The fake daughter went crazy and begged her to gain magical powers

When Su Qingning was about to leave, Zhou Zixuan suddenly stopped her: "Wait a minute, Qingning, didn't you say there are five ghosts around me? Where are the remaining four?"

Su Qingning tilted her head, with a playful look on her face, "If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten. I didn't expect that there are still people in the world who think there are too few ghosts around them."

"No, no, I don't think there are too few ghosts, I think there are too many. You said there are five of them. If I could choose, I don't want to meet any of them."

"Don't worry, you'll see those four ghosts soon."

Su Qingning waved her hand, and Zhou Zixuan broke into a cold sweat and chased her out, "Don't leave. I'm afraid if you're not here. I can transfer money to you, isn't it just 80?"

Su Qingning turned around suddenly, "Ask your dad, can 80 buy four lives?"

Under the sun, Su Qingning squinted her eyes like a cunning little fox, but her eyes were cold, inexplicably like a judge's ruthlessness.

Zhou Zixuan shuddered. He could feel that Su Qingning seemed to hate her father very much.

After Su Qingning finished speaking, she only left him with a decisive look from behind.

Zhou Zixuan did not dare to step forward to stop him, so he could only turn around and walk back. Suddenly there was a click under his feet. When he looked down, he saw that a floor tile was cracked.

His family lived in a three-story villa with front and rear yards, which were covered with floor tiles of unusually complicated patterns.

I heard that these floor tiles were not purchased from the furniture market, but were designed by my father himself and had them processed by the tile factory.

So these floor tiles alone cost several million.

Zhou Zixuan has never been suspicious. After all, his father worked hard for half his life, so it is understandable even if he is particularly extravagant in some aspects.

He can spend the money he earns however he likes.

"It's strange. It's so good that it's cracked. Ask the workers to repair it another day." Zhou Zixuan muttered and walked inside.

And with every step he took, a tile cracked.

The sound of clicking was endless, like the ice that stretched across the land was breaking, exposing the hideous and ugly true appearance under the ice.

Zhou Zixuan was startled by his thoughts, so he bent down and picked up a broken brick. The broken bricks reflected the dazzling sunlight in the sun.

Zhou Zixuan squinted his eyes slightly and found that the pattern on the broken bricks looked like a kid burning in flames. There were also small words engraved around the pattern, so densely packed that he only recognized a few words after careful identification:
"Fire burns corpses and bones, heaven and earth absorb evil spirits, evil spirits and demons all perish..."

Like some kind of spell to exorcise ghosts.

He looked up and found that each broken brick was densely engraved with similar spells. Wisps of black air flowed through the engraved lines, and murmurs came from the air:

"Give my life back."

Hold!Zhou Zixuan was so frightened that he threw away the broken bricks in his hand and ran into the room in a panic.

Zhou Zixuan ran upstairs in one breath and found that his father was not in the bedroom, so he opened the study door. Zhou Jianliang was looking through something when he heard a movement and hurriedly stuffed the thing into the drawer.

"Dad, what are you looking at?" Zhou Zixuan asked.

"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you." Zhou Jianliang said angrily.

Zhou Zixuan became even more angry when he saw his father's attitude, "Dad, is that woman that important to you? I am your son, and she hurt me so much and you still turn to her?"

Zhou Jianliang glared at his son angrily, "What do you know? She hasn't done much harm to you yet? If anything happens to the family, just close the door and deal with it. If you bring Su Qingning in, you think she is a good person."

If Zhou Zixuan wanted to say anything else, Zhou Jianliang would drive him away impatiently. At the same time, he did not forget to tell him: "Tomorrow you will go to the temple with me to burn incense."

Zhou Zixuan felt that if something like this happened at home, it was appropriate to go to the temple to pray for blessings, refuge, flowers, and wealth to eliminate disasters.

So he nodded in agreement.

After Zhou Jianliang returned to the bedroom to rest, he quietly slipped into the study, opened the drawer and rummaged through, but found nothing strange. What his father had hidden was only some documents on construction materials.

The Zhou family made their fortune by undertaking construction work in the early years, and changed careers after accumulating initial capital.

Zhou Zixuan looked carefully and found that the building materials, including the three-dimensional design drawings of the building, were from many years ago, when he was just born.He thought they were some materials kept by his father, so he didn't care and put them in the drawer again.

As soon as Su Qingning left Zhou's house, she received Bai Ye's WeChat message; "Busy?"

Why does this man talk like this? If he speaks a few more words, he will die.

Su Qingning complained and replied: "I'm not busy, what's wrong?"

When Bai Ye saw these words, a smile appeared on his lips, like the warm sun in winter, as cold as jade.

"The construction site will be completed in half a year, and I want you to help with another prayer ceremony."

After sending it, he felt that something was missing, so he added: "There is money."

Su Qingning's eyes lit up as soon as she saw the word "rich".

"It doesn't matter if it's money or not, the main thing is that I'm best at praying for blessings."

Su Qingning sent it without shame.

Bai Ye stared at the phone and smiled, thinking of Su Qingning's eyes shining when she saw that she was making money.

Like a greedy little wild cat.

"Then I'll treat you to dinner."

Why?Why are you inviting me to dinner all of a sudden?

Su Qingning didn't think too much about it. Anyway, someone was inviting her to dinner, so she went there first.

Bai Ye sent another message, "Xiao Shu, please, thank you for saving his life."

"Okay, okay, when and where are you going?"

The two agreed on a time and place for dinner, and the location was set at the most luxurious sky restaurant.

Su Qingning saw that it was still early, and she seemed too impatient to go to the restaurant at this time, as if she had never had a good meal in eight lifetimes.

But if I don’t go home now, it will take four hours to go back and forth.

So she decisively chose to go shopping. When she was tired, she ran to the massage chair to check her phone.

Soon I came across a blogger named People Trapped in Time. His home page had very little information and very few fans. The quality of the few videos he had was not clear. They were obviously old videos and the content was from parents to their children. Birthdays, taking the kids out to restaurants, etc.

Not many likes and comments.

A recent video shows a parent buying his child his favorite sportswear, and the mother and son taking photos in the mirror.

The blogger's copy is: It would be great if I didn't let you go out that day, wearing the clothes your mother bought for you, and taking your mother's heart with you.

Su Qingning commented below: "There will definitely be a time when we meet again."

Unexpectedly, the blogger was online and replied to her at that time: "No, maybe he hates me and doesn't even come to my dreams."

Su Qingning said nothing more, closed her phone and closed her eyes.

In the evening, the sun falls into the clouds, and the clouds pile up on the horizon, intertwined with gray and orange, giving a sense of desolation as the sun sets over the distant mountains and the sky and earth are vast.

When Zhou Jianliang woke up, he felt empty in his heart. As soon as he sat up, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

On a bookcase facing the bed, there was originally a statue of a kind-faced god.

At this time, the statue cracked, and its eyes popped out like ghost eyes, staring straight at him.

(End of this chapter)