Fortune-telling and ghost-catching are too cruel, I’m being targeted by the country

Fu Jiuqing waved the jade jade in his hand and placed it in Zhan Lingqing's cupped hand.

Just when Zhan Lingqing thought she finally got her beloved thing back, the jade jade stepped through her palm and fell down at a very fast speed.

Just when Bu Yao was about to fall onto the carpet, Fu Jiuqing raised his toes lightly and touched Bu Yao's phoenix wings.

Supported by the divine power under her feet, Bu Yao fell into Fu Jiuqing's palm again.

She pinched one end of the Bu Yao and stared at Zhan Lingqing coldly: "Did you know that this Bu Yao is made of multicolored stones?"

"I don't know!" Zhan Lingqing's expression was distorted, and he went straight to grab Bu Yao.

Fu Jiuqing held Bu Yao's hand and remained motionless, just watching her take it quietly.

Zhan Lingqing's hand, filled with a cold and ghostly aura, once again passed through the exquisite steps.

She still couldn't touch the jewelry that had possessed her for thousands of years.

Not only that, this time, a force popped up from Bu Yao's jade phoenix.

Containing powerful divine power that could destroy the heaven and earth, it swept towards Zhan Lingqing and made her kneel at Fu Jiuqing's feet in shock.

This sudden change caused a look of surprise on Fu Jiuqing's face.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the Bu Yao in her hand, then glanced at the Book of Life and Death in her other hand.

In the lower left corner of the Book of Life and Death, there is an ancient pattern.

The pattern, which is neither big nor small, is exactly the same as the jade jade step in Fu Jiuqing's hand.

Fu Jiuqing stared deeply at Zhan Lingqing, who was kneeling at his feet with a painful expression.

She said in an unhurried voice: "This step is made from colorful stones from ancient times, and for unknown reasons it ended up in the world.

I don't care whether it is a token of love given to you by the Emperor of Humanity, or a magic weapon that has followed you for thousands of years and nourishes your soul. Now it is no longer yours. "

Zhan Lingqing was kneeling on the ground with her head lowered and her hair disheveled, making it difficult to see her facial expression clearly.

Fu Jiuqing rotated the Bu Yao on his fingertips and added in a low voice: "If I guessed correctly, this Bu Yao should belong to me."

These words made Zhan Lingqing, who was kneeling on the ground, shake uncontrollably.

Fu Jiuqing looked at the pattern on the graduate student's notebook and didn't notice anything strange about her.

The Book of Life and Death has been controlled by the Lord of the Underworld for nearly ten thousand years, and no one has touched it except Fu Jiayou.

Fu Jiuqing confirmed that the pattern on it was definitely not made by his younger brother.

She could faintly see some of her own handwriting in the raw painting.

As for saying that Bu Yao belongs to her, it is because this Bu Yao gives her a very intimate feeling.

Just like a long time ago, she cherished it very much and had a strong sense of destiny.

Suddenly, an overwhelming pressure quickly covered the entire VIP room.

Sensing the familiar cold aura of the underworld, a look of astonishment appeared in Fu Jiuqing's eyes.

She raised her eyes and looked around, and found that the Qin family guards and the staff led by the person in charge had all left at some point.

Qin Baichen sat alone on the sofa, looking down at the tablet in his hand, looking frozen.

Looking at Zhan Lingqing at his feet, he was also motionless.

"Qingqing—"

Fujunlan's gorgeous and gentle voice, like the sounds of nature, came from behind.

He helped Jiuqing turn around and stared at the beautiful brother not far away with his cold eyes.

Her red lips curled up in a meaningful arc, and she asked in a joking voice: "Brother, you haven't gone back yet?"

While speaking, Fu Jiuqing also deliberately raised the Bu Yao in his hand and played with it carelessly.

Fu Junlan opened her long legs and walked forward steadily.

He took the walking stick from Fu Jiuqing's hand, and the smile on his lips spread: "You girl has always been sharp."

Fu Jiuqing had a look on his face that was indeed true.

She raised her chin slightly: "Tell me, what are you hiding from me?"

Fu Junlan's long and narrow eyes were raised at the end, and her deep evil red eyes showed helplessness.

Just listen to him sighing softly: "This Bu Yao is your beloved thing, but one day you don't like it anymore, so you throw it into the mortal world. After a thousand years, it returned to its original owner again."

A few words of understatement, said without any emotion.

It seems like this is just a small thing.

Fu Jiuqing stared at the Bu Yao in his hand and murmured softly: "No wonder I feel familiar with it, but why don't I remember it?"

She searched through the memories in her mind and found no memory of this step.

Fu Junlan squeezed Bu Yao's hand tightly and looked at the confusion on her sister's face.

He didn't hide it, and said bluntly: "Maybe it's because the memory it brought you was too bad, and you chose to forget it. If you want to get your memory back, you can go to your father to get it back at any time."

This move was about retreating into advancement, but Fu Jiuqing didn't notice it.

The tips of her brows furrowed slightly, and her delicate and cold face was full of contemplation.

After a long silence, Fu Jiuqing shook his head and refused: "Let's forget it. If it is a memory that I voluntarily give up, it must be a decision made after careful consideration."

Gods have infinite vitality and have memories from the moment they are born.

Fu Jiuqing didn't take it to heart about the part that was missing from ten thousand years of memory.

She knows herself well and will never regret anything she has done.

Things that can be discarded are useless, so why bother adding to troubles.

As for the summons I sensed before, as well as the inexplicable and strange sad emotions.

Fu Jiuqing concluded that Bu Yao had been living in the human world for too long and was contaminated by mundane things, which made her, as the master, feel it.

Fu Junlan saw all the expressions on her face, and a gentle smile bloomed on her handsome and enchanting face.

He suggested aloud: "Over the years, this step has passed through the hands of countless people, and many people's memories remain on it. Can I help you take it back to the underworld?"

Fu Jiuqing stared at the phoenix on the step and the colorful jade beads hanging down.

She pursed her lips and smiled softly: "I think it's quite pleasing to the eye now, let's play with it for a few days."

"That's fine." Fu Junlan, the sister-in-law, naturally indulged her: "You don't have enough divine power now. I'll help you clear away the messy aura on it."

Fu Jiuqing nodded: "Yes."

After she nodded, Fu Junlan's whole body shone with golden light, and her sleeves embroidered with Bianhua flowers were blown to her forearms by the cold wind.

The hand he held Bu Yao was wrapped in condensed golden light.

Fu Jiuqing witnessed with his own eyes that on Bu Yao, the aura of the mortal world that had been lingering for thousands of years was cleared away and turned into thousands of black threads and dissipated in the air.

After a while, the sacred light around Fu Junlan dissipated.

He took a step forward and personally put the Bu Yao on Fu Jiuqing's head.

No one noticed that Fu Junlan held Bu Yao's hand and it trembled violently for a moment.

From an angle that Fu Jiuqing couldn't see, his deep and cold eyes were filled with distress.

Fu Junlan put the steps firmly on her black hair, took a step back, and praised with a smile on her face: "Qingqing is so beautiful, she is the most beautiful one in our family."

"Our family is all good-looking, but the most beautiful ones are my mother and my eldest brother."

Fu Jiuqing narrowed his eyes and smiled as brightly as a child.