After rebirth, I rely on live fortune-telling to become a group favorite

Hearing Jiang Tan's speculation, Lu Qiang was shocked. "What could a fool like him hear that he shouldn't? Besides, in this small village of ours, other than some family matters, what else could make people kill people?"

It's no wonder that Lu Qiang was surprised. In their village, everyone is related to each other, and every family has some connection with each other. The village is not big, and is neither far nor close to the city. Moreover, for decades, there has been no news of a murder case in the village. On weekdays, the most that happens is some petty theft.

Jiang Tan didn't say anything else. Instead, he squatted down and carefully checked the area around the wall. He took out a small brush from his bag and brushed the remaining cement bit by bit, like an archaeologist.

Lu Qian didn't dare to disturb them and could only stand there stupidly. Suddenly, he saw Jiang Tan seemed to have seen something and found something from the fallen rubble.

She took out a white handkerchief, put the thing into it, then carefully put it in her arms and continued searching.

Suddenly, there were footsteps coming from afar, gradually approaching the courtyard. Lu Qiang looked at Jiang Tan in panic, who was still concentrating on looking for something.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and stopped at the gate. The sealed door shook, and the footsteps wandered left and right and paused for a while, as if observing the surrounding environment.

Lu Qiang looked at the gate nervously, then looked at Jiang Tan who seemed unaware, and rubbed his hands in confusion.

The man outside seemed to have found a breakthrough point. His footsteps moved a little further away, and then he quickly ran...

Lu Qiang's heart was about to jump out of his throat, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer...

Suddenly, the sound of someone talking not far away gradually came closer. The person who was about to run to the wall and prepare to jump suddenly stopped, hesitated for a moment, spat lightly, and walked away quickly.

Lu Qiang breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, Jiang Tan seemed to have found what he wanted. He stood up and signaled Lu Qiang that he could go back.

It was not until he sat in the small courtyard of his relative's house that Lu Qiang's violently beating heart returned to normal. An inexplicable excitement surged up, and his originally pale face actually flushed.

Jiang Tan took out the handkerchief that he had just used to wrap something from his arms. Three heads came up curiously, looking at Jiang Tan's hands as he slowly opened them.

Three silver needles as thin as hair and four red ropes with strange knots appeared before my eyes.

Lu Qiang was stunned and couldn't help asking, "What is this?"

"These are the soul-piercing needles. Insert three silver needles into the deceased's Baihui, Shenting, and Fengfu acupoints respectively, and the deceased's soul will be sealed in the body forever, preventing him from being reborn." And the cruelest thing is that these three needles must be inserted while the deceased is alive, and the deceased will go through an extremely painful struggle.

Lu Qiang really couldn't imagine what his son had gone through before he died. Every time he thought that this was a very painful way to die, a sudden situation told him that his son's death might be even more painful than he imagined.

The man who had been strong all his life could no longer bear it. He howled towards the sky and fell to the ground crying.

The shrill shouting made the surrounding neighbors tremble in their hearts, and they all went out to see what was going on. However, Lu Qiang had locked the door, so they wanted to go in but didn't dare, and could only gather outside and chat.

There is no such thing as "empathy" in this world. Other people's sadness will always be a topic of conversation among other people. Showing a little bit of pity and regret at the right time is the greatest "empathy" they can show!

Old Mrs. Jiang and Jiang's mother couldn't bear it anymore and their eyes turned red. They covered their mouths and sobbed softly.

Jiang Tan felt uncomfortable watching this scene. Live fortune-telling was just a temporary solution she came up with to make ends meet. She thought she was from a God's perspective, watching these people's love, hate, anger, stupidity, sorrow and joy, and she was just a spectator.

However, she discovered that she was just a mortal...

"Then...what about these red ropes?" Lu Qiang clenched his teeth, the veins on his neck were exposed, and it was obvious how much pain he was enduring.

But even so, he wanted to know what had happened to his son.

Jiang Tan glanced at Lu Qiang and whispered, "Soul Binding Rope!"

Jiang Tan doesn't need to explain, but you can tell what this thing is used for from the name.

Jiang's mother covered her mouth in disbelief. This was the first time she had experienced such a vicious thing. It was hard to imagine why someone could be so evil. They had already killed someone, but why didn't they even let go of the soul? What kind of deep hatred could this have?

"Xiao Lu, have you really never offended anyone?" Old Mrs. Jiang asked cautiously, looking at Lu Qiang, who seemed to be of the same age as her.

Lu Qiang shook his head sadly, "Thinking about me, Lu Qiang, although I am poor in this life, I am worthy of the world and I am open and honest. I really can't understand it, ah!" He suddenly raised his head.

"Oh, right, my sister just said that maybe it wasn't me who offended anyone, but that my kid saw something he shouldn't have seen, and someone silenced him!"

Hearing him say this, the three of them all turned their eyes to Jiang Tan.

Jiang Tan choked. She was just a fortune teller, not a police officer. How could she be allowed to solve the case?

"The most urgent task at the moment is to get the child to where he should be. Once the child is at peace, the rest will be left to the police."

When Lu Qiang heard this, he nodded quickly and said, "Sister, you are right. I lived with you. I only thought about who hurt my child, and never thought about my child suffering."

With trembling hands, he tried to pour himself a glass of water. It was clearly a large open teacup, but in the end, half of the water spilled onto the table.

"Tonight at midnight, go to the wall that is holding your son down, prepare a paper figurine of a boy, a stack of yellow paper, and a rooster. Drip the rooster's blood into a bowl, then pour the ashes from the burning talisman paper into the bowl. Put the chicken blood mixed with the talisman paper on the paper figurine's eyes, then silently chant your son's name. Finally, burn the paper figurine and paper money until they are completely gone and bury the ashes in the back hills."

Jiang Tan didn't say any more words. He turned around and took out a cinnabar pen and talisman paper from his backpack. He looked up and walked to the table in the main hall. He cleared away all the things on it, spread the talisman paper flat, gathered his energy and concentrated his mind. He flowed the energy into his dantian, emptied his mind, picked up the pen and completed a "ghost talisman" in one go.

When the last stroke was made, a flash of red light passed by...

Jiang Tan picked up the talisman paper, blew on it, then turned around and handed it to Lu Qiang who was waiting on the side.

Taking the talisman paper with trembling hands, Lu Qiang solemnly put it into his arms, patted it carefully, then raised his head and bowed respectfully to Jiang Tan, "Sister, if you need me in the future, please tell me! My life in this life belongs to you, sister!"

The departure of his son took away his last hope of living. From now on, he lived to repay his gratitude...