Super Fortune Teller

Song Lianqiao followed Liu Cheng all the way out of the unit building, the latter stopped, turned and smiled: "Okay, don't give it away, go back!"

Song Lianqiao nodded, but did not move.

"Why? Can't bear me? Do you want me to stay with you at night?" Liu Chengban said jokingly.

"Huh, stinky rascal!" Song Lianqiao groaned, "I think you are no different from that Wang Li!"

"It doesn't make any difference what is called, I am never moved by myself!" Liu Cheng said angrily, "Don't use that kind of person to insult me!"

"Cut," Song Lianqiao turned his head, ignoring Liu Cheng.

Liu Cheng saw that she hadn't spoken for a while, and laughed, "Okay, then I'm going, you go upstairs!"

"Wait a minute!" Song Lianqiao said again.

"Huh?" Liu Cheng was puzzled.

Song Lianqiao stared into his eyes, "I didn't expect to trouble you to treat my father again and again!"

"It's nothing, I just raised my hand!" Liu Cheng smiled, "Aren't we friends?"

Song Lianqiao was still staring at him, and suddenly her eyes were a little moist. Seeing this, Liu Cheng felt soft and stretched out his hand to hug her into his arms.

"What's the matter?" Liu Cheng asked in a low voice in her ear.

"It's nothing, just hiding here every day, fearing. Such days are really painful," Song Lianqiao whispered, "If I was alone, it would be nice to say, but now there is a father, and his body is still the same now. Looks like..."

Liu Cheng knew that Song Lianqiao, a woman in her thirties, had to bear so much on her own, and the pressure in her heart must be extremely huge. He immediately comforted: "Don't worry, as long as Uncle Song takes the medicine on time, he will soon be back to the original state. At least the blood will return to the prime of life."

"Well, I believe you!" Liu Cheng's remarks sounded a bit weird, but Song Lianqiao still inexplicably chose to believe the other party.

Liu Cheng smiled and said, "Well, my uncle is old alone, so go up!"

"Yeah!" Song Lianqiao nodded.

"Yes, you must be careful of your stepmother, that woman's thoughts are deep, I suspect that Uncle Song was poisoned back then, there is the shadow of that woman behind!" Liu Cheng warned.

Song Lianqiao's eyes trembled, "I also guessed that at that time I was still young and took care of my father's daily life. If she was innocent, I would never believe it!"

"So what is Uncle Song's attitude now?" Liu Cheng asked.

"After my father and I moved out secretly, we changed our mobile phone numbers. Only you and Siwen know about it here," Song Lianqiao said, "I dare not mention that woman in front of my father!"

"Well, it's okay," Liu Cheng said, "I will investigate this woman carefully later!"

"What are you going to do recently?" Song Lianqiao asked.

Liu Cheng pointed to the building in the distance, "I will go there the day after tomorrow to attend the Xuanmen Festival!"

"Xuanmen Festival?" Song Lianqiao was taken aback, "That is Chenguang Building, it seems that there is a high-end office building nearby!"

"Yes, it is the Chenguang Building," Liu Cheng nodded and said, "That is an office building of the Metaphysics Society, and the people in the office are all metaphysics people!"

"A mansion is your metaphysical person?" Song Lianqiao apparently heard about this for the first time.

"Yes, not many people know about this," Liu Cheng said with a smile, "I only learned about it recently!"

"Is there any danger?" Song Lianqiao asked for no reason.

Liu Cheng was taken aback, "It's okay, I will deal with it carefully!"

"Well, that's fine!"

"Okay, go up soon!" Liu Cheng reached out and patted her shoulder, the latter nodded, turned and went upstairs.

After watching Song Lianqiao upstairs, Liu Cheng also left.

Neither of them knew that in a corner not far away, a man peeped at all of this. His clothes were still full of saliva and tears, exuding a strong smell.

Time passed quickly, and the day passed quickly.

Early in the morning of the third day, Liu Cheng packed up everything, said goodbye to Li Wanjuan at the door of his house, and then went straight to Chenguang Building.

Last night, Li Wanjuan was upset with the phoenix. Naturally, Li Wanjuan was served by him several times and reached the pinnacle of life. Instead of feeling tired, Liu Cheng was full of energy.

Early this morning, I felt that the true qi in the body was full, and the spirit and energy of the whole body had completely reached the peak state.

Today, he will officially confront the younger generation of these metaphysical people in the south.

The Dao Sect, Buddhism, and Metaphysics branches in the south are countless, and they are even more masterful. The younger generation is also full of talents, far better than the Linjiang branch here.

The Xuanmen Festival was held in a manor south of the Chenguang Building. The surroundings were the industries of the Linjiang Branch. As early as half a year ago, preparations for the Xuanmen Festival had begun, and there were almost no ordinary people nearby.

After all, a metaphysical person who has reached a certain level may injure ordinary people with any action. As a monk, if he hurts ordinary people, it will cause killing karma and commit a god!

The Xuanmen event is held once every ten years. This event is hosted by the Linjiang branch. The assets of the Linjiang branch are second to none among the branches and sects in the south. Therefore, it is naturally not shabby to host such a grand event.

When Liu Chenggang walked into the venue, two or three kilometers away from the center of the venue, he felt a powerful magic circle laid around him.

This magic circle is not too advanced, but serves as a defense to prevent the infuriating qi from leaking to distant buildings and mortals in a hands-on fight.

But being able to deploy such a large circle in a radius of several kilometers would cost more than ten million yuan at least.

The magic circle and the talisman have always been money-burning things, so no one in metaphysics is too poor. Every time they make a small shot, they are tens of thousands, and even one shot can make millions or even ten million. , That is precisely because the talisman, magical tools, and magic array materials in the hands of people in metaphysics are extremely expensive, and they will also deplete their own cultivation base. Without enough income, no one can afford such a large consumption.

A few years ago, there was a profound metaphysicist who moved his ancestral tomb for a wealthy businessman. Because the corpse in the ancestral tomb had undergone corpse transformation, this expert did not hesitate to wear down his cultivation base and set up several medium formations in succession. Dozens of talismans just fought the zombie for a day and night before subduing the zombie.

Later, the expert asked the rich to ask for a labor fee of 30 million yuan. The rich businessman was too expensive, and the expert did not force it. He just said "do it yourself" and left.

Less than a year later, the business of the wealthy businessman was hit hard, and at the same time he was hit by several former partners. Not long after that, his family was ruined, and it was terrible.

It took a few years for this matter to be explained by another expert. The expert had consumed a lot of money, but he hadn't paid the labor fees, so he broke the pattern of the ancestral graves of the rich businessmen.

Without the blessing of the ancestors, the business of the wealthy businessman has naturally plummeted, and the expert also helped other wealthy businessmen. After those people knew about this, they acted openly or secretly to help the expert vent their anger, which led to the bankruptcy of the wealthy businessman.

So, if you offend anyone, don’t offend a metaphysicist who has real talents, or a Feng Shui master.

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