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

Rong Han's words interrupted Chu Yao's thoughts, "Senior sister, have you humans really seen an immortal?"

Chu Yao quickly calmed down his emotions and said calmly: "There are legends, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes, so I can't say whether there is or not."

"I can't understand human poetry yet, but I can taste some mysterious meanings. The person who wrote this poem must be a powerful person in Xuanmen, right?" Rong Han asked yearningly.

"No, he..." Chu Yao paused and said slowly, "He is just an unsuccessful person."

Chu Yao took Rong Han to lunch and taught her how to pay.

For example, the gold coins she brought could not be used. They had to go to a gold store to sell them first and exchange them for cash or deposit them into a bank card.

Chu Yao was glad that he inherited his memory when he traveled through time, otherwise he might be almost the same as Rong Han.

After saying goodbye to Rong Han, Chu Yao rushed to Shi's house.

She went out early in the morning, but she hadn't seen today's protagonist until now.

Not sure what the Shi family was up to, Chu Yao heard extremely noisy noises coming from the door, as if there was a complete theater troupe playing and singing inside.

Can Mr. Shi really have a rest in such a noisy environment?

Because it was too noisy, she rang the doorbell several times, but no one opened the door. She had to take out her mobile phone and dial Mr. Shi's son's mobile phone number.

"I'm really sorry, I'm sorry to ask you to come all the way..." He kept apologizing and welcomed Chu Yao in.

The evil spirit in the room was very strong, and Chu Yao could sense at least twenty ghosts.

The strange thing is that these ghosts are not serious ghosts, and they have no grudges against the Shi family.

Mr. Shi was tied tightly to the chair. Even so, he kept dancing.

Those noisy sounds all came from his body. Most of the ghosts were theater fans, or even theater addicts, but they had no ability to sing.

They can only keep fighting for the opportunity to possess, like fighting for a microphone with its own tuning.

As a result, Mr. Shi was singing "Emperor's Flower" for a while, and then "Universal Front" for a while, with a few Qin opera lines mixed in between.

Chu Yao guessed why the Shi family didn't want to see her in the morning. He must have been the same when Mr. Shi ran out of the hospital.

Those ghosts used his body to cause mischief. As a respected artist, the more people saw Mr. Shi, the harder it was for him.

For a person who has always been polite and polite, the best way to destroy him is not to torture him, but to make him look embarrassed in front of others.

Chu Yao raised his hand and played a golden talisman, scaring the ghosts away and revealing Mr. Shi who was pinned in the corner by them.

His eyes were dull, as if he had been tortured to death.

"Master, what do you think we should do now?" Mr. Shi's son asked, "Why didn't you bring a magic weapon... Oh, we didn't think carefully. Don't be offended, Master!"

He took out dozens of banknotes and a bank card from his wallet, put them on the table, and said with a smile: "What do you need, can we buy it for you, or...?"

"Just stop making noise." Chu Yao rubbed her temples. The noise from the ghosts in front of her gave her a headache.

Mr. Shi's son quickly shut his mouth and stood aside quietly.

Chu Yao took a few strands of spiritual energy, tied it to Mr. Shi's wrists and ankles, and carefully put him back into his body.

The next second, Mr. Shi suddenly woke up and started coughing violently, as if he was about to cough out his lungs.

His son was dumbfounded, thinking that he hadn't started yet, but who would have thought that it would be over in the blink of an eye.

"Is there water? It's best to have something colder." Chu Yao asked.

Mr. Shi's son quickly said: "Just wait, I will get it for you right away."

He respectfully brought a glass of water and looked at Chu Yao expectantly. Next, she would definitely take out a talisman, burn it into ashes, and then put it into the water.

However, Chu Yao did not do what he imagined. Instead, he held the water glass with both hands and drank it directly to Mr. Shi.

He choked immediately, and Mr. Shi's son was sweating. Is it really possible?

After Chu Mingxiu came that day, Mr. Shi sobered up briefly, so the Shi family valued Chu Yao very much.

But so far, the young Feng Shui master doesn't seem to be showing off any eye-opening skills.

If Chu Yao used mind-reading skills on him at this time, he would probably say disdainfully: "I'm not an acrobat on the street, why do I need to do all those fancy tricks?"

What Mr. Shi drank was water, but what he spat out was like sludge in the river, thick and foul-smelling, with a faint metallic sheen inside.

"Hey, hey, hey! There's... a blade in there?!" Mr. Shi's son exclaimed.

When the blade was spit out from his throat, wouldn't Mr. Shi's throat be completely destroyed?

But he looked carefully and saw that there was no blood on the blades, and there was a water film-like substance covering the surface.

"Ahem..." Mr. Shi cleared his throat and said, "Mao Hai, don't worry so much. My throat is fine. Is this a Feng Shui master? Let's sit down and talk slowly."

"Actually, you don't know how you provoked the ghost, right?" Chu Yao asked leisurely.

Mr. Shi clicked his tongue in embarrassment, "To be honest, I really don't understand. I, Shi Qianyi, have never offended anyone, let alone you. Why is this?"

"Everyone?" Shi Maohai suddenly felt that the temperature in the room had dropped by one or two degrees. Where did you come from?

But his dad looked like he was possessed by a ghost, didn't he?

There's more than one.

"Don't worry, humans and ghosts are separated by yin and yang. You may have offended them inadvertently. I'll help you ask them what they want first. Ghosts usually just want some offerings." Chu Yao reassured.

"Okay, I'll bother you then." Mr. Shi nodded, "The Shi family is not rich, but they can still afford incense and candles. I know an artist who is good at paper-making. I can add some more for you. A house and a horse.”

After hearing his words, several ghosts' eyes widened. When had the lonely ghosts ever enjoyed such treatment?

"We're not that easy to kill!"

One ghost protested loudly, and the remaining ghosts echoed one after another.

"That's right, doesn't he know how to sing? Ask him to sing "The Trial of Galileo in Three Sessions" for us."

"I want to listen to the Henan opera version of "Love Business"."

"Is there any version of "Santa Claus Meets the Mother Lishan"?"

Chu Yao looked at them coldly, and the ghosts were silent together.

After a long time, a word floated out from somewhere, "We want to watch a Nuo opera."