Chapter 771: Luck

In another room, two people were still communicating, completely unaware that someone had broken in.

He Qinshuang: "Master, this thing won't have any bad backlash, right? If so, please let it befall me and not affect my son Shenghang."

The man seemed to smile: "Don't worry, with my skills, you won't suffer any backlash."

After a pause, he continued, "It's just that he was particularly mean to your eldest son..."

He Qinshuang said indifferently: "What I want is his luck, life and wealth, so of course it's not good for him."

The man said, "It's more than that. I mean, his soul will be damaged."

He Qinshuang paused for a moment: "What do you mean?"

The man said, "This method of stealing someone's luck is very vicious. Not only will it take away his things in this life, it will also damage his soul."

"If the damage is severe, the soul may be scattered, which means that the person will not even be eligible for reincarnation. This person will completely disappear from this world."

After a pause, he continued, "Of course, such a vicious method will also shorten my lifespan. So as for the price..."

The man said so much, but He Qinshuang didn't care at all whether Gu Zhiyu would be scared to death. She only listened to the matter of money:

"Don't worry, I won't give you a penny less than the price we agreed on before."

The man said, "The price we agreed on before was that you had to get his hair. Now that I don't have his hair, I need to expend more energy to accomplish my goal..."

He Qinshuang's tone was not very happy: "You mean, you still want a temporary price?"

The master was also unhappy: "How can this be called a temporary increase in fees? It's because you didn't succeed in getting the other person's hair, and it will be very troublesome for me to perform the spell. Different rituals naturally have different prices."

"If you want the original price, that's fine. Then think of a way to get his hair."

He Qinshuang was in a dilemma: "I really can't do this. He is too skilled, I can't get close to him at all. And they seem to have murderous intentions towards me. If I show up again, my life will be in danger..."

The man interrupted her and said, "Then there is nothing I can do."

He snorted softly, "Since Madam can't get her hair done and she's not willing to pay more to change the method, I can only say that I can't help you. Madam, please do as you please!"

He Qinshuang immediately became anxious: "No, no, no! Tell me, how much more do you want to pay?"

Man: “Double.”

He Qinshuang: “What?”

The man's tone became a little impatient: "I told you, if you can get the hair, it will be easy. If you can't, then this is the only way."

He Qinshuang hesitated for a while, then gritted her teeth and said, "Okay! I promise you!"

After a pause, he added: "But you must help me get it done."

Man: "Don't worry. Even if I can't take away all his luck and life span at once, I can at least take away half of it."

He Qinshuang thought that Gu Zhiyu's luck was so great that even the end of the world could not affect his wealthy life. Even if he could only take half of it, it would be very considerable.

With his luck, he can have as many material things as he wants in the future. Not to mention a long life! Just the fact that he can live longer is worth spending any money.

She won't lose anything in this transaction.

So he made the decision: "Okay! Just do as you say! When can Master perform the ritual?"

Man: "Give me his birth date and current name, and cut off a strand of your hair. With these, I can start the curse. When you bring the agreed reward, I will finish the ritual and it will be done."

He Qinshuang became alert: "Why do you want my hair?"

The man explained calmly, "Hair is the key to the success of the ritual. Since you didn't get his hair, you can only use yours instead. You are mother and son connected by blood, so your hair can also have an effect, but it's a bit troublesome."

He Qinshuang was still alert: "It won't have any negative impact on me, right?"

Man: "Of course not. The purpose of this ritual is to increase your luck and longevity! Oh, and of course, your little son's as well."

He Qinshuang seemed a little hesitant and didn't say anything for a long time.

The man seemed to have lost his patience: "Madam, trust people when you employ them, and don't employ people if you don't trust them. If you have any doubts, you can just leave."

He Qinshuang said quickly, "Of course I trust you! Master, I'll trouble you from now on. I'll gather enough supplies and bring them to you soon."

After a pause, he explained, "My professor has been working overtime at the company these days. I can only give you the reward after he comes back. Probably in three or four days."

The man hummed, "Madam, there is no need to worry."

Next, He Qinshuang reported the relevant information about Gu Zhiyu.

As Gu Zhiyu's biological mother, she naturally knew the time of his birth. An Nan listened and wanted to tear her into pieces.

But this woman has a special identity. She is not only Gu Zhiyu’s biological mother, but also Professor Zheng’s relative.

If something happened to her here right now, not to mention whether the authorities would investigate thoroughly, it is not known whether Gu Zhiyu would create a barrier.

She cherishes her relationship with Gu Zhiyu very much and will never plant an unstable bomb in their relationship.

So even though this woman must die, her death cannot be related to anyone else.

An Nan listened to a few more words from the two with a gloomy face, then suppressed his anger as he listened to He Qinshuang close the door and leave.

She didn't come out of the room until the "master" was the only one left in the house.

To be on the safe side, she had to deal with the "caster" first.

The living room was very dark, with only one candle lit.

The master was short, with gray hair and a hunched back. He was worshiping a statue in the corner of the living room.

Annan walked over lightly. When he passed by the small tea table, he saw a piece of paper with Gu Zhiyu's birth date and a bunch of hair next to it.

The hair is part black and part white, it must be He Qinshuang's.

She stopped and suddenly said:

"Are you really that smart?"

"Ahhhhhh!" The old man was frightened and turned around suddenly, bumping his body directly into the statue, almost spitting out the dentures in his mouth.

He put his hand into his mouth, straightened his crooked dentures, looked at Annan nervously and asked:

"Who are you?! When did you come in? How did you get in?"