The master of metaphysics became rich in the 80s!

Chapter 25 Who is the predestined person

Qiao Yimo took the porridge from Steward Wang's hand.

No wonder when she came in and saw Master Qiao was so thin, she thought it was some serious illness!

The result is simply eating too little.

"It's not that there is no money at home, why do you always save on these food?"

Qiao Yimo sat beside the hospital bed and chattered.

After nagging the patient, she went to nagging the housekeeper.

"Uncle Wang, even if my dad wants to eat these in the future, can't you just let him know?"

"Take good care of him! I will come to see him in a few days!"

With that said, Qiao Yimo picked up his coat and stood up.

Master Qiao hurriedly asked, "Yimo, what are you doing here?"

Qiao Yimo frowned and turned her head: "I'll buy you food! What else should I do?"

After she finished speaking, she walked out of the ward without looking back.

As soon as he walked out of the ward, Qiao Yimo was attracted by the flashing figure in the ward opposite Master Qiao. "Hello! Who is it?"

She walked into the ward in two or three steps, but was shivered by the cold air blowing on her face.

I saw him standing in the ward, no.

There were three or four ghosts floating around, staring blankly at her, the uninvited guest.

Qiao Yimo looked at these ghosts and coughed.

The ghosts were frightened and huddled together in an instant.

One of the taller ghosts said: "She...she seems to be able to see us."

Qiao Yimo's mouth twitched into a smile: "Either it seems, or I can see you."

The ghosts seemed to be being seen for the first time.

Instantly scattered and fled.

But Qiao Yimo had quick eyesight and quick hands, and directly closed the door of the ward, blocking these ghosts inside.

She looked at those flustered ghosts, secretly happy in her heart.

These ghosts should have died not long ago, and they all seemed to have died normally, without any resentment, and naturally they were not evil ghosts.

After being bullied by ghosts for so long, she can finally bully ghosts too.

"Ahem." Thinking of this.Qiao Yimo cleared his throat.

"You don't have to be afraid, I'm here to see you, I have nothing else to do, just have a meeting, come and sit down."

Those ghosts looked at each other, and finally listened to Qiao Yimo's words, found some chairs, and sat down pretendingly.

Qiao Yimo scanned the crowd of ghosts, and finally fixed his eyes on the taller ghost who spoke just now.

"Tell me, how did you die?"

The tall ghost seemed at a loss as if he was a primary school student who was suddenly called by the teacher.

"Ah, I ah..."

"Because of that, I got a sudden illness, and then belched."

Unexpectedly, this ghost's talking was quite amusing, Qiao Yimo couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What about you?
The other ghosts also responded one after another: "We all got sudden illnesses, didn't make it through, and died."

"Then what are you still doing here after you're all dead?"

It was the tall ghost who spoke.

"It's not that we want to stay here, it's because none of our bodies have been claimed."

"Besides, we have been dead for less than seven days, and the ghost guards stopped us from going down. We can only find a ward with no one there, and wait for these seven days."

Qiao Yimo nodded after hearing the words, and then said.

"In your ward, my dad lives opposite. He has a heart attack. Don't scare him when he's free! Do you know?!"

"If you dare to be disobedient, I will accept you one by one. When the ghost messenger arrives and fails to collect the soul, you will not be able to reincarnate, understand?"

Qiao Yimo's serious nonsense made the new ghosts look at each other in shock, and nodded hurriedly.

At this moment, a girl with resentment but a little confusion attracted Qiao Yimo's attention.

Just when Qiao Yimo was about to inquire about the girl's situation in detail, the door of the ward was suddenly opened. "What are you doing here..."

Fu Moshen, who walked in, stopped abruptly in mid-sentence.

Qiao Yimo turned his head and stared at him blankly.

Fu Moshen suddenly smiled: "What are you doing? A meeting?"

Qiao Yimo just wanted to refute, but then he reacted.

Fu Moshen said she was in a meeting?
In other words - can Fu Moshen see these ghosts in the ward?

This is not right!
According to the development of the plot in the original book, Fu Moshen in the book can't see ghosts now.

She misses the boss, Fu Moshen!

Hate this fictional world of the same name.

In fact, she misses her status as a Taoist master more than the little weakling in this world.

Fu Moshen was able to see ghosts after the witch incident at the psychic conference was resolved.

Because in that episode, the relationship between Fu Moshen and Mu Yunxi increased greatly, so he opened his eyes to see ghosts.

But before that, at best, Fu Moshen could only see ghosts related to him.

And these new ghosts present obviously had nothing to do with him, logically speaking, he couldn't see them at all.

Just as Qiao Yimo was lost in thought, Fu Moshen waved his hand in front of her.

"what are you thinking?"

Qiao Yimo came back to her senses, and hurriedly pushed Fu Moshen out of the ward.

"That, that...you go and do me a favor."

Fu Moshen was at a loss: "What's the matter?"

"Go downstairs to the hospital restaurant and buy my dad a fish porridge, steamed pork ribs, and bean paste buns."

Fu Moshen looked at Qiao Yimo, dumbfounded.

"Hey, this seems like what you should do?"

But Qiao Yimo didn't care about it at all. After stuffing 50 yuan into his hand, he went back to the ward and closed the door.

After Fu Moshen was gone, Qiao Yimo leaned against the door of the ward and let out a sigh.

Then she walked up to the confused girl.

"Hey kid, do you know how you died?"

The girl looked up in confusion.

"Are you asking me?"

Qiao Yimo nodded.

"Don't ask who you ask, you look the youngest among these ghosts."

The girl looked over at the ghost on the other side.

Sure enough, as Qiao Yimo said, except for her, everyone is ghost uncle.

"Oh... I... how did I die?"

"Then I have to think about it."

The girl lowered her eyes in thought for a moment, then said.

"How did he die... I can't remember exactly..."

The longer the girl recalled, the stronger the resentment emanating from her body.

Qiao Yimo said persuasively: "I can't remember how I died, so can you remember what happened before you came to the hospital?"

The girl opened her big confused eyes and hesitated.

"I seem to remember."

"I found a job about five or six days ago. I arranged the venue for the recent popular psychic conference."

Another psychic meeting?

Qiao Yimo's ears moved, and he listened attentively to the girl's story.

"About the night before yesterday... because there was a problem with the materials used to decorate the venue, everything that had been arranged before had to be redone. Because the person in charge said that there would be overtime pay for overtime work, I stayed and worked overtime until late..."

(End of this chapter)