I swept the giants by fortune-telling

Chapter 56 Retributors should believe in fate.

Fu Lianzhi refused to let go and said: "Ah Qing, do you dislike my long tail?"

Shang Qing's expression is serious: "If you insist on saying it, even if it's not long..."

Fu Lianzhi interrupted him, "As the saying goes, if you marry a chicken, follow the chicken and marry a dog, you have already signed a contract with me, and it's too late even if you dislike me!"

Shang Qing closed his eyes in pain, feeling that all the mistakes he had made in his life were not as big as signing this contract.

Fu Lianzhi was still lying on the bed, snorting, "Ah Qing, I know what you're thinking."

Shang Qing opened his eyes and looked at him.

Fu Lianzhi: "Are you thinking, I was able to recognize you that day because of the contract?"

Shang Qing stared at him, "Then, is it right?"

Fu Lianzhi: "That day, did you feel the fluctuation of the contract?"

Shang Qing frowned.No, in fact, he rarely felt contract fluctuations.Ah, that's right, except when Fu Guiwang is jealous.

Fu Lianzhi: "I don't need a contract to confirm you, even if there is no contract, I will recognize you at the first sight."

He tilted his head with gentle eyes, "Even if she can imitate the soul, it's still not you. As long as it's not you, you can't fool me."

Shang Qing looked at him, as if observing whether what he said was true or not.

Fu Lianzhi let him watch. Although he was lying on the bed, his expression was very relaxed.

After a long while, a smile flashed in Shang Qing's eyes, and he said, "So, what is the reason why you are paralyzed on the bed like a dead snake?"

Fu Lianzhi sighed, "Ah Qing, your ability to change the subject is really bad. Shouldn't you be moved to come up and hug me now?"

Shang Qing shrugged, meaning: I don't.

Fu Lianzhi shook his head, but he had no choice but to say, "The ghost festival is coming, and the yin energy between heaven and earth is much stronger. I am now in the critical moment of transformation, so I can't walk around at will."

He said pitifully: "Little friend, I am going to retreat here, you have to help me protect the law."

Shang Qing looked at the sky, and said in his heart: If you don't go to a closed place, the ghosts will care about you.

But Fu Lianzhi didn't lie to him, he just closed his eyes, surrounded by Yin Qi and ghost power, and actually started to practice.

Shang Qing paused for a moment, then set up a magic circle to condense Yin Qi for this person, and pasted Yin Gathering Talismans around him.

Countless Yin Qi was attracted by the magic circle and absorbed by Fu Lianzhi, without any leakage.

He looked at the man's face, thinking about withdrawing the magic circle before he woke up.Unexpectedly, Fu Lianzhi's retreat lasted more than ten days, during which he only woke up occasionally to say a few words.

In the afternoon, golden sunlight streams in through the windows.Shang Qing was lying on the recliner in front of the window, gnawing on an apple and flipping through a comic book.

The sound of flipping books makes the room extraordinarily quiet, which is a good feeling of the years.

The crisp ringtone broke the silence, Shang Qing touched the phone and picked it up.I heard Meng Huai say over there: "Shang Qing, we have all received the admission notice, why hasn't yours arrived yet, do you want to call and ask?"

Shang Qing thinks about it too. Recently, the students in the class have received the notification one after another, and Meng Huai also received it two days ago.You Ziming's special admission path is not counted for the time being, but why did it take him so long?

Thinking about it, he poked his head out of the window, "Uncle Wang, is there any delivery for me these days?"

The gardener raised his head and shouted: "Young master, no! Recently, only the master (You Yanshen) gave you things, and I have given you a look."

According to his scores, it is impossible not to be admitted, so...he thought for a moment, and suddenly thought that he hadn't moved to his new home when he filled out the application form, so the notice should have been sent to his previous address.

That is... the Zhou family's old house?

He stood up, intending to go back to the old house to have a look, but after walking two steps, he was grabbed by someone.

Fu Lian didn't know when he woke up, and was quietly grabbing the corner of his little boy's clothes, "Where are you going? Wait for me, and go with you."

The corner of Shang Qing's mouth twitched, and he raised a hand to paste a body talisman on his forehead, "Let's talk about it after you grow legs!"

Fu Guiwang sighed while holding the yellow paper talisman, and began to think about how he, a majestic ghost king, fell to this point?

Shang Qing came to Zhou's old house by car, and the scene here was not as good as before.

Although it has only been less than two months, it is already a bit barren.The water in the fountain in front of the door was dry, the garden was overgrown with weeds, and the roads were full of fallen leaves.

Looking around, there was not a single person in the huge manor.

Fortunately, the door lock can still be opened.

Shang Qing entered the password and walked in.

He hasn't taken the initiative to pay attention to Zhou's affairs recently, but his uncle always sends him a few messages every once in a while.

The Zhou family is not as good as before. Although it will not go bankrupt, the property has shrunk a lot.As for Zhou Zhengliang, he was kicked out of the board of directors directly and is now missing.There are gossip that he has lung cancer and will not live long.

Zhou's old house is still under the name of Zhou Zhengliang, but because he can't afford the maintenance fee and the servant's salary, it is now in a state of no one.Maybe it won't be long before Zhou Zhengliang will sell this place.

The dignified head of the Zhou family couldn't even guard his ancestral house.This gap is enough for him to taste.

Shang Qing continued to walk in, and when he reached the door of the main building, he heard the sound of sweeping the floor.He turned his head and saw that it was Wang Ma who was sweeping fallen leaves with a big broom.

Seeing the person coming, Wang Ma was very pleasantly surprised: "Young master, why are you back? Are you going to come back to live?"

Shang Qing shook his head, "I'm coming back to get something. Why haven't you left yet?"

Wang Ma rubbed her hands in embarrassment, "Before Madam left, she paid us two months' wages. I thought, I can't just take the money and not work, so I want to finish this month before leaving."

Shang Qing looked at her, the woman was already a grandma, her fingers were rough, and her face was full of wrinkles, but her body was well groomed, and her nails were clean.

He paused and smiled, "What a coincidence, I was just looking for you. I like to drink your soup. Would you like to work here? I will give you a raise."

Wang Ma burst into joy instantly, "Oh, thank you, young master! I am willing to go! However, you don't need to raise my salary, you are our family's great benefactor, just give me half of the salary! I will work hard , I know a lot of soups, and I guarantee that you will not have the same soup for a year."

Shang Qing smiled, "Then let's take a step back and give you the original salary, do you think it's okay?"

"This, this..." Wang Ma was a little embarrassed, and felt that it would be over if she refused again, "Then, if you are not satisfied with something, tell me, and I will definitely change it."

Shang Qing nodded reassuringly, and sent a message to the housekeeper, asking him to prepare the contract and sign it when he returns home.

Wang Ma was overjoyed for a long time, then remembered what Shang Qing said just now, and asked, "Little Master, what did you bring back? After you left, Master stayed in your room for a long time, as if he had moved many things away. "

Shang Qing: "I don't take anything from the room, it's new, do you know where it is?"

Wang Ma snorted, "The things that have arrived in the past month are all in the drop-box. After Mr. Zhao and the others left, no one took care of them. I know where the keys are, and I'll take you to see them."

She took the key and took Shang Qing to the drop-box at the gate at the northwest corner of the manor.This large-looking box was packed to the brim, and there were a few leaflets clustered at the entrance.

Wang Ma opened the box, and the contents poured out and fell to the ground.

Shang Qing saw the notice on the top at a glance, he picked it up and put it away, and then looked at other things.

Throwing aside some magazines, leaflets and letters with Zhou Zhengliang's name on them, he picked up two letters written to her by classmate Yuanyuan, just in time to bring them to the little girl when they meet next time.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly saw the envelope with his name written on it.Pick it up and look, the envelope is the most common kraft paper, it says "Received by Master Shang Qing", and there is a number beside it: 4

Shang Qing continued to rummage through the pile of papers, and found that there were nine identical envelopes, all of which were numbered, and the mailing time started half a year ago and stopped last month.

Probably only those who have no other contact information will write letters, so Butler Zhao doesn't pay much attention to this inbox, which caused Shang Qing to see these letters.

He looked one by one, the envelopes were very light, and there should be only a thin piece of paper inside.

He opened the letter numbered 1.

There was only one sentence written on it: "Master Shang, please tell me, do evil spirits really exist? Will they occupy human bodies?"

Then number 2: "Master Shang, I'm sure he's possessed by a ghost! What should I do?"

Number 3: "Master Shang! How can I get rid of him!"

……

Number 9: "Master, people should trust their fate."

And on the letter paper of the ninth letter, there was a long brown-black mark, and there were obvious fingerprints on the mark.It was as if someone had accidentally left the letter with dirty fingers.

Shang Qing looked at the trace and frowned, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled...human blood.

He looked back at the envelope again, only the receiving address was written on it, but the sending address was not written.

He put away the nine letters and took Wang Ma into the car.

On the way, he patted the envelope and sent it to You Mingchi, "Help me find out who wrote the letter."

You Mingchi immediately replied: "You can check, but there is too little information, so you may not be able to find it. What's the matter, someone wrote you a threatening letter?"

Shang Qing: "It's okay to find a contact information, this person asks me for help."

You Mingchi: "OK."

The car returned to the small villa, Shang Qing signed a contract with Wang Ma, and introduced it to the housekeeper before returning upstairs.

Fu Lianzhi was lying straight on the bed with a paper talisman covering his face, just like the low-quality zombies in domestic zombie movies.

The corner of Shang Qing's mouth twitched, he turned and went out, out of sight.

A few days later, You Mingchi replied: "This letter was sent from an old residential area in Dingming City. I don't know who sent it. The housing planning there is too messy. The post office The staff can't remember either."

Knowing that he had tried his best, Shang Qing replied "Thank you" and took out the nine letters again.

This person obviously came to ask for help, why didn't he leave his own information?

He read the nine letters one by one, his eyes swept over the word "evil ghost", the person possessed by the evil ghost...

From the perspective of a mystic, evil ghosts are more difficult to encounter than fierce ghosts.Ordinary ghosts will turn into ghosts when they become obsessed with resentment.And if a ghost kills people indiscriminately, causing evil spirits to haunt them and no possibility of reincarnation, they will turn into evil ghosts.

Evil ghosts have always been the targets of mystics. They have no humanity, and there is no need to save them.Even if it is Shang Qing, if he encounters an evil spirit, he will kill him.

But for ordinary people, all murderous ghosts can be called evil ghosts.So, the person who wrote the letter didn't necessarily have encountered a ghost, maybe it was just an ordinary ghost?

Ok?

Shang Qing suddenly felt that the touch of the last letter was different, so he picked it up and read it carefully.Under the direct light of the white light, there seemed to be some marks on the envelope.

After thinking about it, he took a pencil and painted lightly.

A string of characters appeared on the natural-color kraft paper envelope: zhm0809

What is the password?Shang Qing reacted for a while, and suddenly understood, he took the mobile phone, opened the communication software, and entered this string of characters—as expected, this is a communication software account.

He applied to add the other party as a friend, and wrote in the note, "I am Shang Qing."

I felt a bit like a liar, so I added another sentence: "I have received your letter, do you have time to chat?"

After another two days of waiting, the friend request was finally approved.

The other party didn't seem to consider the possibility of a liar, but directly sent a sentence: "Master Shang, do people have to accept their fate?"

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In the evening, the man finally went out.

Zhang Hongmei hid in the toilet and only came out when she heard the door close.It was cool to walk barefoot on the ground, but she had no shoes.Every time the man went out, he would lock the shoes at home to prevent her from escaping.

Zhang Hongmei washed her face to remove the blood, and she didn't look in the mirror, she didn't really want to see her current appearance.

There were broken dishes and cold meals on the floor of the living room. She tidied up a bit, then sat in front of the window in a daze.

Outside the light changed, and the sun moved farther west.

She finally regained her senses and put down the hemp rope in her hand.The hemp rope was used to tie the boxes when they moved. Recently, whenever she was in a daze, she would habitually hold it in her hand, and the burrs that had been touched were flattened.

As usual, he would eat out before coming back.Thinking of this, Zhang Hongmei walked into the bathroom again, opened the water tank of the toilet, and took out a mobile phone wrapped in a plastic bag from it.

Very low-quality domestic mobile phone with a slight crack on the screen.This is a second-hand mobile phone given to her by a female colleague of her last job.Her mobile phone was smashed and she had no money to buy a new one.

The phone has no power at all, and it can't even be turned on.However, no one will find her.

Though thinking this way, she took out a charger from under the sofa and plugged it in.

Cheap phones also charge very slowly.Looking at the glowing red charging interface, Zhang Hongmei continued to be in a daze.

She thought in her heart that it was time to pay the phone bill, but she had no money.I should still find a job, but I thought that the previous jobs I had been looking for had been messed up, so I had to hide it a bit this time.

But after thinking about it again, people have to accept their fate.

Perhaps, her life is more bitter.

The phone turned on silently - this iron bump has been silent since it was in her hands.

There are several messages on the communication software, which were sent by her sister. The first one is to announce the good news to her, saying that she has found a very easy part-time job, and sent her a red envelope.

Because she didn't see it in time, the red envelope had already been returned.Her sister continued: "Sister, why don't you want a red envelope? How is your work doing recently?"

Zhang Hongmei's eyes turned red, and she poked the screen with trembling fingers: "Recently, I've been doing well at work, but I'm a little busy. I don't want your red envelope. You should study hard and don't fall behind."

She exited the conversation interface, only to find a friend request.

Clicking on it, seeing the word "Shang Qing", she paused her fingers, clicked to accept, and then stamped hard to write a line: "Master Shang, do people have to accept their fate?"

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Shang Qing looked at the line of words, and after a while, he tapped the keyboard quickly, and replied: "I don't believe in fate, and I don't accept fate either."

If other mystics saw this, they would laugh out loud.You are a fortune teller, how can you tell fortune if you don’t believe in fortune?

However, in Shang Qing's heart, although fate is determined by the sky, man is determined to overcome the sky.He can calculate the fate of others, so he naturally hopes that the other party can defeat fate.

For example, he calculated that a three-year-old child would drown in a river ten years later.When he told the other party about this catastrophe, he naturally hoped that the other party could avoid it. Could it be that he was showing off how much he knew?

The other side of the phone replied: "But, what can I do if I don't believe in fate? I have no skills and can't escape."

Shang Qing frowned, "Where do you live, do you need help?"

Zhang Hongmei: "Master Shang, you can't help me, no one can help me."

Shang Qing: "Always try. I think, since you know me, you naturally know what I have done before. It must not be more difficult than helping you."

Zhang Hongmei hesitated for a moment, she naturally knew Shang Qing, and knew that he was a great master.

If it was him, perhaps, he could really rescue himself from this hell!

Her fingers were still trembling slightly, and she poked the screen as fast as she could, "I live in Room 11, Building 302, Xianglin Community, Dingming City. Can you, can you really help me? My husband is possessed by an evil spirit!"

Shang Qing felt relieved, it was easy to say when he knew the address, "Don't worry, just speak slowly."

Zhang Hongmei's throat was choked, holding the mobile phone as if holding the last straw, "He was possessed by an evil spirit and turned into a person I don't know,"

She uttered these half-sentences and was about to continue typing when she suddenly heard the door knocking outside!She panicked all of a sudden, why did he come back so soon?

In desperation, she stuffed her phone under the bed and was about to stand up, but the man had already entered the room.

The sound of procrastinating footsteps came in, and Zhang Hongmei's heart trembled.

He... drank.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and a muscular man walked in, followed by a strong smell of alcohol.

The man cursed inarticulately, "Smelly, stinky bitch! Where are you hiding...where are you hiding?"

Zhang Hongmei subconsciously knelt down with her head in her arms, feeling the fear in her heart reflexively, and even felt the pain in advance.

The man came over with a kick, and punched her on the back, "You fucking dare to hide? Let's see where you can hide! You fucking hide!"

Zhang Hongmei only felt a sharp pain in her back, but she could bear it. She gritted her teeth and said nothing.

The man raised his foot and kicked her upside down, like a tortoise flipping its shell. He laughed loudly and kicked her in the stomach again, "Say! Do you dare to talk to other men in the future! Sao hoof, damn it! Who are you seducing every day! Fuck, I just beat you less, and let you seduce people everywhere!"

Kicking her stomach one after another, Zhang Hongmei's mind went blank due to the pain, and there were stars in front of her eyes... Her limbs were thrashing helplessly, and she couldn't even groan in pain.

The scumbag was dissatisfied with her silence, and picked up the vase on the bedside table with one hand.The flowers in the vase have long since withered, and there is only half a pot of water left, "You...you b*tch, don't, don't talk, I'll kill you...I'll kill you bastard!"

Zhang Hongmei lay on her back, watching helplessly as the arm-long vase was aimed at her head and smashed down.

With a loud bang, the vase shattered and shattered, tiles and water stains scattered all over the floor.

The scum spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm and laughed, "Let, let you be disobedient!"

Then he fell on the bed, and the snoring sounded loudly.

The bedroom smelled of alcohol. There was a person lying on the bed and another person under the bed.

Zhang Hongmei's eyes were still open. At the last moment when the vase fell to the ground, for some reason it was deflected by two centimeters and hit right next to her head.

The shards of shards of porcelain had scratched her face, but it didn't matter anymore.She just felt that she couldn't control her whole body, and her lower abdomen was even more painful.The pain made her want to die immediately.

There was warm liquid dripping between the two% legs, she naturally knew what it was.That was the passing of a little life... Of course, it wasn't the first time.But maybe, for the last time.

Zhang Hongmei was lying on her back like a dead fish, she didn't even have the strength to thump, she could feel the blood flowing from her body, her body temperature dropped slowly, she couldn't even move her fingertips, only her mind was still under her control.

How about something?

Apologize to the unborn child.

I'm sorry baby, my mother failed to protect you, but it's a good thing not to be born in such a family. I hope you will keep your eyes open next time you reincarnate and find a harmonious and happy family...

His body was getting colder and colder, and his eyes began to turn black.Zhang Hongmei slowly closed her eyes.

On the other end of the phone, Shang Qing was still waiting for the other party's reply at first, but after more than an hour, he noticed something was wrong.How long does it take to write for more than an hour?

He calculated the address for a moment, and suddenly his face changed, no, something happened!

He immediately called You Mingchi, "Is your helicopter here?"

You Mingchi noticed that his tone was wrong, and quickly said: "The department next door has a secret mission, so the helicopter was transferred away! What happened?"

Shang Qing didn't have time to explain to him, so he hung up the phone and called You Yanshen, "Uncle, I need to rush to Dingming City immediately, can you think of a way?"

You Yanshen's face darkened, but his tone was very gentle, "Don't worry, my uncle will do whatever you want." He gestured to Special Assistant Xu while talking.Half a minute later, Assistant Xu nodded at him.

You Yanshen continued: "Is it right to go to Dingming City? Can you arrive at the airport within two hours?"

Shang Qing hurriedly said: "Yes, the sooner the better!"

You Yanshen: "Let's go to the airport, everything has been arranged."

Private jets need to reserve flight routes at least five hours in advance, but in some emergencies, some special groups of people can make temporary reservations, but the cost is a bit high.

Shang Qing naturally knew what this meant, but now he didn't even have time to say thank you, he grabbed his bag and rushed out the door.

On the way to the airport, he continued to call You Mingchi, "Rush to the airport within two hours, bring all your documents."

You Mingchi only said, "Wait."

Two hours later, Youjia's private plane took off.

At two o'clock in the morning, it landed at Dingming Airport.

At four o'clock in the morning, a house in Xianglin Community was broken into.

Shang Qing kicked open the door, and the smell of alcohol and strong blood came over his face.

When the two broke into the bedroom, they saw the man sleeping like a dead pig on the bed.Under the bed, Zhang Hongmei was lying on broken porcelain and blood, and she was in shock.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see what happened.

You Mingchi's expression changed immediately, "Fuck! If I wasn't a public official, I would fucking kill this bastard!" He immediately called an ambulance.

Shang Qing was more straightforward than him, stepped forward to lift the bed, and stuck a paper talisman on the scum's abdomen.

I saw the man who couldn't wake up after being kicked at the door, suddenly opened his eyes, covered his stomach and began to roll and cry in a half-dream, "Ah——it hurts! It hurts me to death! Ah——"

At this time, his stomach was full of chaos, like a hundred mice scratching in his abdominal cavity, the pain made him pale!

The intense fear and pain made his eyes widen, and a few words leaked out of his throat like a broken bellows: "No! Don't—ah!"

However, among those present, no one would sympathize with him.He could only endure the severe pain of his viscera being crushed, wishing he could jump off the stairs right away!But he didn't have the courage, so he could only wail loudly, "No... please let me go! Please..."

He couldn't imagine why, lying at home and sleeping soundly, suddenly disaster fell from the sky?

The sirens of ambulances and police cars sounded outside, and after a while, hurried footsteps came from the stairs.

Shang Qing snapped his fingers, and the paper talisman ignited without fire, leaving no ashes behind.

And the scum had already scratched his own flesh and blood, and the pain hadn't passed yet, and he fell on the bed with a pale face, dizzy from the pain.

Shang Qing approached his ear and whispered: "You may not believe in retribution. But I'm sorry, it's here."