Chapter 289 Second Uncle, Your Fate Is a Piece of Shit
The old Taoist nodded and said, "Okay, I understand. Everything is ready. I will tell her fortune in public and then ask the Song family's ancestor to appear."
Xie Qin looked around and didn't see Jiang Nanxi hiding behind the tree, so she thought there was no one in the parking lot.
She walked over to the old Taoist priest and whispered, "The Song family made their fortune during the Qing Dynasty. The ancestor was a high-ranking official in the Qing Dynasty. He has been dead for hundreds of years. Can you really summon his soul here?"
What Mr. Song and Xie Qin said was just a ploy to prevent Jiang Nanxi from returning to the Song family.
Things like fortune-telling and incompatibility were all said casually, and of course they were never asked by their ancestors.
The ancestor of the Song family was a person from the Qing Dynasty. He had been dead for so long that he must have been reincarnated long ago. Where can we ask him?
"It's impossible to summon a soul from such a long time ago back to the human world. Even if I could summon it back, I might not be able to suppress this ancient ghost that's been here for hundreds of years."
The old Taoist priest said.
"Ah? But didn't you say you could ask the Song family's ancestor to show up? Why are you saying no now?"
The old Taoist explained, "When I said I would invite the ancestor to appear, I naturally didn't mean the real ancestor."
He pointed inside his car and said, "Today I brought a paper figurine here. It was custom-made by a professional based on the photo of the ancestor you gave me.
When we burn this paper figurine later, the thing inside will turn into the image of the Song family's ancestor."
"So that's how it is!"
Xie Qin glanced at the car and saw the paper-made man with open eyes inside. She felt a little creepy for some reason, so she looked away after just one glance.
She asked again, "What about fortune-telling..."
The old Taoist priest was holding a golden bowl in his hand.
He pointed at the golden bowl and said, "I will tell fortunes later. I will write down the woman's birth date and time on a piece of paper, and then use my magical instrument, the golden bowl, to perform a ritual.
If her birth date and time characters touch the golden bowl, a thick aura of blood resentment will emanate from it, signifying that she is the reincarnation of an evil spirit. The Song family must not associate with her, or else they will suffer a calamity.
Xie Qin looked satisfied. "Not bad, not bad. This fortune-telling method is quite powerful. Those people must have been terrified when they saw a large cloud of blood mist emanating from the golden bowl!"
"It's settled then. I'll go in and deal with those people first. I'll send you a message later, and you can come back in! Once this is successfully completed, I'll transfer the remaining five million to you!"
"OK."
Xie Qin went into the box first.
Jiang Nanxi saw the old Taoist priest take out the paper figures from the car and plan to find a secluded place to burn them.
It was a paper-made figure of an old man wearing a Qing Dynasty official robe. The old Taoist priest lifted the yellow cloth banner covering the paper-made figure, and found that the figure was covered with many runes.
This paper figure was obviously cast under a spell. Once a ghost possessed it, it couldn't escape.
When the paper man is burned, the ghost inside will turn into the appearance of the paper man, that is, the appearance of the ancestor of the Song family.
In addition, the ghosts inside will be controlled by the old Taoist priest and act according to his orders.
When the old Taoist priest was preparing to burn paper figures, Jiang Nanxi heard a shrill scream.
"Let me out, let me out, I don't want this body anymore, please let me out!"
"Shut up!"
The old Taoist priest glared at the paper figurine impatiently. "Don't you want a body? I got it for you. Why are you still yelling?"
"What I want is a young body, why did you give me this old man's body?
You are not allowed to burn it, let me out! If you burn it, I will turn into an old man, a Qing Dynasty man with pigtails!
How can I find a ghost wife in the future? Female ghosts will laugh at me when they see me!"
"It's great that you have a body. What are you picky about? Just shut up!"
The old Taoist priest didn't care about the ghost's opinion at all. He took out a lighter and prepared to burn the paper man.
“Ahhhhh! No!”
A ghost's loud scream came from inside the paper man.
Just when the ghost inside thought he was really going to turn into an old man, with a bang, the old Taoist priest in front of him suddenly fainted on the ground.
Jiang Nanxi stood behind the old Taoist priest, holding a baseball bat in his hand, and looked at the paper figure leisurely.
Jiang Nanxi's eyes were amused. "So that's how it works. Interesting."
When the paper figurine saw the old Taoist priest faint, it quickly shouted at her, "Little girl, save me! Quickly let me out of this paper figurine, and I will repay you!"
Jiang Nanxi thought for a moment and said, "I can let you out, but you have to do me a favor."
"What's the matter?"
Jiang Nanxi glanced at the unconscious old Taoist priest on the ground, walked over, picked up the paper man, and whispered a few words in his ear.
The paper figure's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "This is easy. I'll help you! Just let me out!"
Jiang Nanxi took out a pair of scissors and cut the paper man into pieces, and the runes drawn on it were useless.
The ghost inside ran out and was about to escape when Jiang Nanxi shot out a trace of spiritual power that landed on his soul.
Her voice came slowly, "Don't forget what you promised me. I left a mark on your body. If you don't do this well, the mark will explode immediately, and your soul will be shattered."
"you……!"
The male ghost could feel a surge of power within his soul and turned to look at her in shock.
This woman is even more vicious than the old Taoist!
Jiang Nanxi didn't know the nature of these ghosts. They were all very cunning. They said one thing and did another. Otherwise, why couldn't they believe the ghosts' words?
She took out a lighter again, burned the shredded paper figurine, and then said to him, "Okay, now use your ghost magic to transform yourself into the appearance of the Song family's ancestor."
Ghosts can use magic to transform into other people's appearances and confuse humans.
But the old Taoist priest used the method of burning paper to make the ghost look like the ancestor of the Song family. However, he could not control the ghost, so he could only trap him with paper people and change his appearance with special methods.
"knew."
The male ghost used magic to change his appearance on the spot.
Jiang Nanxi glanced at the old Taoist priest and found that he showed signs of waking up, so she took the evil ghost and left first.
After leaving the parking lot, Jiang Nanxi said to the evil spirit, "First, find a place to hide from the old Taoist priest. After I deal with him, you can go back and take revenge."
"Okay, thank you for your help!"
The evil ghost left first.
Jiang Nanxi entered the box.
When she arrived, the food had already been served and everyone was sitting at the table ready to eat.
Jiang Nanxi sat down next to Song Shiting, and then heard Xie Qin say, "The master is here. Doesn't anyone want to see fortune-telling with their own eyes? Perfect!"
Jiang Nanxi poured herself a drink and looked at Xie Qin leisurely, "Second Aunt, please invite him in quickly. I also want to see how he figures it out."
Xie Qin looked at her and laughed with an ambiguous tone, "The master will be in the box soon. I hope you can still laugh after the calculation is over."
Jiang Nanxi took a sip of his drink and said nothing.
Not long after, the old Taoist priest walked in with an immortal look, holding a golden bowl in one hand and a yellow cloth banner in the other.
In order to make the fortune-telling more convincing, the old Taoist priest also asked for the birth dates of other people and told fortunes for them.
When it came to Master Song, the old Taoist priest's golden bowl emitted a burst of golden light. He exclaimed, "Master, this is an auspicious sign of great wealth and honor. It is a perfect match for the Song family!"
The dazzling golden light attracted everyone's attention.
Seeing Mr. Song's satisfied expression, the old Taoist priest continued, "Mr. Song's fate is such that he must be a prince or noble. My magical instrument has sensed his fate and produced strange phenomena!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone next to him covered his nose and said, "Master, there seems to be something dirty in your golden bowl!"
The old Taoist priest paused.
He also smelled a strange stench coming from the golden bowl, and he couldn't help but look down at the golden bowl.
Then.
He saw a mass of yellow unidentified solid.
Old Taoist:???
Jiang Nanxi: "Wow! Second Uncle, your fate is a pile of gold-inlaid shit!" Leave request
My dears, Happy New Year! I'm taking a day off today so I won't be updating. I haven't dared to stop updating this book since I started it, but I've been so tired lately that my mind is all foggy. I'll take a short break today and see you tomorrow!
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