After the rebirth of the metaphysics master, he exploded into the wealthy circle

"Can I get out of here?"

Liu Wenwen couldn't believe her ears. She was trapped here for five years. During these five years, no matter how strong her strength became, every time she wanted to leave here, as long as she took an inch, She will feel the burning pain like the karmic fire of hell, and her strength will also weaken accordingly. After trying countless times, she can only choose to give up and continue to be trapped here as a ground-bound spirit, waiting for the day God has eyes, let that dead man who suffered a thousand knives set foot here, or the formation suddenly fails, to avenge himself.

Now that An Yiran said that she could set her free, how could Liu Wenwen not be excited?

"I said yes, yes, don't use a questioning tone." An Yiran's face was filled with a confident smile, not because she was conceited, but because it was the truth.

This formation was researched by her, and now the opponent's formation is completely copied from her earliest manuscript, without even a little improvement, it's just a dream to try to stump her!

An Yiran did as she said, under the gaze of the two of them and a ghost, she kept moving some of the decorations of the villa, and then searched for a lot of talismans from every corner. Finally, her eyes fell on There at the gate.

An Yiran's gaze was fixed on the potted fortune tree standing in the corner at the door. This tree was already as tall as a person, with luxuriant branches and leaves. The dark green leaves were huddled together, looking full of vitality.

"Is there something wrong with this money tree?"

Seeing An Yiran staring at the rich tree and sneering, Lu Siying walked over and asked softly.

"It's not just a problem?" An Yiran sneered, rolled up his sleeves and bent down, directly hugging the potted flower with a little force.

Just when Lu Siying and Yang Ye were surprised that she was as strong as a cow, An Yiran directly threw the flower pot in his arms to the ground, and with a muffled sound of "pop", the flower pot shattered, and a strong The disgusting smell of blood filled the entire living room.

An Yiran and Lu Siwei are the closest to this rich tree, and when they suddenly smelled this smell, Lu Siwei subconsciously took a step back, seeing that An Yiran's face remained unchanged, his manly self-esteem suddenly rose Suppressing the discomfort in his stomach, he still stood where he was, but the furrowed brows and clenched fists all showed how uncomfortable he was at the moment.

As for Yang Ye...

Although he was far away, An Yiran and Lu Siying couldn't bear it, so he turned his head to the side and retched, and it took him a while to recover.

"Master An, you still touch such a disgusting thing?"

Yang Ye covered his mouth and nose, seeing An Yiran squatting down and constantly pawing the dirt on the ground, couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked.

"If I don't touch it, you won't be the only one who is unlucky. Since I decided to make a move, do I have to leave a tail?"

While An Yiran was speaking, she had nimbly pulled out an oiled paper bag from the soil.

When I opened it, there was a piece of blood-red talisman inside, even a layman could tell that it was not auspicious.

In addition, there is a piece of paper inside.

An Yiran handed the piece of paper to Lu Siwei: "Mr. Lu, come and see, is there any birth date of Mr. Yang in it?"

"Hey, let me see for myself..." That's fine.

Yang Ye's words stopped abruptly before he could speak, and he looked at Lu Siying with disbelief.

His clean freak uncle actually took that piece of paper?

Lu Siying did have a serious cleanliness obsession. If it were any other time, even if he wanted to compete with someone, he wouldn't be so stupid as to let himself touch disgusting things just to win his breath.

But since it was related to Yang Ye, especially since he had begun to believe in An Yiran, he endured the psychological and physical discomfort and took the paper.

Even a little girl can bear it in order to save others. As an uncle, can't he face the difficulties?

The birthdates of four people were written on that piece of paper, and he recognized the birthdates of Yang Ye, who was ranked third, at a glance.

Because it is different from the other three, Yang Ye's birth date has been accentuated, which is particularly eye-catching.

"The horoscope on the third line belongs to Yang Ye."

"My birthday horoscope, why does it appear here?"

Hearing Lu Siying's words, Yang Ye was stunned in a daze, his eyes widened, and he shivered in disbelief.

As a public figure, there are many people who may fake their birth date. Even if it is true, they only know the date of birth. As for when they were born on that day, few people exposed.

"Silly."

"Huh?" Yang Ye came back to his senses and looked at Lu Siying, "My horoscope will appear here, which further confirms the fact that I was framed by someone. I am a law-abiding person and will not think of harming others." Others, of course, won't provoke anyone. If they want to harm me, I can't guard against it. I will wonder if this is normal? It's obviously a normal person's reaction, I...how can I be stupid..."

The more Yang Ye said, the less confident he was. Aside from this factor, compared to his uncle with a super high IQ, even if he is a top student who graduated from the Imperial Capital School of Finance and Economics, his IQ is hard to match. Using Lu Siwei as a reference to describe He is stupid, and he seems to have nothing wrong with him.

"Yang Ye, are you sure your reaction is normal?"

An Yiran looked at Yang Ye with a funny face: "Since it has been said that someone deliberately harmed you, it is not surprising that there will be your birth date here, after all, they will punish you to death, even if they use a substitute He made you bear the burden of his cause and effect, but he still added the icing on the cake, for fear that you would not die. If you are smarter like this Mr. Lu, shouldn't you think that someone will know your birth date? "

Yang Ye was speechless by An Yiran's words. When he looked at Lu Siwei, he met the other party's eyes of hatred.

It was a pain in his heart.

Why does he think that someone who can keep up with An Yiran's brain circuit is just like his uncle Lu Siying's IQ?

Obviously his reaction just now was called a normal reaction, but in the eyes of two people who thought faster than others, it became abnormal, and he was stupid.

If it was someone else in front of him, Yang Ye would definitely argue for his own IQ and honor, but in front of him was someone who could save him, and the other was his uncle, so he could only choose to swallow his anger.

"Miss An, what is that piece of talisman paper used for? Take people's lives directly?"

Lu Siying turned his gaze back to the blood-red talisman, and asked, "Mystery, can it really take people's lives invisible?"

In this way, if a celestial master wants to kill someone, can he not bear the legal responsibility?

Lu Si's roots are upright, he abides by laws and regulations, and has always been fair and upright in the world. Now that he saw ghosts, if he just had his three views shattered, then now that he sees someone who can use mysterious techniques to kill people without taking corresponding responsibilities, he feels in his heart Indescribably depressed.

Mystic arts, should they really exist?

"Mr. Lu, there is cause and effect in this world. What shouldn't exist will disappear sooner or later. What already exists naturally has its own value."

An Yiran could roughly guess what Lu Siwei was thinking: "Everything has both good and bad sides. For example, a virus can make us sick, but sometimes we still need to inject the virus for prevention. It's like Xuanshu, if someone has bad intentions, will naturally become a harmful existence, but not everyone is that kind of person. Sometimes, Xuanshu can also become an existence of justice."

While talking, An Yiran pinched the formula to disperse the evil energy on the talisman paper: "This talisman is called Zhaosha Sangmen talisman, and the three birthday characters written on the other piece of paper will make people feel happy." Its owner was unlucky for a while after being contaminated with the yin energy here. Only Mr. Yang's horoscope was written with blood, and the influence on him was even more sinister. It can be said that if Ms. Liu did not kill Mr. Yang, But as long as he stays here for two days, he will die. In addition, there is a sub-talisman, which will transfer all the good luck of Mr. Yang and the four of them to the caster."

"So cruel?"

"Well, it's really ruthless." An Yiran nodded, "It's an indisputable fact that the other party wants to kill Mr. Yang. It's just for the simplicity of wanting to win luck, and it is more likely that once Mr. Yang dies in an accident, someone will investigate the matter to the end. But if at the same time, not only Mr. Yang is targeted, then most people In my heart, I can only sigh, Mr. Yang is more unlucky than everyone else."

While speaking, An Yiran had already removed most of the evil spirit on the blood-red charm, but she didn't remove all of it, but just stopped there.

"Mr. Yang, I didn't expect anyone to know your birth date?"

"My family knows the birth date horoscope best, but I don't believe my family will harm me."

"Oh?" An Yiran looked at him with a half-smile, "According to this, are you sure you haven't told anyone else?"

"I..." Yang Ye was a little uncertain for a moment.

"Take other things from you, or let you eat things that are stained with other people's blood, it is not difficult to do this kind of thing, but if you are very sure that you have not told other people about your birthday, you might as well Think about it, has anyone ever hinted that you want to know? Or..." An Yiran pulled the piece of paper with the date of birth out of Lu Siwei's hand, walked up to Yang Ye and handed it In the past, "Look at the writing on it, doesn't it look familiar?"

No matter it was the paper or An Yiran's body, there was a disgusting smell of blood, but this time Yang Ye did not dodge, but took the paper holding his breath.

Seeing the words on it, his face darkened immediately.

He is too familiar with this handwriting!