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

"The next one is Feng Xueming."

Chu Yao checked the list on his phone, and suddenly, a text message notification popped up.

Pei Hengzhi: Feng Xueming agreed to dispose of the commercial building under his name at a low price, but he had a condition. He asked me to invite the best Feng Shui master in the imperial capital to exorcise ghosts for him.

Someone handed him a pillow when he was dozing off, and Chu Yao almost laughed out loud.

"So happy? Did you win the lottery?" Pei Nian couldn't help but ask, "Whoever sees it has a share. How many millions have you won?"

Chu Yao touched the corner of her mouth. There was obviously no expression on her face. How did Pei Nian guess it?

When he heard that he was going to exorcise ghosts, Pei Nian immediately became interested, "Then do we have to buy something? I use glutinous rice, peach wood swords, compasses in movies... I don't need to wear this uniform, right?" It’s a hot day, it’s killing me.”

"It's true that you don't need to wear anything anymore, but you don't need to prepare anything." Chu Yao said.

It's just a simple ghost press, but does it need a magic weapon?

Since the Yilan Hotel dug through the ground and the dragon veins were affected, there will probably be more supernatural incidents in the Imperial Capital in the near future, not less.

Feng Xueming was sitting on the sofa. The temperature outside had reached 38 degrees, but he actually set the air conditioner to heating mode.

When he heard the doorbell, he jumped up immediately. He swore that he had never run so fast in his life.

As soon as I opened the door, a wave of heat hit me, and the room was as hot as a steamer.

To be honest, when Feng Xueming saw the two of them, his heart felt like he had hit rock bottom.

You are so young, you look like a college student, you don't have much social experience, how capable you are?

He knew that his commercial building was now a hot potato. If he didn't sell it to Pei Hengzhi, he would have to pay for it.

But Pei Hengzhi couldn't fool himself. Could it be that he thought he would go bankrupt because of a commercial building?

But Feng Xueming observed for a while and felt that the two of them were different from ordinary people, so he neither took the initiative to cater to them nor said any unpleasant words.

Pei Nian wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Uh, Mr. Feng, are you so afraid of the cold?"

"I'm not usually afraid of the cold, but when I woke up from a nap today, my clothes were soaked, and then I felt very cold." Feng Xueming explained.

Chu Yao stared at his heart, and after a moment, he said: "Did you get pressed into bed by a ghost at noon? If you don't mind, you can unbutton your shirt."

"That's right." Feng Xueming nodded.

He hesitated for a moment. He was only wearing one piece of clothing. If only this young man came over, forget it. He would take off his clothes in front of the little girl...

"Oh, my life is about to die, why do you care about face?" Pei Nian urged, "Hurry up, our time is also very precious."

Feng Xueming hesitated again and again and said: "Okay... let's do it."

While he was turning around to unbutton his buttons, Chu Yao turned his head and asked, "How did you tell?"

Feng Xueming looked like a healthy and normal person. Apart from being particularly afraid of the cold, there was nothing wrong with his face.

Pei Nian took off his glasses, put them on Chu Yao's face, and then tapped the sides of the glasses.

A red border appeared on the edge of everyone in Chu Yao's field of vision, and various values ​​were noted next to it, such as heartbeat index, respiratory rate, blood oxygen content...

Several of Feng Xueming's values ​​were significantly lower than the normal range, and there was a warning on his side saying "Do you want to call 120?"

Chu Yao took off his glasses and gave them back to Pei Nian.

Although the humans in this world do not have high attainments in mystical arts, they do have their own technology.

Feng Xueming turned around slowly. He didn't even notice that there was a purple mark on his chest, which slowly spread to the surrounding area.

"Don't touch!" Chu Yao reminded, but Feng Xueming's fingers had already touched the skin.

So icy!

Feng Xueming's hand shook, and with a snap, he pulled off a large piece of his chest, including the skin and flesh.

But the blood inside did not flow out, but directly condensed into black and red ice.

He vaguely remembered that in the dream, someone was holding his heart. It was a blue-black hand, and most of the arm was rotten.

Then, he slowly raised his head. Three boys and girls in school uniforms stood in front of his bed, looking at him blankly.

Their skin is also blue-black, and there are still blood stains on their faces.

One of them opened his mouth, but did not make any sound. Feng Xueming understood his mouth shape.

"It's so cold..."

"It hurts, it hurts from the pressure..."

"very noisy……"

They slowly approached, and for some reason, Feng Xueming heard the sounds of "ta-ta" and "ta-ta".

The three people stood in three directions, lifted up Feng Xueming's sheets, and then pressed them firmly on his head.

The next second, Feng Xueming's eyes went dark and he couldn't see anything. He could only hear the bustle of people.

The sound seemed to come from the mall.

There was a dull pain in his chest, as if he had been stepped on by a pair of high heels, accompanied by a chill that penetrated his bones. He wanted to wake up, but he couldn't exert any strength.

"Mr. Feng? Can you please sit on the sofa, please?" Chu Yao called him twice before Feng Xueming came back to his senses.

He sat in the middle of the sofa and watched Chu Yao take out a talisman. Her index and middle fingers came together and she waved forward. The talisman was hanging steadily on his chest.

Feng Xueming could clearly feel the heat coming from the talisman, which was much more powerful than the air conditioner he turned on.

"hiss……"

With a pain in his chest, Feng Xueming couldn't believe his eyes. There was a cluster of flames coming out of the other end of the talisman paper, but there was no damage to the talisman paper itself.

The flame seemed to be controlled by Chu Yao. Whichever direction Chu Yao pointed his finger, it rushed in that direction.

Feng Xueming spent the longest three minutes of his life. After the burning pain, there was a new itching on his skin.

Although the wound was completely healed, he never wanted to experience it again.

He fastened the buttons again and asked: "How are the ghosts I saw? Are they still at my house? I won't encounter ghosts on my bed again, right?"

He felt relieved when Chu Yao assured him one by one, "That's good, that's good... Don't worry, I will sign a contract with Mr. Pei next Monday and sell the commercial building to him for one yuan."

The two were about to leave when Feng Xueming remembered another thing and said, "You two, stay! I want to ask you to do one more thing."