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

At the same time, there was a loud bang in the art exhibition hall.

Chu Yao and others were relatively close to the door, and both the round-faced girl and Toland could clearly see that their seats had been smashed into pieces by the crystal chandelier above their heads.

Toland used his fingers to push his bangs to one side, and the round-faced girl also had a look of disbelief on her face.

After a while, Toland spoke to Chu Yao for a long time with some excitement, but unfortunately Chu Yao couldn't understand a word.

"Toland wants to ask, are you a prophet, an astrologer, or a witch?" the round-faced girl translated for him.

Chu Yao smiled casually and said, "I am a Feng Shui master."

"Feng Shui Master?!"

Now it was the round-faced girl's turn to be excited. She had heard many rumors about Feng Shui masters and yearned for these mysterious Taoist sorcerers.

Unexpectedly, he was lucky enough to meet her, and she even saved his life!

The round-faced girl quickly thanked you: "Thank you, you noticed something wrong with the chandelier, so you reminded us, right? I'm so sorry that we have such a bad attitude... My name is Huang Nianqiao, may I meet you?"

"Chu Yao."

At this time, the elevator maintenance man arrived.

The crowd consciously separated a path, and a boy wearing a long black trench coat was tightly clamped around the waist by the elevator door. He kept struggling, and a small pool of blood had accumulated on the ground.

"That ring... no way, that's Phil?!" Huang Nianqiao exclaimed.

"Phil?" Chu Yao asked, "Is he the person from when your club was first established?"

"How do you know?" Huang Nianqiao did not deny it, "Look at my memory, you just said you were a Feng Shui master. Yes, there were four people in our club when it was established, Yajing, Toland, me, and Phil .”

The maintenance staff took out the special key for the elevator, but it didn't work.

Chu Yao secretly thought it was strange that she had just left a talisman on the elevator, and the evil ghost could not hurt anyone.

Moreover, the blood on the ground was also strange. Phil was stuck at the waist, but the blood did not seep out from both sides of the waist, but seemed to flow from the elevator.

Could it be that Qi Yajing didn't want to hurt Phil, but wanted to save him?

Ten minutes later, the ambulance arrived. After the doctor came up, the elevator returned to normal.

The dying Phil was carried on a stretcher, and people discovered that the blood was actually flowing from his wrist. Under his rolled-up sleeves, there were twelve terrifying knife incisions.

He seemed to be performing some kind of evil ritual in the elevator. He used his own blood to draw a huge circular pattern on the floor. In the middle was an inverted pentagram symbolizing evil, and there were twelve mysterious characters in the outer circle. .

"Can anyone come and help?" the doctor asked in English.

Toland hesitated for a few seconds and stepped forward.

After these two incidents, the design show had to be interrupted, and the teachers evacuated all the students present.

Huang Nianqiao asked lowly: "Is it because we have touched the taboo of occultism? Why are the four of us not immune..."

After establishing the club, they played many psychic games but failed to summon ghosts. Why did there seem to be a mysterious force secretly controlling their destiny?

"I don't think it may have something to do with ghosts and gods. Who can say clearly about natural and man-made disasters?" Chu Yao smiled slightly.

She had to go to Chu Mingjing first now, and Huang Nianqiao was also worried about Phil's physical condition. After the two added their contact information, they said goodbye for now.

Chu Mingjing's residence was not far from the school, and Chu Yao walked there in seven or eight minutes.

She knocked on the door, and Chu Mingjing's dull cold voice came from inside.

Maybe he thought it was a local student outside the door, but he didn't speak Mandarin.

"I don't understand." Chu Yao said slowly.

Chu Mingjing was silent for a moment. He couldn't understand that even international students from the Marangoni School of Art would take language classes a year in advance.

Is this student so bad that he failed the language class?

He half-opened the door, and his whole figure was like a wilted flower, leaning on the door frame.

After spending many years outside, Chu Mingjing's skin color is slightly darker, a healthy wheat color. Although he and Chu Yao do not have the same father and mother, their eyes are very similar, and they both have heroic phoenix eyes.

However, his eyesight is much worse than Chu Yao's.

"I'm not feeling well today, you..." After he saw clearly that there was a young girl outside the door, he immediately opened the door, "I'm sorry for my poor hospitality, how can I let this lovely lady stay outside? Come on in and sit down."

After entering the door, Chu Yao finally knew why Chu Mingyou had a bad relationship with his biological brother who was similar in age.

There is only one word for Chu Mingjing's family - chaos.

Chu Mingjing and Chu Mingyou are both art majors, but Chu Mingyou is a severe mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder patient. Chu Mingjing’s home is full of clutter. Cutting and sewing tools are scattered on the table, and there are also erected in the living room. with several mannequins.

"Sorry, sorry, you can sit on the sofa first while I look for my glasses."

After that, Chu Mingjing quickly returned to the bedroom.

The sofa was already piled with fabrics. Chu Yao moved part of it slightly before he could barely find a small place to sit.

Chu Mingjing threw the things on the sofa to the ground simply and roughly, and said with a Canran smile: "Miss, why are you looking for me? If you need help, please feel free to ask. Do you want some water? Or milk?"

"Thank you, no need." Chu Yao said.

Based on her previous experience with other brothers, Chu Yao originally didn't want to meet Chu Mingjing, but his attitude was very warm and easy-going, which made Chu Yao put down his worries.

"Which company are you affiliated with? I think you have great potential. Can you consider long-term cooperation?" His eyes were sincere. "Although there are not many people in our studio, we are currently cooperating with several big brands. "

Chu Mingjing thought she was a model, so he called up the studio's page on his phone and started talking nonstop.

Chu Yao looked at it carefully. Chu Mingjing's artistic conception was indeed ingenious. The theme of his next design show was related to antiques, combining traditional Chinese culture with Western-style dresses.

"Chief designer...Warren? Are you Warren?" Chu Yao was stunned for a moment, the name seemed a bit familiar.

Chu Mingjing said proudly: "It's me. How about it? Isn't it a surprise?"

Her brain raced for five or six seconds, and she finally found the name from the corner of her memory.

The dress she wore to the Chu family dinner in July last year was made by Warren.

Chu Yao smiled and stretched out his hand and shook Chu Mingjing's hand, "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Chu Yao. Nice to meet you."