Fortune Teller Master

Zhang Jianguo wiped his tears and went to his room to make a phone call. On the other side, Zhang Wu, who had just returned to the company from the hospital, smoked anxiously. Thinking about his wealth, his dead son and sicked daughter, he couldn’t help but be upset. He waved his hand on the table and knocked the teacup on the ground.

When his phone rang, he took a glance at it and saw the name on the screen. He immediately put his cigarette in the ashtray, tried to calm his voice, and answered: “Dad, what’s the matter?”

“You go home.” Zhang Jianguo simply said: “I invited a master back.”

Zhang Wu rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and his tone had a bit trace of impatient: “Dad, don’t make trouble, you don’t know what’s going on.”

Zhang Jianguo sighed: “Yes, I don’t know what’s going on, but the master knows. She said you moved our ancestral grave to a bad place and set up a deadly feng shui formation. The disasters at home are all caused by you, you should come back quickly.”

Zhang Wu’s heart trembled in shock, and asked a little hesitantly: “She really said that?”

“Yes, she also saw that our family has one death, one injured, and one sick. Otherwise, I will not invite her back.” Zhang Jianguo shed tears again when he remembered his dead grandson: “Zhang Wu, I won’t let you continue doing this. If our Xinxin died, I will sever our relationship as father and son!”

The call was cut off, but Zhang Wu silently listened to the beeping sound from the phone. He took a deep breath and made a call while sitting on the expensive leather sofa. It took a long time before the call was connected. A lazy voice came from the other side: “Boss Zhang, what’s the matter?”

Zhang Wu sat up straight and asked anxiously: “Master Wang, didn’t you say that we will only encounter minor illnesses and disasters? But why my son died and now my daughter is seriously ill? Master, I only have two children, can’t you find a way to keep one for me?”

As if the person on the other side of the phone call didn’t hear Zhang Wu’s harsh roar, he lightly said: “Didn’t you gain so much fortune? Naturally, you have to pay some price… …” Hearing Zhang Wu’s breathing suddenly became thicker, Master Wang said a few words to comfort him: “Don’t worry, I’ll do it for you. When this disaster is over, your wealth will reach a new height, and then your fortune will be able to suppress the evil spirits in your ancestral grave.”

Zhang Wu’s voice was a bit hoarse: “I don’t want more wealth, I can’t afford the price.”

Master Wang’s voice became cold, and his words obviously became threatening: “Do you think this is a game? If you want to stop, you can stop? Zhang Wu, this big formation is arranged according to your will, so the luck of your whole family gathered on you. If you want to forcibly stop the big formation, all the evil spirits accumulated in the formation will also gather on you. You don’t need to ask what the consequences will be, you can think of it.”

Hearing that Zhang Wu didn’t speak for a long time, his tone relaxed a lot: “If your daughter is gone, you can make another one. If your wife can’t give birth again, there are a lot of pretty girls outside. Do you still have to worry about these things with your current assets?”

Zhang Wu opened his mouth but did not speak. His eyes fell on a family portrait on the desk. His handsome son was standing side by side with him, and his 7-year-old daughter was hugging his waist, there was a sweet smile on their face. But now, his son was dead, and his daughter’s sweet smile disappear. She was now weak and sick.

Zhang Wu hung up the phone, picked up the car key on the table, and ran to the elevator quickly.

*

Lin Qingyin stayed sitting on the sofa while stroking the tortoiseshell in her hand again and again as if she didn’t want to talk to people. Fatty Wang drank tea and chatted with Zhang Jianguo. It only took him half an hour to get a clear picture of his situation. He now knew Zhang Wu’s fortune.

Zhang Wu walked in a hurry. As soon as he entered the door, he saw two strangers sitting in the living room. He didn’t care about changing his shoes and reached out his hand to Fatty Wang. He politely said: “You are the master my father invited back?”

Fatty Wang smiled and waved his hand, and then pointed Lin Qingyin, who was still sitting on the sofa: “This is my master, Master Lin Qingyin.”

Zhang Wu looked at Lin Qingyin, who still have a somewhat immature face, then looked at Fatty Wang with surprise and puzzlement. He can’t believe it, so he asked: “Are you joking?”

“It’s not a joke, this is the master I invited back.” Zhang Jianguo glared at Zhang Wu and quickly introduced to Lin Qingyin: “Master, this is my son, Zhang Wu.”

Zhang Wu looked at Lin Qingyin again and ignored his politeness. He reached out and dragged Zhang Jianguo into the bedroom, then tried hard to suppress his anger: “Dad, are you kidding me? Are you telling me a half-ass-kid, is a master? Isn’t she obviously a liar?”

“A liar?” Zhang Jianguo sneered: “I hope she is a liar, so everything she says is false. I don’t know what you did secretly, but you ask yourself, aren’t what she said all true?”

Zhang Wu was speechless. Zhang Jianguo glared at him: “I told you that I invited people back, so you must give them respect. If the master gets angry, I and your mother will jump out of the building. Anyway, sooner or later you will kill us.”

Zhang Wu had nothing to say. He bowed his head and followed Zhang Jianguo back to the living room. Lin Qingyin took a glance at Zhang Wu and suddenly shook her head and laughed.

Zhang Wu’s heart trembled and had goosebumps. He squeezed out a smile and asked: “Master Lin, what are you laughing about?”

“When I was talking to your father earlier, I was thinking of you, the person who can ignore anything to get rich. I didn’t know what to think until I saw you, I thought you are smart.” Lin Qingyin touched the tortoiseshell and continued mocking: “So I couldn’t help but laugh at your stupidity. You are stupid enough to use your own life to fill other people’s luck.”

Zhang Wu felt cold, he seemed to understand something, and so his face suddenly became pale: “What do you mean by this?”

Lin Qingyin looked at Zhang Wu’s body covered with bad luck. And his life force was flying to an unknown place.