Fortune Teller Master

Lin Qingyin took out the wet wipes in her bag, wiped her hands, and said: “He is push in a pit, let him eat two newly born pangolin cubs, and then used evil methods to hang the souls of the two pangolin cubs on his calf.”

Recalling the scene she had just watched, Lin Qingyin was very sympathetic to the two pangolin cubs: “The cubs died before they could open their eyes, smelling their scent on him, they hugged his legs tightly, almost merging with his calves. I removed those two little cubs, but there are still a lot of yin energy left on his legs, so I put these two talismans for him. Aside from letting this talisman stay for7 days, you should go outside and stay under the sun for a short while to help remove the yin energy.”

Looking at Wei Xun’s evasive eyes, Lin Qingyin curled her lips: “This evil method is not as simple as paralyzing you. It is equivalent to killing you. You have to sacrifice your lifespan to pay for killing those two cubs.”

Wei Xun’s face changed when he heard that he might be short-lived because of this. Wei Yucheng was even angrier. He walked around the room twice and found a feather duster, then rushed over and hit Wei Xun in the face: “I let you eat everything so that you won’t be greedy. Did the family starve you to death or what? Don’t you still want to say who brought you there to eat? If you dare to continue hiding it, I will break your leg directly. It also saves me worrying about you all day long.”

Shang Jinghua looked at the red talisman on Wei Xun’s body. Although he also thought that his friend teaching his son a lesson like this was good, he still persuaded him. He also persuaded Wei Xun: “Those people are trying to harm you. They wanted to kill you. You escaped this time, but what about next time? This time you were lucky enough to be rescued by the little master, but next time, you may not have such good luck. So why are you keeping your mouth shut for them?”

He didn’t stop Wei Yucheng after saying those words. But when he released Wei Yucheng, he attacked Wei Xun again. Seeing that the fight was almost done, Shang Jinghua completely stopped Wei Yucheng: “The little master is our Qi City’s best fortune telling master. She must have figured out what happened long ago. It’s just that Wei Xun is trying to protect people, by all means, the little master doesn’t like meddling too much.”

Wei Yucheng gasped for breath and wiped off the sweat on his face, then glared at Wei Xun before turning around to plead with Lin Qingyin: “I ask the little master to do divination.”

At this moment, Old Mister Wei, who had been irritated with the noise in the house, came in with a cane. As soon as he entered the house, he saw that Wei Xun was smeared with red blood marks. He suddenly was furious: “Who did it?” He glanced at Lin Qingyin suspiciously, then turned his head and scolded Wei Yucheng: “You, don’t tell me you believe in the kind of thing, tying up people and beating them to exorcise evil spirits? I’m telling you, anyone who can come up with such an idea has no conscience. They are liars! Why don’t you try it? Try to beat yourself with a stick and tell me if it doesn’t hurt?”

Wei Yucheng was afraid of making the old man angry, so he quickly helped him and explained: “Dad, it’s not like that. Master Lin cured Xiao Xun’s legs, but Master Lin also said that this kid is being pitted by someone. However, Xiao Xun stubbornly refused to tell who that person is, so I beat him.”

After hearing this, Old Mister Wei calmed down. He walked to the bed with a cane, wanting to poke Wei Xun in the leg with the cane. Wei Xun thought that he was going to be beaten again, so he hurriedly avoided it and ran into the bed, rolling and crawling.

Looking at his grandson’s flexible legs, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief, walked over, and cupped his hands to Lin Qingyin: “Just now, I was wrong to blame the master.”