Abandoned Woman Reborn: Remarrying a Wealthy Emperor

Chapter 72 Psychic medium, the dead

The irregular layout in a retro old-fashioned building looks a bit depressed and weird. In the pond, a few fish are swimming wantonly. A long bluestone road stretches to link the ancient gate and the main house, creating a strange atmosphere. It spread in this old house that seemed to be forgotten.

I haven't done anything wrong on weekdays, and I don't think about anything.

But for those who have done something wrong, they will be involuntarily afraid.

At this moment, Song Weihao and An Shiya were all hairy. This place was just what An Shiya had heard people talk about before, about how effective it was.

She didn't believe this at first, but only started to change after receiving An Shinuan's call.

An Shiya knocked on the door, "Is anyone there?"

The door of the main hall suddenly opened, "Come in."

"A guest is here!" In the book-smelling wing room of the house, a young and tall man was sitting leisurely on a rattan chair.

"It must be someone who was manipulated by desire to do something shady, and now he is afraid to come here to pray to gods and ghosts." The young man wearing myopia glasses poured tea for the man, and then continued for himself, "It's okay, My sister will send it off."

"Aren't you afraid of being heard when you say that?"

"Actually, everyone doesn't know that there are no such things as gods and ghosts in this world. They are all frightened by too many bad things they have done." The young man looked disdainful at these, put down the ceramic teapot, and sat down, " Why did you come here today? Huo Yang, for a busy person like you, it's not easy to see you and catch up with each other on weekdays. "

Huo Yang smiled helplessly, "Businessmen, they live in intrigue and scrambling for fame and fortune every day. You should take a breath. This is a good place to recuperate. It can make people calm down and take a rest." Glancing at the young man opposite, "Sometimes I still envy you, drinking tea and reading newspapers every day, life seems to be happy."

The young man smiled, "I also have to worry about my daily livelihood, but someone will always send us money!" He said, indicating the direction of the main hall.

"Ah..." An Shiya screamed in fright after being sprayed with water, and Song Weihao next to her was also so frightened that his face turned blue and his heart almost jumped out.

A woman in an ancient robe with a dark veil on her face walked to the desk and sat down, "You two, please sit down."

In the past, An Shiya would never spare her, but now, she can only sit down obediently.

"Master, we heard that you are a psychic and very effective, so we thought..."

"Do you want to see someone?" the woman answered.

An Shiya and Song Weihao glanced at each other, they didn't expect this psychic medium to be so powerful, she knew it before they said what they were here for.

The woman then said, "And you did something to hurt that person to appease her?"

"Master, you really hit the spot. That person is my half-sister. She suffered from depression and committed suicide. But recently we always dream of her, so we came to see Master to see if it is possible The psychic let us meet with her to see what she needs, we will do our best to meet..."

The woman's eyes froze, "Let's go!"

"What's the matter?" An Shiya looked puzzled, why did the other party push her away before she finished speaking?

"Since you are here to beg me, you should tell the truth. If you don't even dare to tell the truth, how can I help you? I'm sorry, but I can't do anything about your affairs."

"How do you know we're lying?" Song Weihao asked, he didn't believe that just such a young looking woman could understand psychics, and there are many liars in this area now.

"Since you don't believe me so much, please go back!"

An Shiya quietly pulled Song Weihao, and said to the woman: "My husband didn't mean that, please don't be angry." He took out a stack of cash from his bag and put it on the case.

The woman didn't raise her eyes, "My time is precious."

An Shiya gritted her teeth, and took out a stack of cash and put it on the case again. She and Song Weihao went to the bank to withdraw the money on the way here.

"You misunderstood me. If you can't tell the truth, I can't help you with more money."

Both An Shiya and Song Weihao had scruples in their hearts, "We told the truth, will you tell it?"

"Confidentiality for guests is the most basic thing in our business. Have you ever heard of me revealing the secrets of guests?"

"My sister misunderstood me a little before she was alive. We came here today to apologize to her." An Shiya said, "I want to tell my sister in person, please ask the master to invite my sister out."

"Report your sister's name and date of birth, so I can go and invite you."

"My sister's name is An Shinuan."

The woman was slightly taken aback.

An Shiya had finished reporting her birthday at this time, "Now, master, please invite my sister out."

"Wait a second!" The woman closed her eyes, not knowing what she was saying.

After playing tricks, the woman suddenly fell to the ground and coughed violently.

An Shiya and Song Weihao looked at each other, as if they had guessed that An Shinuan hated them deeply.

"Master, how is it?"

The woman stood up from the ground, "Sorry, I can't help you, she won't come out to see you."

"Master, help me." An Shiya begged.

The woman looked up at An Shiya, "Her resentment towards you seems to be very deep!"

An Shiya and Song Weihao were surprised.

"She doesn't want to see you, and I can't help it. People can't be resurrected after death, so you can do it yourself! Please!"

An Shiya and Song Weihao were invited out, and the door of the main hall was slammed shut.

The woman finally breathed a sigh of relief, took off her heavy ancient robe, and entered inside.

"Yo, here we come!" The young man wearing glasses looked at his sister who came in while taking off her veil, "Shan Shan, how are you today?"

The woman put aside the heavy ancient robe and veil, put the remote control button in her hand on it, took a few mouthfuls of tea from the exquisite teacup in front of the young man, "I didn't take this order today."

"What's going on?" the young man was curious.

"Do you know who this guest is today?"

"Who is it?" The young man was curious.

"Song Weihao!"

Huo Yang, who brought the cup to his lips and was about to drink tea, paused subconsciously, "It's him?"

"It's him, didn't you go to his wedding back then!" the woman said, "Even if I want to make money again, I won't make money from my own people."

The young man asked casually, "What is he doing here today?"

"He came here with his current wife to see a dead person."

"the dead?"

"It's his ex-wife, An Shinuan!"

With a bang, the cup in Huo Yang's hand fell to the ground and shattered.

(End of this chapter)