The face of the underworld messenger was extremely ugly. Gradually, the disciples no longer dared to ask questions. The noise in the hall became quieter and quieter, until...

"What are you doing? Don't scare my disciples. Cooperate with me and I'll burn paper for you later!"

The third brother glanced at her and raised his chin with great dignity: "Don't try to tempt me with this trick. I won't fall for it!"

Xiaoliu poked his head out and spoke in a low voice.

"Xiao Zhuzhu, the underworld has experienced inflation recently. Prices have risen rapidly and money is worthless. Your brother asked me to tell you something. He wants you to calm down and stop burning paper money all the time. If you continue like this, 1 billion underworld coins can only buy a radish!"

Can there be inflation in the underworld?

Shen Jiezhu didn't understand.

It seems my brother is not managing it very well!

"Then... I'll burn your cars? Do you want it? A luxury car..."

The third brother turned around, looked at her, coughed twice, and looked a little embarrassed: "Well...what do you want to know? Ask, one by one..."

Embarrassment is nothing compared to the car!

Hehe, a luxury car is about to be yours!

The disciples were far away and had no idea what they had just communicated. The only thing they could be sure of now was that Director Shen had a very good relationship with the messenger of the underworld!

So good that even when Shen Jiezhu was drunk, she would call them out to take her place in class.

The messenger from hell is their substitute teacher?

This may sound a bit far-fetched at first, but who would have thought that it was true?

Director Shen is awesome!

With such a curator, they walk sideways when they go out. Fortune-telling and feng shui shops are nothing! Who among them can be on friendly terms with the messenger of the underworld? Have they ever seen the messenger of the underworld? Tsk tsk tsk!

Seeing that the tall man was not as fierce as before, one disciple raised his hand tremblingly and asked: "Excuse me, how many underworld messengers are there in the underworld?"

Xiaoliu said that this question was too simple and he could answer it: "In our underworld, there are a total of ..."

"Two."

The third brother spat out these two words indifferently. He really wanted the car, but he also had to maintain his image. Today, he was acting like a king. There were so many people around, he couldn't let his image fall apart!

Xiaoliu kept silent and asked Laosan in the secret language of the underworld messenger.

"Third brother, we clearly have ninety-nine brothers and sisters, how can you say there are only two?"

"Some things can be said, some things cannot be said. We must guard against the evils of society! If we answer whatever they ask, what will we become? A human question-answering robot? We must remain mysterious, understand? Remember, never let humans see through us!"

Xiaoliu nodded, not quite understanding. He felt that what his third brother said made sense. He must not let humans see through him.

So he chose to remain invisible.

Everyone watched as Xiaoliu's body gradually faded, and finally turned into a gray shadow floating in the air. The third brother noticed that everyone was staring at his side, so he subconsciously looked over and was scared to death.

"Why are you hiding?!"

"We can't let humans see through us!"

The third brother: ...

I really want to change my fixed partner. This partner’s comprehension ability is really not good enough. It’s okay that his comprehension ability is low, but the most important thing is that he is too scary!

He always does things that are inexplicable but cannot be refuted. I really can’t stand it anymore!

"Third brother, I feel very safe this way, you should try it too!" Xiaoliu was very excited, he really liked the feeling of floating in the air.

Their physical bodies can be touched by people, but if they become shadows, people can only see them but cannot touch them. It feels so good not to be touched!

The third brother rolled his eyes silently. Feeling safe?

He wanted to see how safe he felt.

Gradually, the third brother also gradually became transparent...

Hiss~ Don’t say hey, I feel so safe!

Then the painting style of the entire lobby became weird.

Shen Jiezhu was sitting in the front row, sleeping soundly, while two shadows floated back and forth, teaching the disciples. The disciples were in a state of excitement and fear, and their attention was highly focused, even the interjections of their conversations were not missed, and they were all recorded in their notebooks.

Buzz——

The phone in her pocket vibrated, and Suzhen realized that she and her friends had planned to play games together in the evening, but they certainly couldn't play games in this situation.

She opened the chat room and planned to say hello to everyone.

[Suzhen: Ouni, I can't play games for the time being. I'm in class.]

[Meixi: Mo? You're still in class so late, did the teacher catch you skipping class?]

[Meixi Ouni: Wait, I suddenly remembered, you are taking classes at the Wizarding Museum, right? I just saw the news that Shen Jiezhu went to the Wizarding Museum and sat at the door chatting with the director uncle.]

[Suzhen: Yes, I am taking a metaphysics class.]

[Meixi Ouni: How do you feel? Isn't Shen Jiezhu super amazing! Ah! I also want to take her class, but unfortunately I'm not from the wizard hall. Next time when you have a class, can our students from other halls sit in? ]

[Meixi Ouni: I can pay the tuition, any amount is fine! 】

【Suzhen: My benefactor is really amazing!! I still can’t believe that this class is real, it’s just like a dream! Great! No, this is a scene I dare not even dream of!】

Mi-hee was intrigued by her Su-jin's series of exclamations.

[Mixi: What's wrong? What happened? Ahhhh, I'm so anxious, please tell me, Suzhen! I gave you the special lottery ticket you wanted last time! Please, please tell me!]

[Suzhen: ...I am only telling you this, Ouni, please don't tell anyone else!]

[Meixi Ouni: No problem! You still don't believe me? I'm the strictest with my words. I've never told you the little secrets you told me!]

Suzhen thought about it and it seemed to be true, so Mihee Ouni could be trusted!

Next, Suzhen told Meixi everything that had just happened in the lobby. Meixi thought it was some fantasy story she made up and asked her the same question many times.

Is this true?

[Does the underworld messenger really exist? ]

[Great! Was it Shen Jiezhu who called me here? Who is she?]

[No, no, I have to digest this myself! ]

[Ahhh! I can't digest it. When I think of that scene, my hair stands on end. Shen Jiezhu's metaphysics is so amazing! She is simply a god!]

Suzhen ended the conversation quickly because she had to continue taking notes.

What she didn't expect was that Mei Xi, who had just promised her that she would never tell anyone, had already turned around and told her senior sister about it.

The elder sister told the younger brother, who told the younger sister, who asked the master, who talked to the younger brother, who thought it was too outrageous and called the director of the fortune-telling shop. When the director and the deputy director were talking, the younger brother heard it, and he told the younger sister...

After so many rounds of dissemination...

The content of the spread changed from the original version that Shen Jiezhu summoned the underworld messenger, to Shen Jiezhu being the underworld messenger, to Shen Jiezhu being the boss of the underworld messengers, to Shen Jiezhu being the boss of the underworld, and finally to Shen Jiezhu being King Yan.

The final version that reached the director of the Feng Shui center was that Shen Jiezhu was King Yan's mother.

puff!

When the curator heard the news, he vomited on the spot while drinking shochu.

His fellow junior students who were sitting at the same table with him quickly stood up and patted his back to help him calm down. After a long period of frantic work, they finally helped him to catch his breath.

After making sure that the director had successfully vented his anger, the deputy director finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his head, and fell into a chair.

Phew! Finally…

These words almost cost the curator his life.

Shen Jiezhu, you are really awesome!

In fact, Shen Jiezhu had already attempted to kill the curator once.

This afternoon, they received news that Quan Xizhen withdrew all the funds invested in the wizard academy and planned to invest in the wizard academy under Shen Jiezhu's name.

At that time, the curator almost died, and it took a lot of persuasion from them to calm him down.

As it was getting dark, someone suggested that everyone have a drink together to relieve their depressed mood and discuss what to do next.

The group of people discussed for a long time and were thinking about finding an opportunity to teach Shen Jiezhu a lesson, to let her know that seniors are seniors after all, so that she wouldn't be too young and ignorant of the world.

The curator felt a little relieved, but just after taking a sip of wine, he heard the news.

Is Shen Jiezhu the mother of King Yan?

This this this?

If this is true, then what is the point of the plan they just discussed for half a day?

Playing house?

To bring humiliation upon oneself?

"Where did this news come from? Is it true?"

The curator is not feeling well at the moment, so the deputy curator has to step in to solve the problem.

The deputy director was a man with great talent for metaphysics. He nearly died in a car accident when he was young. Before his death, he actually saw a messenger from the underworld.

The men and women in black, with cold expressions and empty eyes, came up and kicked him.

He was kicked back into his body and woke up.

From then on, he began to get in touch with metaphysics and made great achievements in fortune-telling and feng shui. Now at the age of 35, he has surpassed his predecessors and become the deputy director.

"Where did this news come from? The Wizarding House?"

The other person hung up the phone and raised his hand: "I just called the people from the Wizard Hall. Shen Jiezhu did call out the underworld messenger. Now the underworld messenger is still teaching those disciples. Hey, there is also a video!"

He handed the phone over and a group of people gathered around him.

They are all metaphysical teachers who can see the half-invisible black shadow in the video. In the video, the black shadow is indeed teaching the disciples, floating here and there, and the scene looks a bit creepy.

The deputy curator frowned: "Where is Shen Jiezhu? Why didn't she tell me?"

"Drunk and asleep."

…

She got drunk and called the messenger of the underworld to teach her a lesson while she herself slept. The fact that Shen Jiezhu could do such a thing proves that her identity is really extraordinary!

Can anyone summon the messenger of hell? And he even took her place in class without any complaints?

Judging from this situation, Shen Jiezhu seems to be the mother of King Yan...

If that were the case, they would have to change all their plans.

Although they are reckless, they are not stupid. They are going against King Yan's people simply because they think they have lived too long!

"Well, Lao Wu, go contact the Wizard Hall and tell them that we want to invite Miss Shen to come over and give lessons to our disciples so that they can learn more. They can set the conditions!"

When Che Chengzheng received the call, his muscles were stiff from laughing.

This evening, he received three calls from the Feng Shui shop, fortune-telling shop, and physiognomy shop that used to look down on him. The three directors all had similar intentions, all wanting to invite Shen Jiezhu to visit and take classes.

He also said that he could set any conditions.

The three museums had a nice idea, so Che Chengzheng didn't hesitate at all and directly rejected their invitation.

Just kidding, Shen Jiezhu is their treasure now, the treasure of the museum! What's the big deal about going to someone else's museum to take classes?

People who don’t know would think that their museum can’t retain its employees and that the big boss has been snatched away by others.

impossible!

He would never give the other three clubs a chance to get close to Shen Jiezhu. Three cunning guys would definitely do something bad if they got together. Che Chengzheng said that he had seen through their nature.

The fox's tail flutters in the wind and it cannot be hidden.

He could hear clearly what was being planned a dozen kilometers away in the wizard house.

Of course, he had to refuse, but he couldn't just reject them all at once. After rejecting their invitations, Che Chengzheng revealed a piece of news to them at the same time.

After that, for each of Shen Jiezhu's classes, the Wizard Hall would reserve ten places for the other three halls, with a distribution ratio of 3:3:4. The three halls discussed among themselves who would take three and who would take four.

This competition for quota brought together the powerful figures from the other three halls.

That night, everyone was originally having dinner and discussing things in a friendly manner, but then it turned into a table-banging showdown. In the end, it was decided that whoever won the competition among the three halls would get four.

Che Chengzheng was grinning from ear to ear in the audience.

Ha ha ha ha!

You never thought that this day would come to you!

When we were isolated together in the past, we probably never thought that something like this would happen in the future, hahaha!

The top three gyms agreed to fight once a week in order to compete for the chance to study in the last gym! Hahaha! So cool!

All the anger and oppression he had suffered at that time were returned, and doubled. Che Chengzheng raised his mobile phone, carefully found an angle, and took a picture of this scene.

From now on, this video, along with Shen Jiezhu, will become the evidence of the Wizarding Hall's pride and become a treasure of the hall!

That night, the entire metaphysical world was reshuffled. Ever since the Wizarding Hall released the news, there has been constant commotion inside and outside the other three halls.

Such a big commotion directly affected the investment decisions of the wealthy families.

A group of people have already seen Shen Jiezhu's financial resources. In addition to the current situation in the Metaphysics Hall, the wealthy families who were still watching the situation immediately chose to support the Wizarding Hall.

In the late night, the charity gala fundraising list was released. Behind Shen Jiezhu's name was the Zhaoyi Star of 500 million US dollars. It was so obvious that it was blinding as soon as the name was opened.

Netizens who were playing games until late at night and were preparing to catch up on sleep lost all desire to sleep when they saw this message. Posts that had been pushed down in the past were pushed up again, and there were dozens of them at a time.

That night, Shen Jiezhu topped the list again.

The contents that topped the charts include, but are not limited to, metaphysics, romance variety shows, debut stage performance, identity, etc., among which there is also a new hot topic.

[Don't stop me, I'm going to marry Shen Jiezhu! ]

When the Internet and reality are both shocked by the same person, the person in question sleeps very soundly.

She was so sweet that Xiaomi took her out of the wizard house, stuffed her into the car and took her home. When they entered the door and kept banging their heads against the wall, she still didn't wake up.

There is a big bump on my forehead.

She felt nothing at all.

It was not until the next day when she was putting on makeup that VV asked her in confusion.

"Piggy, what's wrong with your head? Did you hit something? Why is there a bump? This bump is a little powdery..."

Shen Jiezhu touched her forehead subconsciously.

"Huh? What's going on? Why do I have a bag here? What did I do last night?"

Xiaomi approached like a ghost and glanced at her indifferently.

"Oh, your bag. You were drunk yesterday and said you were a butterfly and asked me to chase you. Then... you ran into a wall."