[GYh: The DNA of the grain-eating person has changed, making him suitable for being used as grain.]

"This one has a spell on it, so it might not be suitable for mass production."

[Glittering World: It's okay, sister, we just want a little bell.]

Ji Yu fell silent, then spoke politely, "I run an incense shop. How about I take a picture and show it to you? You can go to some volunteer mall and ask them to make one. Maybe they can even give you 9.9 yuan with free shipping."

[Well, it's not impossible, but we just want to sell it in Sister Ji Yu's shop.]

As a live streamer who dotes on his fans, Ji Yu took a deep breath and said with determination, "I'll go negotiate with the merchants at Yiwu Mall."

[Breaking defense eight hundred times a day: Hahahahaha, the anchor is so cute. ]

Ji Yu packed the two things for Zheng Shan, and the last connection of the night ended here.

"I'm taking a day off tomorrow to attend a birthday party, and will continue the live broadcast the day after tomorrow."

How about a date: A birthday party? It's not the birthday party for the president of the Tianshi Association, is it? Oh, I knew Miss Ji would come. Miss Ji, when will you arrive? I can pick you up.

[Don't want to go to school: You wish! Sister Ji Yu will be with me and my uncle.]

[Ink Painting: I suddenly feel that there are quite a few people from the Xuanmen sect in Sister Ji Yu's live broadcast room.]

[Indeed, there are quite a few. Miss Ji is now quite famous in the Xuanmen circle.]

Ji Yu doesn't care much about fame.

In fact, many people in the Xuanmen sect came to the incense shop to see the fortune-telling host's ability, but the other party was wholeheartedly doing business and seemed to be completely unaware of anything else.

"What time is tomorrow?"

Ji Yu turned his chair and asked Zhang Nannan who was lying on the sofa not far away.

“Master, Mr. Shen said to come over at ten o’clock in the morning.”

"Ten o'clock? That's fine. I'll call the courier company and have them come over early."

Ji Yu packed up his things and left the live broadcast immediately.

*

Almost everyone in the Xuanmen circle who could attend the 80th birthday party of Zhang Chengfeng, the president of the Tianshi Association, came.

Although the Tianshi Association is only a non-governmental organization, it is also registered with the official. Almost half of the newcomers who have just entered the Xuanmen will register with the Tianshi Association.

Of course, Ji Yu is an exception. He has neither left his name in the Tianshi Association nor joined the Seventh Bureau, nor is he in any other Taoist temple.

"By the way, is my grandma registered with the Tianshi Association?"

Shen Baizhou pondered for a moment and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't live in Gushu Town for a long time when I was a child, so I'm not very clear about this. But I can confirm that there is no seventh game. As for the Tianshi Association, I will help you check it out."

"Excuse me, Mr. Shen."

"It's my duty. If it weren't for Boss Ji's help, I would have had to politely decline this banquet."

At this point, Shen Baizhou's tone was somewhat relaxed. Zhang Nannan, who was sitting in front, turned around and asked curiously: "Master, is Mr. Shen sick?"

"Nothing."

Shen Tianchen, who was driving, came over and interrupted, "I'm not sick, I'm just too unlucky. But my uncle's bad luck is the bad luck of the people around him. It's really weird."

He still remembers the first time he met his uncle. That night he fell into the pond and swallowed a belly full of dirty pond water.

He still remembered that the second time he met his uncle, he choked on a piece of bone while eating and was rushed to the hospital overnight.

But even so, he still likes to stay with his uncle.

Shen Baizhou's lips moved slightly, and he was about to say something venomous, but when he thought of his little nephew who was obviously extremely unlucky every time, but still insisted on staying close to him, his heart couldn't help but soften.

"Xiao Tianchen's fate is indeed quite strong. He can block some attacks beside you, but not much."

"Hey, Mr. Shen, can you guess who might have cast the curse on you? I'm sorry, I can't see anything specific about you, but I can give you a general idea."

"Boss Ji gave it to me last time, and I've also been looking in that direction. I should have some clues soon."

"That's good."

"What?" Shen Tianchen slammed on the brakes. "Uncle, you've been cursed. What kind of curse is it? It's so powerful that even your great grandfather and your master can't solve it."

"It's an ancient forbidden spell."

After Ji Yu finished speaking, she fell silent. The other three people in the car were still waiting for her to continue, but it seemed that she was lost in some memory.

"Ahem, here we are."

Shen Tianchen found an empty space and parked the car. He got out actively, took small steps attentively, and opened the door for Ji Yu before his uncle.

"Sister Ji Yu, please get out of the car."

Ji Yu laughed for a moment, then came down holding Shen Tianchen's arm.

What caught my eye was an old Chinese-style house covering a rather spectacular area. Judging from the walls outside the courtyard, it must have been quite old. Even standing outside, one could tell that this was a family with a profound heritage.

Zhang Nannan, who was standing next to Ji Yu, suddenly took a breath.

"What's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

Zhang Nannan shook her head and looked at the cars parked outside the house. She could hardly find any that were worth less than one million.

Are all the people in the Xuanmen so rich?

Shen Tianchen seemed to have guessed what Zhang Nannan was thinking, and he leaned over and whispered, "Sister Nannan, those who can park their cars outside are all close friends with the Zhang family. The place is so small, and there are so many people coming. The rest of the cars are parked elsewhere, or they take a taxi. Although there are many wealthy people in Xuanmen, and there are also many large families with hundreds of years of history, there are also many young poor people who have just entered the sect."

Zhang Nannan nodded in agreement: "I am the poor young man who just walked in."

Shen Tianchen: “No, I didn’t mean that.”

Shen Tianchen pretended to be calm but cried inside. He looked back at his uncle cautiously with an expression asking for help.

——Uncle, did I say something wrong?

Shen Baizhou stretched out his right hand and silently slapped his mouth.

Next, a loud slap made Ji Yu and Zhang Nannan's heartbeats skip a beat. They turned around in confusion and watched Shen Tianchen suddenly slap his mouth for some unknown reason.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Nannan took two steps to the other side, away from Shen Tianchen, wondering if this kid was possessed by a ghost.

Ji Yu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Xiao Tianchen, your uncle is telling you to stop talking, not to slap yourself in the face."

Shen Baizhou was speechless.

"Miss Ji!"

Wang Zihao, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, saw Ji Yu from afar. He dealt with the people around him and immediately came over to greet him.

"I didn't expect Mr. Shen and Miss Ji to come together. It's just right. My master has been waiting for a long time."