Super Fortune Teller

Liu Cheng was surprised by Song Lianqiao's words and couldn't help asking: "According to this, he should be your great benefactor. Why do you hate him so much?"

Song Lianqiao smiled bitterly: "Do you think things are really as simple as you think?"

After speaking, she went straight in, Liu Cheng was full of doubts and could only follow her into the Song family.

It looks glamorous on the outside, but it's really not as good as Liu Cheng thought. It's such a big villa, but it doesn't even have a nanny or housekeeper inside.

Liu Cheng followed behind Song Lianqiao and kept walking in. It was deserted and no one saw it.

"Is there no one in your house?" Liu Cheng couldn't help asking.

Song Lianqiao said without turning his head: "Maybe all have gone out, I will take you to see my father."

Liu Cheng nodded, and followed her up to the second floor, through a corridor, on both sides of the corridor was hung some kind of animal fur, with a faint sorrow.

Then Song Lianqiao came to the front of a house, and Liu Cheng followed her open the door again.

After entering, Liu Cheng saw an old man with white beard and hair lying on the bed, his eyes closed, lying on the bed, and it seemed that he was in a coma not long ago.

"Your father is lying here alone, there is no one at home to take care of it?" Liu Cheng asked somewhat unexpectedly. Logically speaking, with Song Lianqiao's background, he wouldn't even be able to afford a babysitter for his father.

"I asked for a babysitter, but my stepmother was driven away," Song Lianqiao said helplessly. "When I was a child, she was okay with me, but since her father was seriously ill, her personality changed drastically, and she even refused to let her go. My father hires a nanny. She usually takes care of his father at home, and occasionally throws his father at home alone because of going out."

Liu Chengyue frowned. Although Father Song has been in a coma for many years now, Lazar still needs someone to take care of him. He did not expect Song Lianqiao's stepmother to do so.

"Then who else is in your house?"

"In addition to me and my stepmother, there are also my younger brothers, born by stepmother and father," Song Lianqiao said, "They are not here today. I want to take this opportunity to give my father a good treatment."

Seeing that her expression was a little bit urgent, Liu Cheng nodded immediately, sat on the side of the bed, and said, "Don't worry, I'll get the pulse."

After speaking, he immediately took off the sleeve of Father Song's left hand, pressed his pulse to the pulse, felt the rhythm of the beating, and began to slowly close his eyes.

Father Song's pulse rhythm is very unnatural, very weak, and the interval is very long, like being oppressed by something, very strange.

After a while, Liu Cheng opened his eyes, frowned slightly, and said: "Your father's pulse is very strange, I don't feel like an ordinary illness."

"It's really not a common disease. I have looked for many doctors over the years, but I can't find any symptoms," Song Lianqiao said.

Liu Cheng pondered for a while, and then said, "I suspect that it may not have been a disease, but some kind of witchcraft."

"Sorcery? What should I do?" Song Lianqiao suddenly became nervous. If she could find out the cause of the disease, she would try her best to help her father heal, but if she really had some kind of sorcery, then she would There is really nothing I can do.

"Don't worry," Liu Cheng took out a white small bag from his body and unfolded the small bag. Inside were a row of small silver needles. "I will try Qingtian Nine Needles and see if it works!"

Song Lianqiao didn't pay attention now, and could only listen to Liu Cheng's everything, and then nodded and said, "Okay, I believe you."

Liu Cheng nodded and took out a silver needle, stimulating the warm current in his body, penetrating into the silver needle from his palm.

Then, he inserted one of the silver needles into an acupuncture point on the top of Song's father, Song Lianqiao was surprised to find that at that moment, her father's right hand moved.

Although it was only a weak movement, in Song Lianqiao's eyes, it was her happiest thing at the moment. She hadn't seen her father move for more than ten years.

As the doctor said a long time ago, in this situation, my father might wake up tomorrow, or he might be like this for the rest of his life.

She waited for years and finally saw a turnaround.

Just as she was full of ecstasy and reverie, Liu Cheng had already inserted seven or eight silver needles in various acupuncture points on Father Song's head.

Almost every needle going down consumes the warm current in his body, and going down seven or eight needles, even if it is a strong Liu Cheng, he can't help but feel a little overwhelmed.

Finally, when the tenth stitch was inserted, Father Song trembled. Under Song Lianqiao's surprised and joyful eyes, Father Song finally slowly opened his eyes.

"I...I...this is...where...ah"

Father Song, who hadn't spoken for many years, suddenly began to speak, a little uncomfortable, but Song Lianqiao had already cried and threw herself at Father Song.

"Dad, you finally woke up!" Regardless of her image, Song Lianqiao pounced on Father Song, and Ewha burst into tears like rain.

Father Song looked at the familiar and unfamiliar woman in front of him, and for a long while, he said vaguely: "Are you... Qiaoqiao?"

"It's me, it's me, Dad, you finally woke up, I waited for many years, and finally waited until you woke up, oh oh oh..."

After confirming that Father Song had completely awakened at this time, Liu Cheng glanced at their father and daughter, then closed the door and went straight out.

He walked into the hallway and saw the animal furs hanging on both sides at a glance. He walked straight over, reached out and touched the furs, then pulled to his nose and sniffed, frowning for a while.

The commotion from above made him very uncomfortable, and there was a faint strange power all over the fur. Although Liu Cheng could not figure out what this power was, he still felt very uncomfortable.

There is a feeling of nausea and retching lingering in his heart.

At this moment, a very rude voice sounded.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

Liu Cheng was taken aback, loosened the animal fur, turned his head and saw a fourteen-five-year-old boy standing on the other side of the corridor, glaring at himself.

"You are the brother of Forsythia, I am your sister's friend," Liu Cheng said with a smile.

Unexpectedly, the little boy said unceremoniously: "It's not my friend, please leave our house quickly!"

When Liu Cheng heard this, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and secretly said, is it true that Song Lianqiao's stepmother disciplined the child in this way? It's really not polite.

"DaDaDa" a sound of collision between high heels and the floor sounded, and then, the person hadn't arrived yet, but a smell of fragrance had already floated from a distance.

"It seems that the Lord is back," Liu Chengxin said.

After a while, a gorgeous figure walked up the stairs and broke into Liu Cheng's eyes.

"who are you?"

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