Surprise! Mrs. Xie is setting up a fortune-telling stall on a tricycle again

Old Master Song was blinded by the blood spurted out by Master Mingjing.

He wiped his face, squinted the eye that couldn't open, and asked anxiously: "Master, are you okay?"

Master Mingjing spat out two mouthfuls of blood again, and his robe was stained red with blood.

Old Master Song was terrified, and his hands were shaking as he supported Master Mingjing. "Doctor Chen, come over quickly and take a look. The master is vomiting blood."

Old Master Song was very panicked. Master Mingjing was very famous in the circle of wealthy people in Beijing. If he died in his family, then his family affairs would no longer be kept secret, and other people might not be willing to cooperate with their family in the future, let alone marriage.

Doctor Chen walked up and was about to feel Master Mingjing's pulse, but the master pushed his hand away and sat up straight. "It's nothing, he was just attacked by the formation, he won't die."

But he was also seriously injured, but he couldn't show it. Otherwise, if it got out, people would say that he was not as good as a young girl. How would he have the face to stay in the industry in the future?

Old Master Song used the warm water brought by the servant to wash his bloodstained eyes. His vision became clearer and he saw the large patch of bright red blood on Master Mingjing's robe. He was shocked and asked, "Master, are you really okay?"

Master Mingjing had a mouthful of blood rushing up his throat, but he swallowed it hard and waved his hand towards Old Master Song, "It won't affect you."

He walked to a chair nearby and sat down, taking a breath, and said, "It seems that the girl is indeed quite capable. No wonder she was able to injure my junior brother. I just don't know where her master came from."

He never mentioned the fact that he was injured. After all, his self-proclaimed genius persona cannot be broken.

Mr. Song was even more worried about his precious grandson, and asked quickly: "Can we still eliminate the mother and baby ghosts?"

Master Mingjing took the square handkerchief handed over by his apprentice and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He was now covered in the smell of blood like rust. "We can only ask the ancestors of the Song family to come out and help. You arrange the helicopter. I, you, and him..." Master Mingjing pointed at Song Yunlan and said, "The three of us must go. You arrange the rest of the personnel."

Master Mingjing thought that the other party might have just learned some unorthodox tricks by chance and broke his magic circle by chance. In addition, he was casting spells remotely and the effect of the magic power could not break bones. If they confronted each other on the spot, she would definitely not be his opponent.

After all, he is also the best person in the sect in the past twenty years.

He won't be like Yuan Yi, a half-baked person who had to lie in bed for half a month before his injury healed.

He also had to meet her in person to regain the half of his lost face.

The helicopters were dispatched very quickly.

Mr. Song even sent out a group of elite bodyguards to follow him.

But before boarding the plane, Mr. Song instructed the butler to contact the assistant to investigate who was having a close relationship with a woman named Jiang.

The butler seemed to be hesitant to speak when he heard this.

Mr. Song: "Just say whatever you want to say. We are about to take off. Don't waste time."

The housekeeper leaned close to the old man's ear and said, "Young Master Yunlan has a very close relationship with Miss Jiang Xitong, the real daughter of the Jiang family."

Old Master Song frowned and said, "The extraordinary woman who injured Master Mingjing's junior fellow apprentice is Jiang Xitong?"

The housekeeper shook his head, "Not sure, we need to check."

Mr. Song: "Then check it out quickly. Call me when you have found out."

The helicopter takes off.

The roar of propellers swept across the city.

A few minutes later.

A bodyguard wearing a black crow mask and black tights nimbly climbed into Xiyuan's house through the window.

While he was trying to be cool, he stepped on the glass beads that were drying ginger tea on the windowsill, and he stumbled, slipped and fell.

The bodyguard's face fell right on the butler's feet, and the crow mask fell off, revealing a childish baby face.

This face looks too small, forming a sharp contrast with the ferocious crow mask lying on the ground next to it.

The housekeeper smiled down at the other man and said, "Do you want me to help you up?"

Wu Ya sat up with a somersault, showing off his strong waist. He sat cross-legged and asked the butler, "Butler Lin, where is Master Jiu?"

The housekeeper pointed to the study on the second floor with a smile and said, "The study is here."

The crow did not take the usual route. It stepped on the cabinets on the first floor, just like a cool runner, running and jumping, and climbed to the second floor.

The butler looked at the things he had knocked to the ground, and his smile froze on his face.

Crow pushed open the study door and walked in.

"Master Jiu, the Song family has sent out a helicopter, and it looks like they are going back to Dahe Village." As Wu Ya spoke, he looked up at Xie Jiuyan and continued, "Miss Jiang is still in Dahe Village. Old Man Song has sent a dozen strong bodyguards to follow her, including two assassins ranked in the top 100 in the world. Should we send someone over?"

Xie Jiuyan raised his head and asked, "How long have they been gone?"

Crow: "Left off ten minutes ago."

Xie Jiulang: "Bring your men and weapons with you."

The crow obeyed the order and stood up to leave.

Xie Jiuyan suddenly called him again, "Try not to affect her, and help her secretly when necessary."

Crow: “Yes!”

……

Jiang Cha jumped off the stone and came in front of Song Yunchen.

Song Yunchen's face was covered in dirt. He then handed the ceramic jar of ashes to Jiang Cha with both hands and said, "Are these the ashes of the dead mother and baby?"

Jiang Cha nodded, then after taking the urn, he peeled off the talisman papers one by one.

As the talisman paper was uncovered, dark clouds continued to gather in the sky, and the dark sky indicated that a heavy downpour was about to fall.

The entire Song Mansion was shrouded in darkness.

Song Yunchen couldn't see anything, and when he was backing away, he stepped on something round and accidentally fell backwards.

With a flick of Jiang Cha's fingers, the candle lamp beside the lotus pond ignited spontaneously without oil.

The light returned and a shadow appeared in front of Song Yunchen. It might be because he had just held the urn containing the mother and baby's ashes for a while, and now he saw a ghost again.

Suddenly a ghost face appeared, scaring him so much that he stepped back repeatedly, and his screams almost tore the entire night sky apart.

"Ahhh-"

Jiang Cha patted Shen Jingqi's shoulder and said, "Don't tease him. He has been able to see ghosts since he was a child, and he still hasn't gotten used to it even when he grew up."

Shen Jingqi became more interested in Song Yunchen because of this sentence. She moved closer and asked, "Can you really see me? Do you know who I am? My name is Shen Jingqi, and I am the dancer of the Pretty-girls girl group. But I am dead now. Xiao Cha Cha said that I will be reincarnated in a while. I am actually a little reluctant to leave, but I have gone back to see my family. With the help of the country and caring people in society, my family doesn't seem to be having a bad time. I feel a little relieved."

Shen Jingqi raised his face and showed a particularly bright smile.

But no matter how bright her smile was, the characteristics of a ghost could still be seen, so Song Yunchen still didn't dare to approach her and was still afraid.