Chapter 121: There will be a murder in seven days

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There are three levels of charlatans.

The reputation of the first class moved heaven, and even the emperor in ancient times had to treat them with courtesy.

The second class of powerful sravakas come and go from wealthy families, and wealthy businessmen and dignitaries have to kowtow before them.

The third-class people who are famous all over the countryside can only treat ordinary people and receive some filial piety.

The remaining people who deceive and swindle are all inferior. Strictly speaking, they can only be called charlatans, not real charlatans.

I am now considered the third class. In just one month, my reputation has spread all over Jincheng, especially my reputation for being proficient in pediatric external diseases. I have a solid foothold in Jincheng. If I really want to be satisfied with the current situation, let alone wealth and wealth, I will definitely not have enough food and clothing. question.

The five old immortals of the Earthly Immortal Society are the second class.

I am preparing to advance to this level so that I can have the opportunity to get involved in the business of buying and selling lives.

Those who come to buy life and calamity are all powerful and wealthy people. It is already difficult for ordinary people to live a serious life.

If you don't advance to the second level, all your previous arrangements and plans will be in vain.

Although the five Immortal Masters of the Earthly Immortal Society are associated with different groups, generally speaking, they are either powerful, rich, or famous. They can use the power of these people at any time to create momentum. to protect yourself.

If Wu Yuchen were to provoke Wu Yuchen casually, he would not be able to steal the chicken and would still be in trouble.

But this is something Wu Yuchen needs to worry about. As a consultant, I have provided guidance on everything I can on the spot, and I don’t need to take care of the extra things.

Zhang Baoshan didn't want to stay on other people's land for too long. It was hard to tell what happened in the melon fields and plums, so he exchanged a few words with Wu Yuchen and then sent me back to my residence in a hurry.

Wu Yuchen was a little reluctant, but he couldn't force me to stay, so he wanted to send me out.

When he was turning around, he saw the hanging female body suddenly turning half a circle.

Originally she was facing the window, but this time she turned to face the door. Her eyes opened instantly, and her dark eyes stared straight at the three of us.

Wu Yuchen was so frightened that he cursed "fuck" and reached for his gun.

Zhang Baoshan was obviously a little nervous, but he didn't draw his gun. He shrank his neck and stood behind me.

I looked into the corpse's eyes.

The only thing reflected in the pupils was my figure.

interesting.

"It's okay, it's not a corpse explosion, it's a little trick. The rope hanging her is knotted with a special technique. It will automatically rotate when it is stressed to a certain extent. As for opening her eyes, it is also very simple. A needle is inserted behind her ear and her body rotates. , affects the nerves connected to the needle, causing eye muscles to twitch. If there is nothing abnormal after using a spell, how can it show the ferocity of this method? "

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief. Wu Yuchen asked for my mobile phone number, saying that he would ask me if there was anything he didn't understand later.

On the way back, I didn't say anything else. When I stopped the car at the end of the field, I said to Zhang Baoshan: "In seven days, there will definitely be a murder in Laodao District. One death is the minimum, and the death will definitely be bizarre, and the person will be killed." After his death, there will be rumors about why he was killed."

Zhang Baoshan was stunned, "Didn't you say there are no evil ghosts? Why do you say they can kill people?"

I asked back: "Are only evil ghosts capable of killing people?"

Zhang Baoshan understood, frowned and said, "Why didn't you tell Wu Laoyou?"

I spread my hands and said, "I'm not familiar with him. I'll tell him today and spread it out tomorrow. I won't have to hang out in the Jincheng warlock circle. This is a routine used by warlocks to show off their skills. If you are not famous, you will become famous. If you are famous, you will be famous." They also have to show off their skills every once in a while to consolidate their reputation. For people like me who treat external diseases, even if they continue to consult, they still have to find some difficult and complicated diseases to treat. If you can't cure it, won't you ruin your job? So the best way is to use some means to create a difficult and complicated disease, and then find someone to introduce it to the treatment, which can earn both fame and money. People like Wei Jie are famous for exorcising ghosts and nourishing spirits. Yes, what can I do? That’s why I said that I really want to get to the bottom of this matter. It’s right to contact Wei Jie. It wasn’t him who did it, it must have been done by one of his subordinates.”

Zhang Baoshan asked: "Wei Jie can really control ghosts?"

I smiled and said: "Captain Zhang, this is not the first time you have asked me. I still say the same thing, I have never seen ghosts in reality, and I don't have the ability. If you want to ask me if Wei Jie can do it, I can only say no. Sorry. But if he can become famous by this, he must have some real methods, at least he can really take people's lives by this method."

Zhang Baoshan sighed heavily and said, "I have to tell Lao Bao about this matter. If he says he doesn't care, then I don't care either."

I said, "Actually, it doesn't matter. Anyone who can force an honest and responsible young girl to sacrifice her life for revenge is not a good person, and she deserves to die."

Zhang Baoshan said helplessly: "You can say this, but I can't. In peacetime and in a society ruled by law, lynching and revenge are not tolerated. What's more, this girl is on a dead end. Who dares to say that there is no reason for the temptation of the warlock?"

This is Zhang Baoshan's dilemma.

He is a public servant and has his own restrictions. He cannot be as careless as I am, and his professional dignity does not allow it.

The afternoon was leisurely.

I lay on the lounge chair by the window and basked in the sun and listened to Wang Jie's songs all afternoon.

When it was dark, Feng Juan came, her face red from the cold, carrying a large bag of winter dates in her hand.

"When I was passing by Guangcheng, there was someone selling it on the platform. I didn't see any for sale in Jincheng, so I bought ten kilograms to eat fresh. It tastes very good, crispy and sweet. I'll wash some for you to try. …”

Now that you are looking beautiful, what kind of dates should you eat?

I simply carried her into the bedroom.

She was wearing a little less, and her whole body was cold, except for one place that was warm.

Soft, cool and sweet, with a special taste.

But after just a few moments, it got hot.

It’s really amazing to know the taste and gentleness of eating marrow. I’m a little obsessed with this feeling.

After her desire was fully released, Feng Juan nestled in my arms for a while, then got up to get dressed and leave.

I didn't say anything, just looked at her silently.

It is also a kind of enjoyment to admire beautiful women wearing clothes.

After she finished getting dressed, she sat back on the bed, blinked at me, and asked, "Why didn't you ask me why I didn't stay?"

I smiled and did not answer her question. I took out a paper figurine and handed it to her, "Keep it away. If anything bad happens at home, just tear it up."

Feng Juan took it and didn't put it in her pocket, but carefully stuffed it into her bra. She came over and kissed me on the face. Without saying a word, she got up and left.

I got up and did my evening classes before going to bed.

Before going to bed, I replaced three sticks on the incense burner on the bedroom window sill, grabbed a handful of incense ash and sprinkled it around the window.

Tang Jing's family's Dingsha formation was very orthodox, but Tang Jing seemed to have some differences with the sorcerer who set up the formation.

I slept until midnight and felt a biting chill.

I opened my eyes.

In the gray smoke that filled the bedroom, there was a red figure, with hair covering his face, standing at the head of the bed, reaching out to me.