Because of the pulling just now, Huang Jingjing wore a black wooden sign around her neck.

The black wooden plaque was given by the lame Taoist priest whom they had helped out of kindness in front of the temple of the Goddess of the West.

Huang Jingjing then strung the black wooden plaque with a red string and hung it around her neck.

Mr. Bai's gaze was fixed on the black wooden sign.

He asked tremblingly, "Where did you get this black wooden sign from?"

Huang Jingjing was stunned by his appearance.

Before she could speak, Old Lady Huang said, "That was given to Jingjing by my master."

Mrs. Huang is a very smart person. She could see what Mr. Bai was thinking at a glance.

I knew he must have recognized the black wooden sign and was afraid of it.

Although it is not clear whether he is afraid of the wooden sign or the person who gave him the wooden sign.

But they should all be used to control him.

"Are you the disciple of the old immortal?"

Mr. Bai's voice was trembling, and it was unclear whether he was happy or sad.

Old Lady Huang said calmly, "Does it have anything to do with you? I've already told you that I know divination, but you don't believe me and insist on listening to other people's slander!"

Mr. Bai stared at the black wooden sign for a long time, and even took it in his hand to look at it carefully.

"It's him! This wooden plaque is his token of loyalty!"

Mr. Bai's attitude suddenly changed, as if he was possessed.

"Fairy, please give me some pointers."

Old Lady Huang shook her head and sneered, "I've already said what I should have said. If you don't want to listen, you're asking for trouble!"

Mr. Bai said, "Fairy, I know I was wrong, please help me."

Old Lady Huang glanced at him indifferently and said, "If it weren't for that girl Biyu crying and begging me to help you, I wouldn't care about your business!"

Mr. Bai nodded repeatedly, and compared with before, he was like a completely different person.

Mr. Chang Qi and Boss Hu looked at each other, anger welling up in their eyes.

"Boss Bai, don't be fooled by those rural women."

As Boss Hu spoke, he walked over to Old Lady Huang and looked her up and down. "You said you are the descendant of the Heavenly Master, so draw a talisman for me."

Old Mrs. Huang was extremely disgusted with people like him, but it was a pity that she didn't know any magic, otherwise he would have met with disaster immediately.

Mr. Bai is annoying, but he is hated.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Boss Hu said proudly, "Why? You don't dare? Are you afraid that your true identity will be exposed after the painting is done?"

Old Lady Huang sneered, "You ask me to paint, and I paint? Where in the world is there such a good thing?"

As she spoke, she looked him over with disdain and said in a deliberately arrogant tone, "You don't deserve it."

Boss Hu secretly gritted his teeth. He was sought after wherever he went.

This was the first time I was looked down upon by someone, and that was a country woman.

This made him very angry!

But right now, there are more important things to do, and he can't get angry at this critical moment.

"Boss Bai," he turned to Mr. Bai and said with a smile, "You have also seen that this old woman is not the descendant of the Heavenly Master at all."

Mr. Bai's eyes swept over Old Lady Huang, and he also struggled in his heart.

Old Mrs. Huang certainly doesn’t look like one.

No matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like the descendant of the Heavenly Master.

Can……

His eyes fell on the black wooden sign on Huang Jingjing's chest again.

"But her black wooden sign cannot be faked."