I swept the giants by fortune-telling

Butler Zhao retorted subconsciously: "Impossible!" However, thinking of the boy's ability, he started to sweat coldly, and he really made a phone call.

As soon as the phone was connected, his face had changed, and after he said a word, he looked at Shang Qing with more respect.After hanging up the phone, he bowed his head and said, "The young master is right, the young master passed away three days ago."

Shang Qing nodded, "That's fine, then you guys go quickly."

Butler Zhao apologized and said with a smile: "Well, we can't leave yet... The master said that the Zhou family always needs a young master. Since the young master is dead, I will take you back..."

Shang Qing was surprised, "Isn't your master such a thing?"

Butler Zhao's face was embarrassing, he neither dared to answer nor refuted, so he could only say in his heart: Who said otherwise.

Shang Qing thought of something, and asked: "Since the Zhou family is a rich family, then the place to live should be better than here?"

As soon as Housekeeper Zhao heard that there was a door, he hurriedly said: "Of course, if you are willing to go back, I will clean up the room with you in person. It will definitely be ten times better than here, no, a hundred times better!"

Shang Qing nodded in satisfaction, "Deal!"

The group rushed to the airport as soon as possible, and arrived at the Zhou family's old house in Qingyun City in the afternoon.

Steward Zhao led Shang Qing the way, and when he entered the old house, he ran into a woman.Steward Zhao's expression changed, and he said respectfully, "Hi Ma'am."

This woman is pretty, wearing a bright red high-order dress, a diamond ring the size of a pigeon egg, and glittering jewels on her neck and earrings. She can't wait to write the three words "I'm rich" on the face.

Judging by the title of Steward Zhao, this is probably the head wife of the Zhou family.

Mrs. Zhou straightened her hair, looked Shang Qing up and down, and said disdainfully: "This is Zhou Zhengliang's illegitimate son?"

Following her example, Shang Qing brushed his forehead, "Is this my stepmother?"

Mrs. Zhou's face was livid with anger, "You!"

Butler Zhao broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't afford to offend one or two of them, so he had no choice but to smooth things over, "Ma'am, are you going out? Do you need me to prepare a car for you?"

Madam Zhou took a few deep breaths, thinking that she would have a tea party with her little sisters later, there was no need to waste time for an illegitimate child who was not on the stage, so she turned her head and left, "No need."

After she stepped on her high-heeled shoes and walked away, Housekeeper Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Madam's natal family is Xin's family in Qingyun City, which is the same family as the Zhou family. She has been married to the Zhou family for more than ten years, and she is in harmony with the master."

Shang Qing didn't care about this at all, he just said: "My scumbag... Oh, it's your master, is he there?"

Butler Zhao's mouth twitched, "Master, he's on a business trip, and he won't be back until some time later."

Shang Qing twitched the corners of his mouth. It was the first time for his son who was living outside to return home in more than ten years. The father didn't even show his face. He was really a good father.

He continued to ask: "Mrs. Zhou's daughter—she has a daughter, right, and she's not at home?"

Housekeeper Zhao respected Shang Qing's facial recognition skills even more, and quickly said, "That's right, miss is six years old and still in school."

Shang Qing said: "Didn't you compare this young lady's kidney with the young master's? Why do you have to ask for mine?"

Housekeeper Zhao: "...I don't know, you should ask the master!" He was still wondering, even if he wanted to poach a kidney, where did you come from with a heart of stone to let someone poach a six-year-old girl...

The two entered the living room on the first floor. There was a photo hanging on the wall in the corridor. There were two people in the photo, one of them was Mrs. Zhou, and the other was a middle-aged man.

Shang Qing looked at it for a while and asked, "Is this man my scumbag father?"

Butler Zhao hurriedly said, "It's the master."

Shang Qing suddenly laughed.Good guy, looking at the face of this middle-aged scumbag, he has no blood relationship with that young master!Is this scumbag green?Thinking of this, he asked, "What's your eldest young master's name?"

Steward Zhao said, "It's called Fu Lianzhi."

Shang Qing was surprised, "Isn't his surname Zhou?"

Housekeeper Zhao said: "Well, the eldest young master was picked up by the master from outside at that time, and he didn't change his surname."

Shang Qing was speechless, "What's the matter with your master, your son threw it all over the ground. What, he thinks it's a pleasure for others to raise his son, right?"

Housekeeper Zhao didn't dare to answer these words, so he had to take people away quickly, all the way to a room on the second floor, he opened the door, bowed and said: "Master, this is the bedroom prepared for you, if you are not satisfied, I will Change it for you."

Shang Qing really looked at it seriously, and said critically: "The mattress is not good, I want the softest one, and the pillows are also replaced. The wardrobe and cabinets are replaced by mahogany, as are the tables. The curtains should be silk, not embroidered. Brighter colors."

He was in the Qingfengmen in his previous life, and everyone in the teacher's school treated him like a treasure and protected him, asking for gold and not giving silver, and never suffered any grievances.The room was enough for others, not enough for him.

Steward Zhao wiped his sweat while listening, and kept saying that he knew it, and then hurriedly arranged for someone to replace it with a new one.I thought that the young master had no knowledge growing up with a poor Taoist priest, but now it seems that his vision is no worse than those young masters and ladies who grew up in wealthy families.

Thinking about it this way, that poor Taoist priest might also be an expert!

After the bedroom was rearranged, Shang Qing had a lunch in the room, and then got into the bed and had a good sleep.

Life in a wealthy family is really good. He has worked so hard to catch ghosts and subdue demons, and his requirements are not high. He just hopes to have a room full of mahogany furniture and a luxurious ten-meter bed so that he can rest for a while.It not only comforts his body, but also satisfies his soul.

When I woke up, it was already dark outside.

Shang Qing stretched his waist, turned on the light in the bedroom, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

A layer of black mist formed on the ground, and as soon as the temperature dropped, small drops of water condensed on the newly replaced mahogany furniture.

Shang Qing looked up and saw a familiar ghost floating outside the window.

Shang Qing was almost speechless, what's wrong with this Young Master Fu, the newly dead ghost can't stay in his own cemetery, why come to him every day!Could it be that he wanted to see the kidney that he couldn't get?

Fu Lianzhi went directly through the window this time.It was only when he got close that he realized that his soul body was different from other ghosts. He was filled with yin energy all over his body, and his ghost power was so strong that Shang Qing had never seen it before. He didn't look like a new ghost who had just died a few days ago.What's more, from the waist down, he is directly connected with Yin Qi, and only the upper body still barely maintains a human shape.

Shang Qing pinched his fingers, waved away the Yin Qi around him, frowned and said: "Take away your Yin Qi, I will leak all over the room."

Fu Lianzhi collected the leaking yin energy, and smiled gently, "Sorry, I can't hold it back, my soul and body are unstable."

Shang Qing said unhappily: "Then get out of my room, wouldn't you be ashamed to make someone else's room like this?"

Fu Lianzhi felt ashamed for a second, then raised his head and said, "You have a special physique and pure spiritual energy. I wonder if you are willing to sign a contract with me? It will definitely be useful for me to stabilize my soul and body."

Shang Qing: "Oh, what does that have to do with me?"

Fu Lianzhi sighed, "Forget it, if you don't want to, then sell me three drops of blood every month, the price is up to you."

Shang Qing hooked the corners of his lips, revealing two dimples, "Do you have any money when I offer you the price? Do you want to give me Ming coins?"

Fu Lianzhi calmed down and said leisurely: "Just open it."

Shang Qing pinched his fingers and struck with a wave of spiritual energy, "No, I won't sell it for 500 million yuan, so let's go!"

Fu Lianzhi dodged the aura, jumped out of the window with Yin Qi, and said to himself: "If you don't sell it for 500 million, then let's sell it for 600 million. Three drops a month, the price is not expensive."

Seeing that he was gone, Shang Qing cleaned up the Yin Qi in the room and went downstairs to have dinner.

He stepped on the stairs and walked into the restaurant. Mrs. Zhou had already arrived, and there was a little girl in school uniform standing in front of her. She should be the Miss Zhou Yuanyuan that the butler said.

The little girl looked trembling, with her head down and her hair a little messy.From Shang Qing's perspective, she couldn't see her expression, but he could see that the floor in front of her was wet with tears.

Shang Qing descended the last step, and heard Mrs. Zhou scolding: "Why are you crying when I tell you to talk!"

Zhou Yuanyuan shivered and buried her head even deeper.

Mrs. Zhou said impatiently: "Why do I have a daughter like you who can't stand on the stage! Go back to your room and change clothes!"

Zhou Yuanyuan, as if she had been pardoned, rolled up the stairs carrying a half-human-high schoolbag on her back.

Shang Qing made way for her, walked to the dining table and sat down.

Mrs. Zhou completely ignored his existence, and the kitchen servants began to serve dishes one after another.

The dinner was very sumptuous, but the two people at the table ignored each other.I don't know what Mrs. Zhou thinks, anyway, Shang Qing thinks the taste is good, especially the charcoal-grilled lamb chops, the taste is first-class.

In the middle of the meal, Zhou Yuanyuan changed her clothes and came down. The little girl's eyes were still red, like a little hamster, she quietly found a corner and sat down, then grabbed a bowl and drank soup.

In order to maintain her figure, Madam Zhou ate very little for dinner. After drinking the vegetable soup, she picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth gracefully, then went upstairs with her high heels thumping.

After she left, Shang Qing clearly heard Zhou Yuanyuan let out a sigh of relief.

Shang Qing wiped out a whole portion of lamb chops, took a sip of the soup in front of him, sighed in satisfaction, and said lazily: "Are you sick?"

Zhou Yuanyuan reacted for a while before realizing that she was talking to her, and immediately removed the hand covering her stomach, and whispered: "No, no..."

Shang Qing looked up, raised his hand to call for Butler Zhao, and ordered: "Let the kitchen cook a bowl of noodles."

Housekeeper Zhao apologized and said with a smile: "Is it because the food doesn't suit your taste? I'll let them make it right away if you want any noodles."

Shang Qing said: "Qingshui noodles, do you know?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Butler Zhao immediately went to the kitchen, but after a while, he walked in with a woman about 50 years old.

Steward Zhao said cautiously: "Young master, this is Mama Wang from the kitchen. She wants to ask what is wrong with the food so that she can improve it in the future."

Wang Ma's expression was very disturbed. The Zhou family respected the rules, and it never happened that they added food halfway through the meal.She was afraid that the new young master wouldn't like her cooking, and it would be bad if she lost her job.

Shang Qing pointed at Zhou Yuanyuan, "She has an upset stomach, you cook a bowl of noodles, clear water, less oil."

Butler Zhao and Wang Ma were taken aback for a moment, but they didn't expect this to be the reason.

Wang Ma's expression softened, "Oh, Miss... why didn't you tell me?"

Zhou Yuanyuan lowered her head and said nothing, she just raised her hand to wipe away her tears, her exposed wrist was so thin that it would break if she pinched it.

Wang Ma sighed, she didn't want to talk about the host's affairs, but said kindly: "Then I will cook a bowl of chicken noodle soup for Miss! Only use clear soup, put thin chicken shreds in it, no oil at all, Add a little green vegetables, it’s best to eat when you have an upset stomach.”

Zhou Yuanyuan wiped her tears and nodded.

Butler Zhao's conscience ached a little, and he tentatively said, "Then... shall I ask the doctor to come and see?"

Shang Qing looked at Zhou Yuanyuan inquiringly, Zhou Yuanyuan immediately shook her head, and whispered: "Mom will know."

Housekeeper Zhao knew what kind of person Madam Zhou was, so he thought for a while and said, "Then I'll go get some stomach medicine!"

After a while, the noodles came out, and Zhou Yuanyuan took a mouthful of the hot chicken noodle soup, and her aching stomach really healed up a lot.

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Shang Qing happened to finish his digestion, so he went upstairs.

Zhou Yuanyuan looked at his back, her eyes slowly lit up, her mouth moved silently: "...Brother."