Burning XNUMX million nether coins, fortune telling becomes popular

Chapter 15Relaxation
But he was secretly happy in his heart, and finally discovered her shortcomings. Remembering Song Yi's taunting him in the morning, he curled his lips and smiled, "Are you trying to poison me? Sorry, I don't want to die yet." Song Yi's The fist hardened, as if he had caught the opportunity, and Bo Yesheng began to taunt her. Song Yi breathed a long sigh of relief, and she endured it.

In the end, he found that he couldn't bear it anymore and poured the bowl of soup into his mouth. Bo Yesheng didn't even react. After drinking, he started to vomit. Song Yi was proud and proud. Anyone who dared to laugh at her would have died long ago.

"Miss Song, we don't have to do this."

Bo Yesheng wiped the corner of his mouth and moved back calmly. He looked really scared of Song Yi. The client expressed satisfaction with this, "Mrs. Bo asked me to treat you properly. Of course, this is also my treatment." One of the links.”

She stared at him with a smile, and Bo Yesheng fell silent. This was her naked revenge, but so what?

Who told her to say that her cooking tasted bad? She snorted coldly and was about to get up. Bo Yesheng quickly asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to heat up the leftovers from lunch."

Song Yi can be regarded as having a conscience. If Bo Yesheng can't eat the food she makes, then he can definitely make it, and she can't let him starve to death.

"Ms. Song, I'm very grateful for your efforts for me. You don't have to put so much pressure on yourself."

"Why don't you go out and relax?" he suggested.

Song Yi asked listlessly: "What good place can there be here?"

Besides mountains, there are trees. Bo Yesheng smiled. He was very bored when he came to this small courtyard. He always likes to relieve his boredom, so he found many quiet and beautiful places, and his restless heart was soothed. Come down.

She thought that being idle was nothing but idleness. It was better to walk around and maybe discover something. Bo Yesheng didn't know that when he heard Song Yi agreeing, he couldn't help but laugh too.

"I used to come to this place often."

Bo Yesheng took him to a small stream. The bottom of the water was crystal clear, and there were many small fish swimming in the water. There was a waterfall looking up.

Bo Yesheng's eyes also became a little softer. His expression was gentle, which was a bit contrary to his usual cold look. He said to Song Yi: "In the past, when I had insomnia alone, I would feel sleepy if I stayed here for a short while. I’m satisfied, even though I didn’t fall asleep for long, it really helped me.”

Song Yi carefully observed the movement of the water and found that it was very different from the ordinary sound of water, "dong dong dong." The rhythmic sound came online again, and she was sure that this creek also had spiritual energy, good mountains and good water. , Feng Shui Dragon Vein, this master he said was really good at picking places. Just as Song Yi was about to tell him, the ringing of the phone interrupted her.

It was Wan Hao's call. Bo Yesheng glanced at Song Yi, and then turned on the speakerphone. Wan Hao on the other end of the conversation spoke very urgently, "Brother, is sister-in-law next to you? Oh, isn't Sister Song Yi here?"

"What happened when she was with me? Just tell her."

Wan Hao breathed a sigh of relief, "Sister Song Yi, please save my friend, he seems to be possessed."

"Possessed?" Song Yi raised her eyebrows and asked about the situation, "Can you tell me what the other party's condition is now?"

Seeing that he was willing to save him, Wan Hao quickly said, "It's like this. He seems to be possessed by a ghost. He looks crazy, but he doesn't seem to be mentally ill. Can you come over here?"

"Okay, please send me the address."

Wan Hao hung up the phone and sent Song Yi the address of a private villa. Before leaving, Song Yi kindly reminded Bo Yesheng: "You haven't fully recovered now. You can take this pill when you feel uncomfortable." One pill can very well suppress the evil spirit in your body."

Bo Yesheng curled his lips and said calmly: "I know." Wan Hao seemed to think that the time was too slow and hurried to the small courtyard to pick her up, "Sister Song Yi! Ancestor! My aunt, I finally see you. Now I feel relieved!" Wanhao's face looked very bad, with dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in a few days.

"What are you doing? You look so ugly?"

"Don't mention it." Wanhao seemed to have been greatly mentally polluted, "I was at my eldest brother's house when I called him, and I wanted to come over to you, but I couldn't stand it anymore, so I found an excuse to sneak out. "

"That kid Yang Ziming doesn't know what he has provoked. An old man is wearing an ancient bride's wedding dress and he is singing in an opera. My ears are about to explode."

Song Yi thought deeply for a moment, "Then let's go now."

Wan Hao was eager to leave immediately, so he immediately opened the car door for her. Fortunately, the address was not far from where she was, and she immediately arrived at the door of a single-family villa.

"This is it. Now all the servants in the villa have been scared away."

"This is my friend's brother Yang Ziming. I heard that he just returned to China and became a sissy the next day."

Song Yi didn't say anything. She didn't see any evil spirits around the villa, which meant that the ghosts were not actually powerful, but why were they wearing wedding clothes and acting like ghosts?

She became interested and opened the door. What she saw was a young man applying lipstick in front of the mirror. His entire face was as white as a piece of paper.

"Ms. sir~ you are here~"

This scene was very strange. Yang Ziming circled around Song Yi, and Wan Hao shrank behind Song Yi in fear.

Song Yi stared at the young man in front of her with interest. His big face came close to Song Yi's. She did not avoid it at all. She pulled forward, and Yang Ziming fell backwards and disappeared without a trace. trace.

"Damn, what's going on? Are you missing?"

Wan Hao was so stunned that he could put an egg in his mouth. Song Yi had just stuck the talisman behind his back, but the ghost didn't react at all. She wanted to see what was going on.

"Don't worry, just wait here."

Wan Hao reluctantly sat on the sofa, and Song Yi asked him: "When did this Yang Ziming get possessed by a ghost? What did you see?"

"I just came over to attend the banquet. His brother, Yang Shaokang, and I are also good friends. Who would have thought that as soon as I came over, the servants all ran away, leaving only Yang Ziming singing the pineapple opera. It's really It’s so weird and scary.”

"That is to say, you didn't see the process?"

Song Yi stared straight at him, which made Wan Hao feel uncomfortable, and he stumbled and said: "Yes, I was already in chaos when I first came here, and I was scared to death before I called you. "

Song Yi nodded. She was basically sure that there were no ghosts in this villa.

(End of this chapter)