I, a psychiatrist, see through fate is reasonable, right?

Wen Ying put the contract in the drawer under the table, and received a message on her mobile phone, "500 million has been credited to your XX account."

Wen Ying was planning to happily buy more fried chicken, when the text message rang again, "Your XX account has spent 400 million, and the balance is [-] million. The [-] is her own savings."

[Host don't worry, I've already contacted other systems, and I can immediately put the 400 million into the host's public welfare undertakings! 】

"Do you still have a system dedicated to public welfare?"

[Of course there is, but a [-]% commission fee is required. 】

"Your system also needs a commission?" Wen Ying was a little shocked. What kind of advanced creature invented these systems?

Could it be that he is a cosmic sales king?
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Wen Ying opened the jade box, and inside was a piece of red hijab, neatly folded.

But there was a chill.

It's just that the coldness dissipated instantly when it came into contact with Wen Ying.

Wen Ying stretched out her hand and took out the red hijab, unfolded it and looked at it.

Not to mention, this red hijab is quite exquisite, with exquisite patterns embroidered on it, it can be seen that the embroidery is very good.

That's right, Jiang Han back then was a high-ranking and powerful minister, so his wedding materials were naturally expensive and exquisite.

Most people can't afford this kind of embroidery.

The value of this red hijab itself, at that time, was more expensive than the annual rations of ordinary people.

The pattern on it is actually embroidered with a dragon and a phoenix in harmony?
Good guy!
This is premeditated!
Taking this thing out is evidence of crime, evidence of rebellion.

As we all know, the dragon represents the emperor, the queen, the most noble person, and can only be used.

And Jiang Han, although above ten thousand people, is also under one person.

It is absolutely impossible to use the pattern of dragon and phoenix to show auspiciousness. If this thing is leaked, no other evidence is needed for the conspiracy.

Only this one is enough!

It is impossible for Jiang Han to do this, and it is even more impossible for Ah Zi, so the result is obvious.

Ah Zi already knew her end when she saw the red hijab, she was unwilling but helpless.

She just wants Jiang Han to be safe.

But she didn't see Jiang Han on the wedding night, and she didn't see Jiang Han at the last moment of her life.

She was unwilling, she was resentful, and those grievances lingered for a long time, year after year, forming a powerful resentment, but it also swallowed her reason.

Wen Ying gently stroked the red hijab with her hand, and the evil spirit that was originally planning to get out of the cage disappeared little by little at this time.

"Loulan has disappeared, and all the people you wanted to avenge have turned into dust and disappeared into the dust of history. Your revenge has been avenged.

Now you can see the sun again because of Jiang Han's descendants, but you can't follow them, your evil spirit is harmful to them, understand?

Forget it, now you, what can you understand? "

Wen Ying was a little melancholy, how could she explain her irrational resentment in a few words?
Although the red hijab belongs to her now, she has even become the owner.

But for the resentment on the red hijab, it's just one more person being manipulated.

How could a hundred years of resentment just disappear?
This does not correspond to human emotion.

Wen Ying put away the red hijab, and put it casually in the drawer under the table, "You will recover one day, although I can't guarantee it, but I will work hard and try my best to help you recover."

After dealing with Jiang Zhengyi's affairs, Wen Ying took out the bag from Uncle Zhang.

The aura in her body had almost recovered, and she finally had time to plan properly.

A bright red plastic bag, after opening, there are seven or eight things in it.

Four models of pistols?
Wen Ying was a little taken aback, is this thing useful below?
What kind of world is that down there?
When the two soul bodies are facing each other, you hold a pistol and chug chug chug at the opponent's soul body?
Aren't bullets shot out of here?
Can this thing attack the soul body?

【Host!This system is really unbearable!Don't use your palm-sized head to think about the laws of another world!If it can be sent down, it will automatically become a weapon suitable for that world. What is fired is not a bullet, but an energy that can attack the soul body, understand? 】

"Although your mouth is a bit poisonous, your high-tech heart is not bad, a bit like a human being."

[Suddenly it is unclear whether the host is praising the system or scolding the system. 】

The system is like a human, what kind of adjective is this?
The system fell into deep thought.

After getting the answer from the system, Wen Ying understood.

Then the remaining things are the same. If these things reach the world below, what will that world be like?

Suddenly, some expectations, what should I do?
Bazooka?
This span is indeed a bit large. Fortunately, there are only two models of rocket launchers.

car?
Does the soul and body also need to ride a car?

tank? ? ?

A whole six tank models!
This uncle's brain hole is indeed not to be underestimated!
I didn't put any bows and arrows in it, it was all hard weapon level.

There are also a couple of knives that look like they should be sharp.

Wen Ying counted these things, thirty in total.

She got the knife and gun out, put the rest back in place, ate a plate of fried chicken, and got to work.

Unexpectedly, after drawing a pistol, Wen Ying felt that this consumed much more aura than the yellow paper.

Calculated according to this amount, she would draw these things at most in a day, and the aura in her body would be exhausted.

Wen Ying silently put the knives back into the bag.

Great, this is perfect.

"Xiaoying! Xiaoying!" Aunt Zhang ran into the clinic from the outside and looked at Wenying with a smile on her face, "Our street is holding an event, and today is the first performance! The street office hopes that we can all go and see it." , to support the development of our cultural undertakings here, Xiaoying, are you going?"

Aunt Zhang's family was holding two small stools in her hand, and obviously one of them belonged to Wen Ying.

"Uncle Zhang isn't going?"

"He still needs to look after the store. Where are you going? Go with your aunt! Look at you, you are young, you are alone in the clinic all day, and no one talks. There are a lot of activities today! Where are the young people!"

"Okay, I'll go."

Wen Ying put away her things and followed Aunt Zhang to the only square on the street.

The square is set in the center of the street, not far from the clinic, only four to five minutes away.

Sure enough, when she arrived, there were already many people under the stage in the square.

This is the first time that Wen Ying saw so many people appearing on the street after inheriting the clinic.

Zhang's aunt pulled Wen Ying and walked directly to the first row under the stage.

"Xiaoying, let's sit in the first row! The director said that you are a college student, so maybe you can interact and speak!"

Wen Ying did not refuse, and walked forward.

She saw other young people holding cameras around her.