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Chapter 510 Guess
"I'll knock on the door later, don't knock," the shop owner said, "Mr. He doesn't like anyone to come to him at night, except for people he knows very well."

The lights in the corridor of the old residential building were flickering. The shop owner led them all the way to the door of the house on the left side of the third floor and stopped. He reached out and knocked on the door, knocking four times in a row before stopping.

This knock on the door...Qiao Ci'an raised his eyebrows in surprise.

People knock on the door three times, ghosts knock four times.

This boss is obviously a human being but he knocks like a ghost. If he is not a ghost, then the person inside is a ghost.

After knocking on the door for several minutes, the sound of the doorknob turning was heard. The door was opened, and a short, pockmarked man appeared in their sight.

The man looked at the three of them with a sinister gaze, as if he was checking whether they were in danger. Yang Fan and the other two pretended to be ignorant and looked at him with some fear. Xiao Xiao even pulled Qiao Ci'an beside him with some "fear".

They look like three innocent, harmless little girls who are naive and inexperienced in the world.

He Meigong's gaze finally fell on the shop owner, "Old Wang, what do you want to talk to me about?"

His voice was extremely pleasant, in stark contrast to his face. It was as delicate and gentle as a trickle of water, and his voice carried an imperceptible power to bewitch people.

Yang Fan and the other three were absent-minded for a moment. Even the shop owner, who used to speak boldly and straightforwardly, softened his tone when he heard his voice. "Mr. He, these three girls came from other places to buy jewelry from you."

Seeing the changes in the three of them's eyes, He Meigong's eyes flashed with a hint of pride, "It's so late, I'm going to rest, I'll go to the store to buy it tomorrow."

Although he said this, his eyes were full of greed and desire as he looked at the three people.

"The three girls have to go back early tomorrow morning," the shop owner looked at Yang Fan and the others with some embarrassment, "They came to you specifically to buy jewelry."

Yang Fan said hurriedly, "Yes, Mr. He, I came all the way here just because I heard of your name. Please sell me one. I have a lot of money with me!"

He Meigong put on a difficult expression and thought for several minutes before he reluctantly agreed. He let Yang Fan and the other three enter the house, but the shop owner did not go in.

"Mr. He, I won't go in. My husband is urging me to go home quickly." said the shop owner.

"Okay, take care." He Media Public Relations closed the door.

The shop owner walked downstairs and not far away, he met two middle-aged men with plain looks.

"Brother, I want to ask you about someone." The tallest man stopped the shop owner with a silly smile.

The shop owner said proudly, "If you ask me, then you have found the right person. There is no one in this area within a hundred miles that I don't know."

"That's great!" The man's eyes lit up. "Brother, isn't there a matchmaker in your town who is very effective? We want to buy something from him. I heard that he lives nearby. Do you know where he is?"

They came to see He Meigong again, and the shop owner was about to take them upstairs without thinking, when his cell phone suddenly rang.

The loud cell phone ringtone was particularly eye-catching in the quiet night. The shop owner hurriedly took out his cell phone, and after seeing the caller ID, his expression changed slightly and he answered the call impatiently.

"Don't rush me. I'm on my way and will be home soon."

After saying this, he hung up the phone without waiting for the person on the other end to speak.

The shop owner pointed to the residential building behind and said, "It's the third floor here. The one on the left is He Meigong's house. You can go up there by yourselves. Three girls went up there just now."

When they heard that three little girls were going upstairs, their expressions suddenly changed. The light was dim and the shop owner was in a hurry to leave, so he didn't notice the sudden change in their expressions.

Upstairs, at He Meigong's house, Yang Fan and the other two stood in the living room, looking around the house curiously.

The interior decoration is in the standard style of the 1980s and 1990s, with bright incandescent lights above. The house is clean and tidy, with nothing unusual, but at the end of the corridor from the bedroom to the living room is a stone fox statue. At first glance, the fox statue is just an ordinary stone statue, but if you look closely, you will find that the fox's eyes move.

Yang Fan stared into the eyes of the fox statue, and could vaguely see sadness and pain in its eyes, as well as a cry for help.

It was asking them for help.

Xiao Xiao pulled Yang Fan's clothes and whispered, "The fox is crying."

She could feel the emotions conveyed by the statue and felt very sad.

Qiao Ci'an stared at the stone fox statue and noticed that something was wrong with it.

That was not just a stone statue of a fox, there was a real fox trapped inside.

Next to the stone fox statue is a door, and a faint red light can be seen through the gap of the door.

The door of the room opened and then closed, and He Meigong walked out, holding a plate with various jewelry on it.

Rings, earrings, necklaces, bracelets...all of different types, but the only thing in common is that they all have petal-shaped pendants, which are very beautiful.

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"These are the jewelry in the store. See which ones you like." Matchmaker He put the jewelry plate on the coffee table.

Yang Fan and the other two looked at the jewelry and could tell at a glance the witchcraft techniques on them.

"Boss, are these the only styles you have? Are there no others?" Qiao Ci'an asked.

He Meigong raised the corner of his mouth and smiled strangely, "The styles are all the same, it just depends on which one you like."

"They all have the same function. Just give them to the person you like and they will fall in love with you uncontrollably."

If anyone else heard this, they would definitely show excited expressions, but Yang Fan and the other two not only had indifferent expressions, they even showed a bit of disgust.

Their reaction made He Meigong's smile fade a little, and there was a little more scrutiny in his eyes when he looked at the three people.

"They mixed fox blood into the pendant, and then used witchcraft to make it into bewitching jewelry, helping a group of human traffickers to legally obtain partners."

Yang Fan picked up a bracelet and said slowly, "Mr. He is a very good matchmaker."

He Meigong's expression changed when she said the first word. He took two steps back and stared at the three people in a defensive posture.

"who are you?!"

Yang Fan turned his head and said with a smile, "Guess."

"The one who can see the secret of my jewelry must be someone of the same trade," He Meigong swept his cold and greedy eyes over the three people, "People of the same trade are more suitable to be my artifact spirits."

What he called the spirit of the jewelry was that the person who wore it would not only be controlled by the person and fall in love with the other person, but the luck of the person who wore the jewelry for a long time would be absorbed and turned into his nourishment.

Finally he became insane and eventually died.

The luck of people with cultivation is even greater than that of ordinary people.

He the Matchmaker looked at them, with the corners of his mouth pulled to the sides, stretching behind his ears, like a man-eating monster, extremely terrifying.