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Huaiqing came to the Shen family only in the past year or two. Before that, when had the Shen family not spent thousands of dollars to find a master or a Taoist priest?

Now that Wan Qiang had spoken of nine hundred and ninety-eight thousand yuan, it really shocked them.

"Master Wan, are you sure?"

"Master Wan, does this price need to be discussed again?"

"Master Wan, do you want to discuss this further?"

Wan Qiang mistakenly thought that they were too expensive, and immediately explained: "This time the matter is more difficult, and we really can't afford any less."

The Shen family: "..."

We didn’t say we wanted less.

It was Huaiqing who tugged Wanqiang's arm, "They said they were discussing, so they probably want to give you more."

When Wan Qiang heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No, no, just nine hundred and ninety-eight thousand. More is not enough, and less is not enough."

After negotiating the price, Wan Qiang carefully set up a formation in the Shen family. After repeatedly telling Shen Du not to go out for the time being, she told the Shen family not to go back.

But after just a few steps, Huaiqing drove a very sexy car and stopped in front of her, "Master, where are you going? I'll take you there."

"I didn't promise to take you in." Wan Qiang reminded Huai Qing.

"It's a matter of time." Huaiqing smiled, showing his white teeth, "Master, get in the car quickly."

It was getting dark by now.

Wan Qiang looked at the bustling Shengjing City outside the car window and asked Huaiqing, "Isn't your car expensive?"

"More than ten million." Huaiqing responded truthfully, "What's wrong, master, do you like this car? If you like it, I'll give it to you."

Wanqiang: "..."

It's nice to have money.

More than 10 million cars will be delivered as soon as you open your mouth.

Unlike her, who has hundreds of millions of debts.

"Do you have a lot of money?" Wanqiang changed the subject a little quickly.

Huaiqing was stunned for a few seconds and then nodded, "It's okay."

"You are a lonely person, where do you get your money?"

Huaiqing: "I earned it."

"How to make money?" Wan Qiang continued to ask.

Speaking of this, Huaiqing felt that it was necessary for him to educate Wanqiang on the market, otherwise her colleagues would be uncomfortable if she asked for such a price.

"Master, it's not appropriate for you to talk about Nine Hundred and Ninety-eight Thousand Yuan today."

"Isn't it suitable?" Wan Qiang asked him in confusion, "Then how much should I want?"

Huaiqing raised a finger.

"One million yuan?" Wan Qiang said, "Isn't this the same thing?"

"Ten million." Huaiqing said as he parked the car on the side of the road and began to study the current market situation with Wanqiang seriously.

He said a lot, and Wanqiang was dumbfounded.

"Is fortune telling and feng shui so valuable?"

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Huaiqing proudly raised his chin and said to himself: "The Shen family gives me 50 million a year, and I still have to take care of food and housing."

"When I usually go out to pick up a job, it starts with eight million. If it's less than this amount, I don't even bother to take action."

Wanqiang: "..."

This is not fortune telling or feng shui, this is a money printing machine.

It seems that in the future, in addition to live broadcasting, she will also develop more businesses. This way you can pay off your debt quickly...

...

After returning to the hotel, taking a shower and changing clothes, Wanqiang told Xianglan, "Xiao Xianglan, I'm going to Fengdu."

"Aunt, can I accompany you?"

Wan Qiang refused, "I can go by myself. You and I have worked hard running around here and there, so take a good rest."

Opening the gate of hell, entering the underworld, and appearing in the Fengdu Emperor's Palace, Wan Qiang accomplished it in one go.

Du Huai was drinking tea, quite leisurely.

Wanqiang walked slowly to the opposite side of him and sat down, "The emperor seems to be in a good mood."

As she spoke, she picked up the teacup, put it to the tip of her nose, smelled it, and praised: "Good tea, the tea tree is at least a thousand years old."

"I knew you were coming, so I prepared this specially for you." Du Huai looked at Wan Qiang with a deep look in his eyes and asked, "A'Meng, are you here for Huai Qing?"

"The emperor is really smart, I can't hide anything from you." Wan Qiang held her face in her hands, her expectant eyes locked on Du Huai's face.

"You are born with integrity, and so is he. You will not suffer any loss by accepting him as your disciple."

"Du Huai, you really know his origin."

"I know, but I can't tell you." Du Huai waved his hand, and an exquisite small box appeared in Wan Qiang's hand.

"What is this?" Wan Qiang asked.

"For you."

Wanqiang curiously opened the lid and saw inside some gadgets she used to use.

It may look inconspicuous, but when dealing with evil monsters and the like, let alone take advantage of it.

"You collected all this for me?"

"It's Lu Li!" Du Huai responded.

"That girl A Li is really considerate." Wan Qiang said and took a few more sips of tea before standing up and bowing to Du Huai, "Emperor, take your leave."

...

Wanqiang actually didn't stay in the underworld for long, but it was already midnight when she returned.

There was no light on in the room, and I couldn't see my fingers.

In the corner, Pandan was crying so hard.

Wanqiang was speechless, "Xiao Xianglan, why are you crying there?"

Xianglan's crying gradually stopped and she turned on the light in the room, "Auntie, you are finally back. Let me tell you, I..."

Halfway through, Pandan started to cry again.

Wan Qiang held her forehead, and a stream of spiritual power penetrated into Xianglan's eyebrows, helping her calm down.

"Speak now."

Xianglan said "Oh" and started talking endlessly:

"A pregnant woman lived next door. She was more than nine months pregnant. She started making phone calls as soon as she walked in. Her husband cheated on her and he didn't care whether she lived or died. She seemed to have some emotional problems. After hanging up the phone, she cried for half an hour. I couldn't bear to think about it and committed suicide by slitting my wrists."

Wan Qiang frowned, pinched her fingers and her expression suddenly changed, "Is she wearing a red skirt?"

Xianglan nodded like garlic, "Yes, Auntie, how do you know?"

"We are in big trouble." Wan Qiang said and went to the next door.

There was blood all over the floor near the pregnant woman's body, which complemented her red dress and was quite "weirdly beautiful".

What's even weirder is: the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, and her eyes are open and looking somewhere...

Pandan followed.

"Ah~" Seeing the pregnant woman's appearance at this time, she was startled and screamed uncontrollably.

Wan Qiang picked her ears and said, "Xianglan, you are making so much noise."

Xianglan pointed at the body of the pregnant woman and said incoherently: "Aunt, I was beside her when she died. That's not the case. She was in the bathtub in the bathroom at that time. I clearly remember..."

Wanqiang probably guessed the truth in her heart. She interrupted Xianglan and changed the subject, "Why didn't you call someone to save her?"

Xianglan was stunned for a few seconds, and then she patted her head in realization, "Yes, why didn't I think of calling someone to save her?"

"Aunt, I...I indirectly killed her?"

"It has nothing to do with you. Someone had already planned it."

After saying this, Wan Qiang walked around the room and finally discovered something suspicious.

This room was set up with a soul-disturbing array. Fortunately, Xianglan could not be considered a G-soul. Otherwise, she would not have lost control of her emotions and cried uncontrollably, but would have gone crazy...

"Xiao Xianglan, please go back to your room to prepare and come over to live broadcast."