The master of metaphysics refreshes the daily life of Novice Village

Chapter 238 Come to the door

The aura around Tan Yi returned to peace, and the luck affected by the imp was temporarily restored. However, after being exposed to it for a few months, it was difficult for the life span that was sucked away to return.

Seeing her put down her tea cup, Kong Qianyu stood up and said, "Let's go."

"Huh? What are you going to do?"

"Someone gave you such a big gift. It's unreasonable not to repay it. Please lead the way." Tan Yi called himself, which meant that he had met the owner of the kid. Without further ado, such a destructive thing should still be done. It should be removed sooner.

Mainly, Kong Qianyu doesn't want to be Tan Yi's nanny all the time. She doesn't have that much free time.

"You said our boss, although the business is not big, the company's profits are good. The annual income is not a problem. The net profit is more than 30 points, which is quite top-notch. Does he raise a kid?" Tan Yi has been thinking. It doesn't make sense, I can't live a good life, is my brain flooded?

"Otherwise, why do you think his company can thrive in such a bad economic environment?"

He absorbs the life span of others not for himself, but for the company's Feng Shui formation.

Today, while having nothing to do in the Taoist temple, Kong Qianyu asked Tan Yi's birth date and fortune telling, and finally understood why she was being targeted by the kid.

Tan Yi's fate is very average in other aspects. In her life, she was gentle in her early years, noble in her middle years, and worked hard in her later years, so she could have a good death.

In fact, to put it bluntly, if ordinary people can get such a fate, even if they live a good life, there are some twists and turns in life, but they also have some blessings. At least in terms of her son being filial, it goes without saying that he is already better than most people.

After careful deduction, Kong Qianyu discovered an interesting thing, that is, her destiny was to have the luck of being an assistant.

In a feudal society, to put it in layman's terms, if she could be an official, the bigger the official position, the more assistive she would be to the emperor, and she would be able to ensure the short-term peace of the country and the people, and be a real assistant.

But in modern society, these roles have been downplayed to almost non-existence. Tan Yi still has a certain auspiciousness. Let's put it this way, if Meng Shangqi hadn't committed suicide himself, just because he later married Tan Yi, As long as he manages the Meng Group carefully, it will never fail, and there will be no need for those messy evil methods.

Unfortunately, that little bit of auspiciousness cannot resolve the cause and effect caused by human life.

This company is now so smooth that it's strangely smooth. I'm afraid Ma Chengfeng has a lot of hands and feet involved in it.

"Has any employees in your company died or become disabled in the past year?"

Tan Yi tightened his grip on the steering wheel: "Yes."

Not only that, there’s more than one!

When she made the year-end report, she could see the company's financial data. One of the expenses, compensation for employees who were disabled or died, could be found in the current accounts.

The company pays a full amount of five insurances and one fund, so these people all have a sum of money from social security. The company not only pays the compensation in full on time, but Mr. Ma also specifically asked that in addition to salary, an additional compensation be given. , which can be regarded as the company’s care for its employees.

For this reason, Mr. Ma's reputation in the company has always been good. After all, to capitalists, employees are nothing more than breathing means of production. It is worthy of them not to withhold wages.

A few months were enough for Tan Yidong to hear a lot of gossip, and he knew very well that these people either had various accidents on their way to and from get off work, or died of sudden illness at work, and had nothing to do with the unit. It doesn't have much to do with it, and it's still covered by work-related injury insurance, so the company doesn't need to spend any extra money at all.

At that time, she lamented that her boss was affectionate, but now that she knew there might be something else going on, her views were shattered, and so was her filter. Tan Yi was waiting for Kong Qianyu's next words, but Kong Qianyu seemed to have no intention of saying more. He leaned on the passenger seat and closed his eyes to rest.

The car drove smoothly to a certain villa area. When she arrived at the entrance, she was worried about the reason for getting in.

The well-secured wealthy area was subject to strict checks in the middle of the night. It was not easy for her to enter without legitimate reasons and without the owner's consent.

Kong Qianyu didn't even open his eyes. He waved his hand, and the stopper lifted automatically. Tan Yi stepped on the accelerator without hesitation, and the car drove in.

Someone from the security booth soon came out to check, muttering: "Why are you lifting the pole without a car? Is the system broken?"

How to go next? Tan Yi was a little hesitant. She had only been to Mr. Ma's house once, but she still followed the financial director to come to the leader for a signature. She drove and waited outside without even entering. Now there are only low yellow lights emitting a faint yellow light all around, and the winding paths all look the same.

"Go left. Go straight to the end." The yin energy on the left is stronger, and the kid wants to eat and drink enough to regain his strength.

It is an advantage for her. Raising a ghost is actually imprisoning the ghost of a child who died normally. The younger the ghost is, the more powerful it will be after being raised. If possible, it is best to have a blood relationship with the owner, be able to communicate with the soul, and use fingers like an arm. .

Of course, danger and opportunity are always directly proportional. An imp is like a child, moody and extremely jealous. If one day the imp becomes more and more powerful, uncontrollable, and backfires on its owner, the result will definitely be the life of the owner. No guarantee.

Therefore, once these evil things are removed, the merit points she can obtain are no less than saving people.

Ma Chengfeng, who had finally comforted his little ancestor and was about to rest, was woken up by the kid again. This time, instead of crying, he curled up into his arms shivering.

Nima, in the twelfth lunar month, even if the floor heaters on the upper and lower floors of his house are turned on and it is as warm as spring, it does not mean that he will want to hug a lump of ice!

The kid probably didn't know how cold it was. With a sudden move, Ma Chengfeng threw the kid out like a conditioned reflex, not even noticing that the kid was scared.

As for what the kid is afraid of? Such a spiritual little thing naturally knew that Kong Qianyu was coming and that he was no longer her opponent.

If it weren't for the contract with its master, it couldn't go too far. It would have fled like other ghosts, and it wouldn't be huddled in a corner, staring with big frightened eyes.

"This is it." Tan Yi saw a pair of nondescript stone lions in front of the door. The last time she came, she took a few more glances. Without it, the front yard of a purely European-style villa, with no flowers or grass, and a pair of stone lions placed bare, would be impressive to anyone who sees it.

After Kong Qianyu got out of the car, he kicked one at a time, and the two lions fell to the ground with a crash, and they all split open, revealing the small rag packages inside.

A corner of the package was slowly scratched off, and the little finger bone belonging to the baby looked particularly pale in the light of the door light.

Tan Yi covered his mouth, eyes filled with disbelief.

The ghost cries in the house became clearer and clearer, mixed with Ma Chengfeng's screams. Kong Qianyu deliberately waited for five more minutes before pushing the door open and entering.

Ma Chengfeng had fallen into a pool of blood. The kid he had raised so carefully was lying on top of him, ruthlessly tearing at his flesh and blood.

(End of this chapter)