Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

The big taboo when hiring a pen fairy is that the pen must not extend beyond the paper. Even if they change the pen into a coin, they must abide by this rule. Otherwise, the lighter person will be possessed by the pen fairy, and the worst case will lose their life.

Zheng Jiapeng was shocked and quickly urged: "Say the spell to send me away quickly! Say it quickly!"

"Bixian Bixian, you are my previous life, I am..."

"what!!!!"

Before he finished reciting the spell, a gust of wind suddenly blew outside the window, knocking the papers and coins to the ground, and several people fell to the ground.

And Zheng Jiapeng's body suddenly flew into the air. He seemed to be choked by someone, and his face gradually turned purple.

The three people were all frightened. They were playing Bixian in a joking manner, but they saw such a strange scene with their own eyes!

Zheng Jiapeng squeezed the invisible hands around his neck, his legs kicked involuntarily, and he looked at the three of them pleadingly: "Help...help...help me..."

At the critical moment, Shao Zhijie had an idea and threw the Jade Guanyin he took off. The Jade Guanyin was bounced in front of Zheng Jiapeng, and then Zheng Jiapeng fell straight down!

Jin Boxuan quickly went up to help him up, and Xue Rui asked in a panic: "Brother Peng, what should we do now..."

Zheng Jiapeng coughed a few times, pointed to the table, and said: "Burn it, burn that piece of paper...throw the coins into a crowded place."

Xue Rui took out the lighter he carried with him and threw the paper on the ground. After burning it, he stepped on it a few times.

He turned to Shao Zhijie and said, "Zhijie, get a broom and sweep this ashes into the toilet!"

"Okay." Shao Zhijie responded in a muffled voice.

"We must not spread the word about what happened today! Heaven knows and earth knows, you know and I know. Now let's all go home quickly, take a shower, and get rid of bad luck!" Zheng Jiapeng instructed.

"I got it, Brother Peng." Jin Boxuan put the coin in his pocket, and when passing by the school gymnasium, he threw the coin in as if by accident.

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Chu Yao stared at the investigation report in front of him and said, "Then, they all died, except Zheng Jiapeng?"

"Yes, and one person dies every seven days. First of all, it was Xue Rui. Three weeks ago, when they were in Chinese class, he spontaneously combusted for no apparent reason. But the police investigated and found that there were no flammable substances on his body or near his seat. "

Ling Feng pointed to Jin Boxuan's photo and said, "He died in the strangest way. He was frozen to death in the school gymnasium. The room temperature in the gymnasium that day was 26 degrees, but he had multiple frostbites on his body. The last one was Shao Zhijie, we Four days ago, an investigator was sent to the school, and he told us about the invitation to the pen fairy. He asked the Secret Service to protect him, but he couldn't follow him when he went to the toilet, and he drowned in the toilet. .”

"Is there any other evidence that they invited Bixian?" Chu Yao lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the faces of these four people, they were not good people, and they could not have just provoked Bixian.

"According to the students on duty in their class that day, they did stay in the class, but it was unclear what they did. The school's surveillance would be turned off after school, so no video was left. Coins were found in the gymnasium. But we found dozens of them in total, and they have a coin-operated vending machine in the gymnasium, so students always carry a few coins with them."

"So, there is no evidence to prove that they invited Bixian?" Chu Yao pondered for a while and asked, "What does Zheng Jiapeng say? He also thinks that this matter is related to inviting Bixian?"

"After Jin Boxuan's accident, he took a long leave from school, and refused the protection of the Secret Service and refused to accept the investigation." Ling Feng spread his hands and said sarcastically, "As a result, his death is coming soon, and his family is They started to panic, so they spent 100 million to save their son."

Zheng Jiapeng's family was quite powerful, and his parents specially hired several famous Feng Shui masters in the imperial capital to protect Zheng Jiapeng personally.

However, just a day ago, the three masters were scared away, saying that the ghosts Zheng Jiapeng encountered were extremely dangerous. After sucking three human lives in a row, the Yin Qi increased even more. Their magic power was shallow, so the Zheng family should hire another master.

At this point, Ling Feng was also a little puzzled as to why Chu Yao would take on such a difficult task. He asked, "Are you short of money?"

"That's not true." Chu Yao twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly and glanced at the bracelet on his wrist.

It all started this morning when she received a property transfer document.

Although most of He Peilan's husband's inheritance was confiscated, she inherited the billions of property left by her parents. She divided the property into three equal parts. One part was donated, one part was given to Lu Xuan, and the other part was given to Lu Xuan. It was transferred to Chu Yao, and then she shaved her head and became a monk in a temple in the imperial capital.

Chu Yao signed the document, called the charitable foundation she established, and donated the property to children in remote mountainous areas.

After doing this, Chu Yao suddenly felt a weight on his legs, a furry head came up to him, and he called out a few times in grievance.

"Are you hungry again?" Chu Yao looked at the little black dumpling on his lap suspiciously, "Have you absorbed all the evil energy in Haohao's body?"

The black cat nodded obediently.

"How about I buy you some cat food or goat milk powder in the supermarket?" Chu Yao felt that it was a mistake to adopt this cat.

The black cat shook its head like a rattle and kept making coquettish sounds.

In desperation, Chu Yao had no choice but to open the Secret Service's webpage. After careful screening, only the eighth-level mission posted by Zheng Jiapeng's parents barely caught her eye.

After all, there are three lives involved here. The more ferocious the ghost, the more evil energy it has. It is best to let the black cat eat enough at once to prevent it from annoying you all the time.

According to the death pattern of the first three people, the ghost will kill one person every seven days. Tomorrow is the day of Zheng Jiapeng's death.

Without further ado, after understanding the situation, Chu Yao got up and left the Secret Service and came to the villa where Zheng Jiapeng lived.

"You...are you Miss Chu from the Special Intelligence Bureau?" Zheng's mother looked at Chu Yao suspiciously. How could this little girl even join the Special Intelligence Bureau at such a young age?

"Exactly, my name is Chu Yao." Chu Yao smiled and let her look at him leisurely.

"The Secret Service really doesn't take our Zheng family seriously, so they sent a little girl here!" Zheng's father complained angrily.

"Hey, please stop saying a few words. Is it possible that you can invite other masters?" Mother Zheng quickly pulled him and said in a low voice.

As soon as Chu Yao entered the door, he smelled a strong smell of incense ash.

I don’t know where the Feng Shui master from the Zheng family came from. The huge Zheng family had an incense burner within a few steps, and they even covered the Zheng family’s house with talismans. However, the ones that could really ward off evil spirits were There is no one.

Mother Zheng looked at Chu Yao with empty hands and asked worriedly: "Miss Chu, those two ghosts are likely to come tonight. You... what magical weapons do you use?"

"Two? How did you know they were two ghosts?" Chu Yao raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.