Fortune Teller Master

Lin Qingyin lazily asked, while holding a teacup under the sun: “Ask if he knows the eight characters of that child.”

The child’s father was next to Chen Daheng, so he quickly reported his son’s birth date. Lin Qingyin counted it out and said: “He is indeed in the same state. He lost his soul, but his case is more troublesome than Chen Qirun.”

Fatty Wang stroked his fat chin a little worriedly. He used to think that the scope of the little master’s work was fortune-telling, exterminating evil, and feng shui. And now, she was looking for lost souls.

“Little Master, should we take this job?”

Lin Qingyin scratched her forehead and carefully turned her head back to Zheng Guangyan, who was getting dressed to go for a walk on the beach at the door, and then whispered: “It’s far better than doing exercise books at home!”

Han Zhengfeng remembered his fear of being dominated by exercise books during his high school days. He secretly extended his thumb to agree with Lin Qingyin’s decision. In fact, he wanted to put aside these piles of papers and do something else other than studying, but his strength didn’t allow him. At this moment, he doesn’t have Lin Qingyin’s current capital!

Chen Daheng’s friend was Wei Cheng. His son Wei Xin also lives in the neuro ward of the same hospital, but on a different floor. In the past 2 days, Wei Cheng was worried about his son suddenly losing consciousness coma. He didn’t even bother to contact Chen Daheng. Chen Daheng didn’t know that Wei Cheng’s son had an accident.

Until today, when the two met in the elevator, Wei Cheng asked why Chen Daheng carrying a thermos. He learned by then that Chen Qirun woke up. Upon hearing this, Wei Cheng went directly to Chen Qirun’s ward and saw Chen Qirun’s ruddy complexion. He looked totally different when he was in a coma. After Chen Daheng explained what happened, Wei Cheng immediately decided to also invite this master.

Speaking of which, Wei Cheng was quite lucky. If it weren’t for the truckload of seafood and New Year goods that the Chen family sent yesterday, Lin Qingyin would have arrived in Qi City this time, so she might not accept this business even if he invited her.

Hearing that the master agreed to take a trip, Wei Cheng hurriedly thanked her and then quickly transferred his son to the VIP ward and arranged it next to Chen Qirun’s ward.

Lin Qingyin and his group saw Chen Daheng waiting at the door with a man about his age at the entrance of the inpatient department. At this time they had been standing outside for more than half an hour. Fortunately, there was enough sunshine and no wind in the past few days, so they didn’t freeze in cold.

Although Wei Cheng was anxious, he knew that it was not good to talk outside, so he quickly took Lin Qingyin to the ward. Wei Xin, like Chen Qirun yesterday, was also equipped with various instruments. Lin Qingyin ignored the tubes and directly entered his divine consciousness. Wei Xin’s body was empty. There was no soul.

Lin Qingyin had also heard in the cultivation world in the past life that there was such a sect that specializes in ingesting souls to increase their cultivation level. However, Lin Qingyin knew very little about this kind of sect. Because she had never gone outside. She only heard things when her disciples mentioned what they had experienced outside. Ordinary people can only live for seven days when their souls was out of their bodies. After the time limit, the body and soul will be damaged. Even gods will have difficultly saving them by then.

Modern medical treatment was advanced, keeping their body functioning for seven days or seventy days when in a coma was not difficult. However, it has nothing to do with the soul.