom at all and can only work hard without complaint. If you work for a Feng Shui master all the time, you are very likely to end up in a state of despair!

"Unless it's absolutely necessary, I won't let her be someone else's messenger. But there is too much evil in her body. If no one controls her, she can't control herself from hurting others." Wuyou smiled bitterly, "Miss Chu , although you and I have known each other for a short time, I can see that your heart is pure and you will not harm the wind chime. Just agree to my excessive request, okay?"

Collecting ghosts is a good thing for a Feng Shui master, but for Chu Yao, she not only regards the wind chime as an ordinary ghost, but more importantly, the wind chime should have the right to make its own decisions.

"I also want to promise you, but I have to know Feng Ling's own thoughts. If she doesn't want to, why should I force her to become my ghost?" Chu Yao said calmly.

"I do!" Feng Ling said eagerly, looking at Wuyou, "If you want me to live, then I am willing."

Chu Yao suddenly felt like he had been stuffed with dog food.

Faced with Feng Ling's bold confession, Wuyou's whole face turned red with embarrassment.

Unfortunately, now is not a good time for romance. He cleared his throat and said seriously to Chu Yao: "Time is running out. I can only teach you the spell once. You take this first and write your name on it with your essence and blood." .”

Wuyou handed over a bright yellow thing that looked like a tablet. Chu Yao nodded understandingly, bit his fingertips, and wrote his name and the name of the wind chime on it.

Wuyou only recited the formula for controlling ghosts once, and after hearing it, Chu Yao memorized it word by word.

She held the Ghost Card in her hand and made a sword-like finger shape with her right hand. With a clear mind and concentration, she spoke slowly and firmly -

"Yao Yao Mingming, heaven and earth are born together,"

"When it disperses, it becomes Qi; when it gathers, it forms."

"The ancestor of the five elements, the essence of Liujia,"

"Soldiers fight according to the sun, and follow orders at all times!"

A gust of wind roared past, and the wind chime was instantly sucked into the ghost card. She fell directly into a deep sleep due to inhaling too much evil energy.

"Great, it worked!" Wuyou said happily, and then he felt a violent dizziness and he couldn't hold on any longer.

"Miss Chu, your talent in metaphysics is truly astonishing. In time, you will become a great talent." Wuyou said with emotion, "The evil spirit of Prince Shun's Mansion has been almost eliminated. The grudges of this century have been wiped out today. It’s finally over, and I can leave with peace of mind.”

The sun was about to rise, Wuyou slowly closed his eyes.

At the last moment of his life, he felt the real sunshine shining on his face for the first time in a long time. Everything was so warm, real, beautiful and prosperous.

If there is an afterlife, he hopes to see the wind chime again, and he will definitely live up to the wind chime.

Looking at the relieved smile on Wuyou's face, Chu Yao used his spiritual energy to seal several large acupoints with an indifferent expression while he was not prepared.

At this time, Ji Jinchen, who had been serving as a backdrop all night, finally said: "Is this...?"

"Oh, this man can still be saved. If you throw him back to Maoshan, I can get another benefit." Chu Yao explained.

"Then why didn't you tell him earlier?" Ji Jinchen was deeply shocked. Based on the current poignant atmosphere, he thought Wuyou was about to go offline.

Chu Yao spread his hands and said, "He didn't ask me either."

She secretly complained that she hated people showing affection the most in her life, so she had to let this kid suffer some loss.

Ji Jinchen choked and said, "I see, what about Aunt Wang?"

"Well, don't worry about him. People who eat human flesh generally can't live too long. Soon she will go crazy on her own. Just find a mental hospital and put her in it." Chu Yao glanced at the woman lying on the ground with disgust. .

When the sun illuminated the entire Prince Shun Mansion, now No. 166 Fengyayuan, Chu Yao and Ji Jinchen suddenly realized a very important issue.

That is, Wuyou had hidden the entire Prince Shun Mansion before, which resulted in many things in the Prince's Mansion not being discovered during the original rectification.

And with his formation withdrawn, all these things emerged.

Prince Shun's mansion is extremely luxurious. The steps are made of white marble, the tiles are made of colored glaze, the railings are carved from a single piece of sapphire, the pebbles paved on the cobblestone path are all kinds of precious stones, and there are only two types of furniture in the house, one is yellow Made of rosewood and the other made of rosewood, it was outrageously luxurious.

Chu Yao and Ji Jinchen walked around and found that because the side hall of Prince Shun's Mansion had not been completed, hundreds of tons of golden nanmu, like huanghuali and rosewood, were still left in the warehouse. There are countless types of chicken wing wood and iron wood.

Ji Jinchen, who is a business tycoon, slightly widened his beautiful peach blossom eyes when he saw this scene.

"If Chu Boting knew that he bought such a lot of treasures for more than 10 million yuan, but in the end it was in my hands, would he be so angry that he jumped up and down?" Chu Yao laughed.

Ji Jinchen rarely saw such a bright smile on her face, as clean and clear as the autumn sunshine. He seemed to understand why there were beacon fires to play with the princes in ancient times, and said with a smile: "Maybe."

"Everyone who meets you has a share. We'll get it fifty-fifty." Chu Yao said grandly.

"No, I didn't help." Ji Jinchen said warmly, "This is your house, you can do with it how you want."

"Well, how about I give you 20% and you help me sell some of the wood?" Chu Yao suggested.

"Okay, then Boss Chu will just wait for the acceptance." Ji Jinchen said with a gentle smile.

Three hours later, Maoshan.

"Master, a courier has arrived!" A little Taoist priest hurriedly ran into the room.

"Is a courier worthy of your being so anxious? Your concentration is too poor, so I'll punish you to copy books!" The boss, the old god, ordered from the ground, "Hey, come back first, what courier? The air fryer I bought for my teacher has arrived. ?"

"No, no! There is a person in the express delivery, and there is also a letter. The letter says that this person's name is..." The little Taoist scratched his forehead and thought hard for a while before saying, "What is his name, what is Wuyou!"

The leader was shocked: "What?! Who sent my great uncle back?!"