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

The noble lady walked out of the room first. The other people sitting seemed to know Master Ximen. If he didn't get up, no one dared to move. They all nailed themselves to their seats.

Chu Yao didn't like him. As soon as she stood up and took two steps, Master Ximen coughed heavily again.

Chu Yao stopped, and Master Ximen, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were like a pool of calm stagnant water. The person sitting directly in front of him quickly lowered his head, not daring to look directly at him.

"Little girl, didn't your master teach you what order is?" Master Ximen said. He was not good at Mandarin and spoke with a strange accent.

Chu Yao smiled and said, "My master has only taught me to treat illness when it is there, so as not to turn it into an incurable disease."

Her words were a mockery of Master Ximen's coughing. Master Ximen's face turned red with anger and he actually smashed the armrests of the chair to pieces.

"This...Master Ximen, right?" Chu Yao said slowly.

"Exactly!" Master Ximen closed his eyes again. He was sure that Chu Yao's next words were an apology, but how could he accept it so easily?

These young people are becoming less and less ignorant of the rules. He doesn't mind teaching them in place of their master!

What's more, there is just a little girl in front of me. If I scold her a few words, I'm afraid she will cry in embarrassment.

Unexpectedly, when Chu Yao opened his mouth, he was almost angry to death, "You are quite good at martial arts. Have you ever been in a circus?"

She wasn't talking about an acrobatic troupe, but a circus.

Isn't this a blatant irony that he is not even a human being?

"You! Little girl, don't bully others too much!" Master Ximen slapped the table again, breaking the legs of the table.

"Forget it, master, don't argue with the child."

"That's right, children are ignorant."

"Master, calm down."

Everyone hurriedly comforted Master Ximen, and Chu Yao walked out of the hall directly. Following her were the man sitting next to her and a Feng Shui master.

The Feng Shui master came close to her and asked in a low voice: "Are you the Chu Sanzhang in the Imperial Capital? Hearing a hundred times is better than seeing him once, and he has been admired for a long time!"

Chu Yao glanced at him inexplicably. What two or three pictures? It's not the real question for the postgraduate entrance examination. How can she still press Zhang?

The Feng Shui master immediately said: "You don't know yet? It has been spread in the imperial capital that you, from the King of Ghosts to the Baojia Immortal, can only use two talismans at most, and no ghost can see your third talisman." , so call out three."

"...It's a bit unpleasant." Chu Yao commented, "Then how did you know?"

"Hi, I'm a ghost master, my ghost general told me." The Feng Shui master took out a small flag and waved it, as if he was asking his children to come out to recognize their elders during the Chinese New Year.

It's a pity that his hands are sore from shaking, and even the ghost generals won't come out after being beaten to death.

"The child may be a little socially anxious," the Feng Shui master said nonchalantly.

At this time, the man following them asked: "Your surname is Chu? Do you have a brother named Chu Mingyou?"

Chu Yao nodded, and the Feng Shui master asked: "Are you also the Feng Shui master of the Imperial Capital?"

The man smiled gently and said: "I am not a Feng Shui master, I am a psychologist. My name is Li Yan. Mingyou was my junior brother when I was in graduate school. In fact, Mrs. Zou's youngest son Xiaojing is the subject of my teacher's scientific research, but My teacher unfortunately passed away a year ago, so it was me to study this topic.”

He clearly had a warm smile on his face, but the words he spoke made people feel creepy. When talking about the death of someone close to them, most people would show some sadness, but he didn't, as if the death of the teacher was a sign of sadness. A very ordinary premise.

As for the noble lady's young son who was possessed by an evil spirit, he didn't have any sympathy, but regarded him as his own problem.

However, Li Yan should be the one who knows Xiao Jing best among all the people invited by Mrs. Zou. His teacher left hundreds of detailed information, recording everything from Xiao Jing's birth to the present.

Xiao Jing is the sixth son of Mr. Zou and the third son of Mrs. Zou. Although Mrs. Zou is called Mrs. Zou, she and Mr. Zou did not obtain a marriage certificate.

Mr. Zou's family property is quite rich. There are as many as three "wives" who have given birth to his children, and there are also a group of countless "outlaws".

Among so many children, Mr. Zou’s favorite is his sixth son, Xiao Jing. Unfortunately, he was born during the yin time and has been frail and sick since he was a child. He also has a pair of yin and yang eyes that can see evil spirits.

He was naughty by nature and often played pranks. All the servants who took care of him were tortured and always had injuries on their bodies.

Every time Mr. Zou wanted to teach him a lesson, he said it was not him who did it, but someone else took his body.

At first, Mr. Zou didn't believe it, but Xiao Jing would make various noises from time to time, including those of adult men and old ladies, and would often suffer from hysterical attacks.

He was obviously only a six-year-old child, but when he was suffering from hysteria, he was so strong that even several security guards could not hold him down. On one occasion, he even beat to death a strong man who was nearly two meters tall and weighed more than two hundred kilograms.

This was definitely not something a child could do. Mrs. Zou quickly invited Master Shumen, whom she was familiar with, to suppress the "evil evil" in him.

"In my observation over the past year, Xiao Jing's dissociative conversion disorder, oh, what you often call hysteria, is very different from other medical records. He has no amnesia, pseudodementia, dissociative wandering, or dissociative wandering. What I mean by common symptoms like stupor is that he was most likely awake when he was hurting others." Li Yan slowly analyzed.

"What do you mean?" The Feng Shui master was stunned for a moment, "Then he is simply bad?"

"This brings up another topic of research: does malice come from people's experience or genes." Li Yan said.

A few people walked and chatted, and soon arrived at the garden.

A little boy wearing a navy uniform was lying in the pavilion, playing with the doll in his hand. He heard the footsteps behind him, turned around, and smiled sweetly at the three of them.

He was born in pink and jade, somewhat similar to the little boy who sat down with Guanyin, and his two bright and moist eyes were like purple and black grapes soaked in water.

No one would associate him with the little devil Li Yan mentioned.

He ran in front of Chu Yao and others, sniffed the scent of the three people with his nose, grabbed the hem of Chu Yao's clothes, and said in a childish voice: "Sister, we are the same people, this is for you, you stay with me I’ll play, okay?”

He handed the doll in his hand to Chu Yao, and the three of them realized that it was not a doll sold on the market at all, but a pile of unknown objects made of animal carcasses!