【ah? 】

【ha? 】

[I go?]

The boy felt a chill on his back and his hair stood on end.

His mind raced as he analyzed Ji Yu's words. The house wasn't haunted, and it wasn't recommended for him to live there. Didn't that mean he was very likely to run into the returning murderer?

When he thought of this, he felt cold sweat all over his body.

He silently wiped it with the back of his hand and let out a long breath.

[Almighty Master: Sister Ji Yu, I wasn't this scared when you said it was haunted. Now, when you said the murderer might come back, I was so scared I almost peed myself.]

[I'm a Tieba user. Let me know: This is really scary. No wonder there's a saying that people are much scarier than ghosts.]

[It gives me chills just thinking about it.]

[Good at messing things up: The murderer has already killed everyone, why is he coming back? How dare he be so bold? Isn't he afraid of being caught?]

[Based on my years of experience watching suspense TV dramas, some murderers are psychopaths and are likely to return to the scene to watch their own masterpiece.]

[Prosperous Paint: Hilarious! The murderer returned to the scene. After reviewing the scene, he realized some things were not done well. But when he returned to admire the masterpiece, he found that a new person had moved in. It was another opportunity to practice. What a coincidence! He quickly started the next round of practice.]

【Murderer: Thank God for the gift. 】

"I, I won't rent it anymore. I won't rent it anymore."

Looking at the boy who was sweating profusely, Ji Yu comforted him a few times.

"Don't worry, you're still in the dormitory. Oh, and go call the police later. The old man you met during the day is the murderer. The police probably have some suspicions now, but he's not their primary suspect."

The truth is, the man was quite old, and the police felt it was impossible to kill an adult male.

The boy's face turned pale again.

"Sister Ji Yu, is it true? So he has set his sights on me and wants me to move in."

"Congratulations, you got it right."

[Hiss, how miserable.]

[Wangwang IceBing: Wait, an old man wants to kill a grown man? Is this old man so awesome?]

The boy thought about the old man he had met during the day and nodded affirmatively.

"Although the old man was wrapped up tightly, when he touched my shoulder, I felt a heavy thud. I instinctively tried to grab him, but I saw that his body was full of tendons and muscles. It was obvious that he had been exercising for many years."

"When he was young, he was a boxer and very strong. However, not many people know this, and there is no record of him in the archives."

Because he was doing illegal boxing, but now it has become formalized and illegal boxing is no longer feasible, so the old man started to do some legitimate business.

"Why did he kill someone? Did he have a grudge against the previous resident?"

"No."

[Giant Panda Red Panda: That old thing is sick.]

"Some people are just born bad, born sick. They might kill someone just on impulse, without any reason."

[It's over, it's over. Will that old guy also watch the anchor's live broadcast? Will this little brother get into trouble?]

"That shouldn't be the case. There are so many people in our dormitory."

The roommate who was watching from the side couldn't help but speak.

Ji Yu calculated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "The police will come and take you to the police station later. You can come back after the murderer is caught."

"Okay, Sister Ji Yu."

[Group Manager: It seems the police officers now also believe what our Sister Ji Yu says.]

[Our sister Ji Yu has helped the police solve many cases.]

[Eat more rice and you'll eat shit. Adult: Whisper, my husband is a police officer, and they often watch Sister Ji Yu's live broadcast.]

Ji Yu had a very faint smile on his face.

No wonder Master often said that helping others may bring you material pleasure as well as spiritual pleasure, but this kind of help must be within your ability. Once it exceeds the scope of your ability, your help will become a burden to yourself.

If her fortune-telling can help solve some cases, she would be happy to do so.

*

"This child cannot be kept."

In the large villa's open-plan living room, the whole family sat on the sofa in a somewhat solemn atmosphere, looking at the square-faced old man sitting in the main seat.

A couple was sitting on the sofa on the right. The woman looked haggard, and the man patted his wife's shoulder comfortingly, then looked up at the main seat.

"Dad, Chuchu is my child and your biological granddaughter."

The old man leaned on his cane with a stern face, as if there was no room for negotiation.

"Your father has seen Master Ku's abilities. Since he said this child would bring bad luck to me and the entire Yang family, he can't keep him. He's just letting you send him away, not throwing him away. Is there any need to react so strongly?"

The woman was so shocked that she stood up and cried to the old man, "Chu Chu is my child, who I carried for ten months and gave birth to. How could I abandon her to someone else to raise? She has a father and a mother. She is not an orphan."

"Dad, I thought this kind of outrageous thing only happened in TV dramas. I didn't expect that someone as open-minded as you would be so feudal and superstitious. He was just a liar. You actually gave up your granddaughter because of a liar's words."

"Shut up!"

The old man seemed to be angry, and looked at his eldest son with some displeasure.

"Boss, you'd better manage the people in your house. Women are always short on knowledge and wisdom."

The eldest son stood up, supported his wife, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "Dad, I will not agree to send Chuchu away. Also, when you belittle women, remember that many of your current achievements are inseparable from my mother's support for you."

"Shut up, you're really getting cocky. Your father isn't even dead yet, and you're already thinking about pissing me off so I can inherit the family business."

"I'm not interested in your family business. I just want to tell you that Chuchu won't bring bad luck to you. If you don't believe me, I'll go directly to the Tianshi Association and hire the most professional fortune teller."

The old man glanced at his eldest son and sneered, "If you can get someone from the Heavenly Master Association to help, I will naturally talk about this matter again."

"Okay, if the fortune teller from the Tianshi Association is different from that Master of Suffering, Dad, I also hope you can cut off contact with him."

"If they are different, it only means that the master is framing me. I am not senile yet. But let me be frank, they must be core members of the Tianshi Association."

Almost all the core members of the Tianshi Association are as powerful as a Buddha. Many of them have backgrounds of prestigious families with a history of hundreds of years. If they want to invite them, according to the nature of the Yang family, a nouveau riche, they can at most touch some members on the edge of the Tianshi Association.

To put it bluntly, it means contacting some Taoist priests registered in the Taoist Association. There are still many half-baked people among them, but the core personnel are all powerful figures.