Fortune telling is so accurate, you call this psychological consultation?

Chapter 12
Jiang Xianhao frowned slightly: "Mom, can you lower your voice? This Gardenia Immortal is very famous and is really capable."

"It's famous. How come I haven't heard of it? How can you be so young at such a young age?"

"Because..." Jiang Xian wanted to say, of course, it's because you are no longer in the entertainment industry, but unfortunately she couldn't say this, so she changed her direction and changed her words to talk about the previous things,
"Lin Yan went to see this master before. The master said that she offended the villain three years ago and couldn't bear the catastrophe. It really came true. I would rather believe it than believe it. You should respect it more. I literally had nightmares for half the night."

For some reason, Jiang's mother felt a chill in the room when she heard the word Lin Yan.

After all, something happened to this house just now.

She was still a little scared.

When I bought this property for my daughter, I spent a lot of money. I chose the best location and decoration. It must have cost tens of millions.

It is taboo for something like this to happen, and it is impossible to let my daughter live there again.

If there are any rumors of being haunted, it will be difficult to find a new home.

Hearing what her daughter said, Jiang's mother wanted to take a dubious attitude and wait to see it first before talking.

A pair of eyebrows and eyes were obviously relaxed, but his mouth was still stiff: "You just trust others too easily. Our family is not short of money, so you can do whatever you want."

After saying that, Jiang's mother stood up and followed her daughter out of the room.

But did not expect ...

The entire living room fell into an eerie darkness.

The temperature is lower.

Jiang Xian shivered, and Jiang's mother looked into the darkness with a serious face and asked, "Why are you closing the curtains in broad daylight?"

When Zhibei Chu heard this, he reached out and turned on the light in the living room.

Without answering Jiang's mother's words, she calmly cast her gaze on Jiang Xianhao, with an attitude that was neither humble nor arrogant, "I've seen it. It really needs salvation. The execution site can only be set up in the living room. If you agree, find someone to move the sofa and sundries away." Carry them all away."

This means...that the nightmare she had was real.

Jiang Xian heard this and nodded almost without thinking, "Okay, I'll call the property management company to carry it out now."

Zhi Beichu pointed at Wuyou and said, "He will cooperate with me in doing the rituals. You can stay or go out for a walk if you want."

"We stay."

Jiang's mother answered first. She couldn't let these people run around in the house. Even if they were doing something, they should keep a close eye on them.

Zhibei Chu maintained the image of the original owner and nodded indifferently, "Then keep it."

She found that she enjoyed it a little bit. There was nothing wrong with imitating the temper of the original owner. She could speak as she pleased and could reduce a lot of unnecessary social sayings.

After the property management personnel vacated the living room, Wuyou asked someone to leave a table, spread a piece of cloth on it, and took out a small stove.

Light incense and candles.

He was holding a bell-like magic weapon, shaking it in his hand, and began to speak eloquently.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but every time Wuyou finishes reciting a sentence, the incense burns out visibly, much faster than usual.

Zhibeichu was wondering if there was a quality problem with the incense.

In the house with the doors and windows closed, a little wind suddenly started blowing, and the air flow was slowly moving with the scent of incense. Even the candles on the table were flickered by the blowing, and the shadows of everyone present were swaying wildly.

The next second, Zhi Beichu saw a blurry black figure in front of Xiang.

There are outlines of facial features, but the face cannot be seen clearly.

She was startled and pinched her palm tightly to restrain herself from showing any signs of strangeness.

That moment.

Everyone present felt the inexplicable wind, especially Jiang Mu and Jiang Xianhao who were standing near the table.It was obvious that a gust of cool wind passed by them, making their fingers feel cold.

They looked at each other with frightened eyes and wanted to say something, but they didn't dare in this environment, so they could only stand aside and watch quietly.

Jiang Xianhao didn't have so many worries. She walked quietly to Can Can and found that Can Can was also staring at the black shadow.

Zhibeichu understood that she was not the only one who could see it.

She picked up Can Can and whispered in its ear: "Is this Lin Yan? Why can I see her?"

She does not reject her ability to see ghosts.

But this ability came too suddenly.

In her materialistic life, where has she ever seen such a world?If you don’t have the mental preparation and endurance, you will be easily frightened, okay?

Can Guan meowed softly and said, "You can always see the spirit body from your body."

Zhi Beichu's eyes widened and his voice became lower, "Then why have I never seen it before?"

Can Guan: "There are not that many ghosts and monsters in the world, not to mention that we are usually in a Taoist temple, and the Witch Queen is in charge. How can any ghost dare to come and find us unhappy?"

Zhibei realized it for the first time.

She stood next to Can Guan, and under high pressure, she calmly accepted the fact that there were "souls" in the world.

But his eyes couldn't stop glancing at that silhouette.

Lin Yan's soul seemed to sense her gaze, and her head and body tilted at the same time.

Although she couldn't see her facial features clearly, Zhibeichu felt that Lin Yan was looking at her, and she wanted to get away from the temptation of smoking incense and come over to talk to her.

When Wuyou saw this scene, he stopped the ritual and turned to Zhi Beichu and said, "Half Immortal, she has something to say."

Zhibei Chu touched Guan Guan's fur and knew that was what he wanted to say to her.

She was a little surprised. Logically speaking, she had only met Lin Yan once. Why didn't Lin Yan talk to Jiang Xian if she had something to say?

But at the same time she was a little nervous.

In order not to show her timidity, she pulled her robe and hood lower and walked to the table.

Gu Guan reminded: "Remember to light three notes of incense before you can talk to her."

While listening, Zhi Beichu picked up three incense sticks and lit them in front of the candle.

As the incense burned, she could clearly see Lin Yan's appearance.

It's actually not scary, and the face doesn't look as miserable and eerie as in horror movies.

Lin Yan maintained her original appearance, her gentle brows and eyes a little sad.

Zhibeichu asked, "If you have anything to say, please tell me."

"Master, please help me." Lin Yan clenched her fists, as if she was crying, but there was no moisture in the corners of her eyes. "Actually, I didn't listen to you. I couldn't bear this tone. I found a middleman, but I still got anxious. My boss."

"Have you seen the public opinions on the Internet? That video was from three years ago. I did not rely on unspoken rules to get to the position. The surveillance video was not shown in full. I was led into the wrong room and I came out within a minute. ."

"When the public opinion first started, I wanted to prove my innocence. I thought of many ways. I posted an explanation, but my access was restricted by the platform. People who saw my blog scolded me and said I was quibbling. They asked me to come up with it. evidence."

"I went to the hotel again to ask for the remaining surveillance cameras. Unexpectedly, the hotel had taken illegal money and deleted all the surveillance videos. Public opinion fermented quickly. They all told me to die. I..."

Lin Yan choked up. This was also the reason why Zhibei came here.

(End of this chapter)