If these people knew that Master Su would receive 30 million for exorcising evil spirits from Uncle, they would go crazy.
Su Lenghe observed Ling Peng's face and said, "He just has insufficient yang energy and is not in immediate danger."
"Temporarily? Does that mean there will be danger ahead?"
Su Lenghe nodded: "His behavior angered the ghosts living here."
"Will they kill him?" his companion asked, his voice trembling.
"It won't kill you, but your health won't be good, and it might affect your lifespan."
The companion bowed frantically to Su Lenghe, pleading, "Master, we'll never say you're lying again, please save him!"
Su Lenghe's gaze fell on her companions behind her, and she asked in a soft voice, "Are you willing to let them go?"
The companion glanced behind him but couldn't see a ghost. Who was the streamer talking to?
Suddenly, he felt a cold wind blow across his back, as if someone was speaking in his ear, making his blood freeze and causing him to shiver several times.
Su Lenghe nodded slightly: "I understand."
Ling Peng's companion was trembling all over: "You know...what?"
Su Lenghe said calmly, "You're lucky. He doesn't want to make things difficult for you. First, kowtow three times. When he wakes up tomorrow, remember to light three incense sticks and kowtow three times at each grave, and burn plenty of paper money."
"Okay, okay." The person on the other end readily agreed and sent Su Lenghe three rockets.
Su Lenghe added, "The rest is up to fate."
[Host, what exactly happened?]
This is too weird. Isn't cinnabar supposed to ward off evil spirits? It's not working.
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