I was a fortune teller in 90

Chapter 192: Being a servant scares people to death
Moreover, her sun horn and moon horn are high and protruding, which means that the tai yin illuminates the destiny, which is the fate of a widow in her thirties.

Dai Qing looked at the red envelope Fu Ping put down and gave her a serious look.
"Although you are alone now, you must be careful about the fate of love. If you have the idea of ​​remarrying, please be cautious. Judging from your appearance, your good relationship has disappeared. You will be a widow for the rest of your life."

Sometimes, being too rich is not always a good thing. You will always meet a few people who don’t want to struggle.

How much do people who value money treat each other sincerely?
Listening to Dai Qing's tone, Fu Ping was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but smile, "After experiencing marriage, how can I still think about getting married again? Fortunately, God treated me well and gave me a child at the critical moment. ”

This child was conceived when her husband was still alive, so he was considered a posthumous child.

As for my future life, I have children, a company, and a sick old mother to take care of, so there is no time to think about my own affairs.

Dai Qing looked at her indifferently and said nothing more. They are all adults, so they naturally know what they are doing?
After paying off, Dai Qing opened the red envelope and counted it, it was another two thousand yuan.

She is worthy of being a strong woman, generous in spending and speaking crisply.

In a blink of an eye, it’s the first anniversary of my grandfather’s death.

Dai Qing prepared the offerings early and went to the cemetery in a car to sweep the tomb and offer sacrifices.

The cemetery is very large. Dai Qing, dressed in plain clothes, walked in carrying offerings. Although it is summer, walking in the cemetery, I feel cool all over my body. I don't know whether it is the effect of human psychology or the nature of the cemetery.

Walking to her grandfather's tombstone, Dai Qing cleaned up the surrounding weeds and arranged the sacrifices one by one in front of the tombstone.

She carefully selected the fruits for the offering, as well as a roasted chicken. These were all things that my grandfather liked during his lifetime.

Looking at her grandfather's tombstone, Dai Qing's eyes turned red. She kowtowed solemnly and whispered softly, "Grandpa, I am living a good life now. You can rest assured."

The breeze blew by, as if grandpa responded to her.

Since she entered the profession of fortune teller and still carries a few souls with her, she is no longer afraid of things like ghosts.

Sitting in front of her grandfather's tombstone, looking at the serious face on the tombstone, Dai Qing's eyes were sore, and she silently moved closer, leaning against the tombstone, telling her about her situation over the past year.

It's like grandpa is really there listening.

Although her grandfather was unsmiling, he tried his best to give her a superior life. She had no shortage of food, clothing and pocket money since she was a child. Among her peers, she is a happy person.

In the past, she was obsessed with her mind. She had low self-esteem and no independent opinions. She always felt that she was inferior to others and deserved to be abused by the Liu family.

After suffering hardships and resurrecting her life, she seemed to have opened the door to a new world. Once her brain became active and her mind was open, it was like she had opened up the two channels of Ren and Du.

With a place to talk, Dai Qing relaxed wholeheartedly, and accidentally fell asleep leaning against the tombstone.

Just when she was confused, she heard someone speaking in her ear.

"Lord Zhiwen, is this your granddaughter? She looks like a pretty and graceful girl."

"Well, it's a poor child. I didn't take good care of her."

"This is not easy. As long as Lord Zhiwen moves around a little bit, it will be possible to make her life smooth."

"The underworld does not care about the affairs of the human world. I cannot interfere in her life. If I am not careful, I will harm her instead of helping her."

In the dark courtyard, two looming black figures condensed into human shapes, standing in front of the tombstone. One of them was wearing a robe and a literary crown, which looked a bit like the attire of an ancient civil servant.

"When the disaster is over, everything will go well."

After sighing deeply, he noticed that Dai Qing's eyes moved, and he immediately took a step back, and his figure disappeared into the air.

Dai Qing opened her eyes and looked at the offerings beside her, only to realize that she had fallen asleep in the cemetery. Thinking about the dream he just had, Dai Qing turned her head and looked at the picture of her grandfather on the tombstone. "Grandpa, I seemed to have dreamed about you just now. I heard you talking to me."

As he spoke, Dai Qing looked around, his eyes fixed on a certain place, his eyebrows curved,

"Grandpa, we all need to be well."

In the night, except for the faint sound of the wind blowing the fallen leaves, there was no movement.

Dai Qing relaxed her stiff legs, stood up, looked at the tombstone reluctantly, and turned to leave.

After her figure disappeared, the black shadow that had just disappeared condensed into shape, "Master Wenzhi... did your granddaughter see us just now?"

"...Let's go, there is a difference between Yin and Yang." As soon as he finished speaking, the black shadow slowly dissipated into the night.

Dai Qing walked gently in the cemetery, as if walking in a market, with longing figures in front and behind. Even so, she didn't make a fuss and walked carefully, pretending to be casual and dodging the shadows that hit her.

Since she gained insights from practicing the mind method, as long as she concentrates, she can see things that others cannot see.

I don’t know if it was because of her rebirth, but apart from the initial shock, she accepted it calmly.

I have experienced life and death, and if something strange comes up, I can deal with it calmly.

"Hey, why are there still strangers walking around our place at this time?"

"She is still a pretty little girl. She looks so good. Let's go and sit at home with grandma~"

"What's the place to sit at your house? I just collected some good things today and they're still fresh. Go to my place. I'll be planning a good marriage for the little girl."

Listening to their animated conversation, Dai Qing almost twitched the corner of his mouth and continued to walk forward, directly blocking out these nonsense words to avoid hearing too much nonsense.

Although these shadows were chattering around her, they could not touch her. They could only touch and touch her curiously, and finally turned away in frustration.

With a sullen face, Dai Qing walked into the cement road of the cemetery duty room. Under the dim light of the street lights, the shadows around him became less numerous.

Before she could knock on the door, the door to the duty room was pushed open from the inside. The man was holding a large porcelain vat. He looked at Dai Qing who appeared at the door and threw the vat away with a cry.

"Damn..."

Dai Qing: "..."

Are you still afraid of ghosts while on duty here?

"You bastard, I've only been working for a few days, and it's almost bombarding my brain. I'm screaming, I'm scaring myself."

"Master, it's true this time. I really saw a ghost... Master, I quit and I want to go home."

"This is a formal job. You are assigned here. If you leave, your job will be lost."

"Throw it away, I won't do it anyway, if I keep doing it, let alone my job, my life will be gone..."

Dai Qing touched her nose innocently and knocked on the door. Before she could speak, the young man screamed and seemed to knock down the chair.

"Ah, the ghost is knocking on the door..."

"Shut up, why are you howling in the middle of the night? Pack up your bed and leave early tomorrow morning. I can't take care of you, a weakling."

With a scolding, the door to the duty room opened.