Mr. Fu, Your Wife is Setting Up a Stall for Fortune-Telling Again

After her master's death, the metaphysics genius Lin Xi descends the mountain to set up a stall for fortune-telling, earning money while searching for her fiancé.

"Master, when will ...

Chapter 232, I'm shipping them again!

Butler Liu blurted out, "Our professional team only serves people, not the dead. You are not within our service scope. Please wait for the next batch of graduating students."

Village Chief Li pinched him, "Why are you explaining to a ghost?"

Butler Liu belatedly realized, "Haha, I'm used to it."

The radio roared angrily: "First, I'm not negotiating with you! Second, I command you to become my servants immediately and loyal to me forever! Otherwise, die!"

Butler Liu and Village Chief Li exchanged a glance, raised their fists in perfect unison, and shouted in unison, "Professional team, invincible and unbeatable!"

As long as they don't turn back, the ghosts can't harm them.

This law is like the blanket rule: when you're hiding under the blanket, ghosts can't get in; the blanket isolates you from all attacks.

Do not be deceived by ghosts, and do not turn back.

Keep going, keep pushing forward!!

The two men rushed forward, the radio chasing after them, shouting angrily, "Don't use that slogan! This is my declaration! Shut up! Shut up!!"

Steward Liu and Village Chief Li ignored outside noise and focused solely on chanting professional slogans.

The radio shrieked, "Stop!"

The two men and a radio chased each other, their slogans growing louder and louder, filling the entire space.

As Lin Xi and Fu Jingyao entered the dark alley, a loud voice rang out.

"A professional team, invincible and unbeatable!!"

Lin Xi's lips twitched. "These are the voices of Steward Liu and Village Chief Li. They are quite energetic. They still have the energy to shout slogans even after being trapped for three hours."

Fu Jingyao held her hand as usual, saying, "That's the slogan that Butler Liu used to use when he was in school. He used to lead the servants in the old house to shout it."

"Xixi, where is she?"

Lin Xi grasped his hand in return, "This way."

At this moment, Steward Liu and Village Chief Li ran into a corner, where there was a dead end.

The radio burst into excited laughter, "Haha, run! Keep running! Turn around and submit to me!"

Steward Liu and Village Chief Li remained silent, standing face to face with the wall.

Remember what the young mistress said, don't look back.

The radio broadcast spoke arrogantly, "Hey! I order you to turn around, turn around!!"

He yelled a few times but no one paid any attention. He then cursed and muttered, "You're all too stupid, too dumb. You haven't passed my test and can't become my esteemed subordinates. Go report to hell now! I'm looking for new subordinates..."

The radio bounced and turned around.

A man and a woman appeared on the other side of the alley; the man was tall and handsome, and the woman was delicate and beautiful.

He was overjoyed. "A girl, a lovely girl, I'm here! Become one of my subordinates, and I'll take good care of you, hahaha!"

Fu Jingyao's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and purple energy surged around him.

The radio felt cold on my head, and I instinctively stepped back.

No, he's a ghost, what's there to be afraid of?

He sneered, "Boy, I am the dragon prince chosen by heaven. Today I'll show you what I'm capable of."

Suddenly, the radio grew six hands, eight eyes, and four wings.

He shouted excitedly, "Hahaha, did you see that? I am the chosen one, possessing invincible superpowers. Kneel down and become my servant, or you're all dead!"

Fu Jingyao's face was gloomy, his gaze was extremely cold, and the purple aura around him churned faster, as if it would sweep across the entire space in the next second.

Lin Xi gripped his hand tightly. "Calm down, he's just a kid. Leave him to me."

Fu Jingyao closed his eyes briefly. "Xixi, be careful."

"Don't worry, it'll be done in a second." Lin Xi let go of his hand, her expression changing instantly.

The radio wasn't afraid at all, laughing loudly, "Woman, if you want to defeat me, go cultivate for hundreds more years! I am the chosen one! The number one in the world! The future ruler of the world!!"

"Ha! Beautiful lady, since you're pretty, kneel down and call me brother, and I'll spare your life out of mercy."

Lin Xi was utterly speechless. Where did this lunatic come from?

The little vengeful ghost didn't need to waste a single yellow talisman; she grabbed the radio with her bare hands and gently squeezed it.

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, rang out, "Aaaaaah!!"

"Let go! Let go of my divine weapon!!"

Lin Xi pulled her messy hands and feet back and punched the radio.

Bang! The radio shattered into pieces instantly, and a semi-transparent soul floated in the air, jumping and screaming.

"Ahhh! My divine artifact! My divine artifact!!"

The male ghost slowly turned his head, "You! I will kill you to avenge my divine weapon..."

Lin Xi pressed down on his head and punched him again.

Boom—!!

The punch was extremely powerful, passing through the male ghost's head and shattering the ground.

The male ghost stared at the cracked ground and let out a sharp, explosive cry, "Aaaaah!! Violent female demon!!"

Lin Xi clapped her hands and gave him a cold look. "Shut up! If you make another sound, I'll shut you down!"

The male ghost covered his mouth, squatted in the pit, trembling. His soul was much fainter than before, as if it would dissipate with a gust of wind.

I'm so heartbroken. His dream of conquering the world was shattered before it even began...

This woman looked cute and obedient, but I never expected her to be so terrifying; she shattered most of his yin energy with a single punch.

His soul is unstable now; another punch would send him utterly annihilated.

Butler Liu turned around when he heard the noise, witnessed the young mistress's extraordinary strength, and then turned back, suddenly feeling a chill on his head.

My goodness! The young mistress is so fierce, tearing apart ghosts with her bare hands and punching through the ground.

This hole is one meter long and one meter wide. If you twist and fold him up and stuff him in, then fill it with cement, it would be an excellent burial site.

Wait, no, why would he have such a thought?

The young mistress is a law-abiding and good person; she wouldn't do such a thing.

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