Fortune Teller Master

“Naturally, to the person who took Wei Xin’s soul.” She turned her head and asked Fatty Wang: “Are you going?”It was the first time Fatty Wang has encountered such a horrible thing since he entered the fortune-telling industry. To be honest, he didn’t really want to go. It was certain that people who detain people’s souls forcibly were good. But he doesn’t feel at ease, letting Lin Qingyin go by herself. Because the little master was still underage, he must protect her!

Han Zhengfeng and Zhang Qidou stayed here for the New Year to open their eyes. Besides, they have seen everything after so many years in the industry. They didn’t think it was too frightening. They all said they wanted to accompany Lin Qingyin.

Wei Cheng hesitated for a moment, but when Lin Qingyin was about to walk out of the ward door, he couldn’t help but ask, “Master Lin, can I follow?”

Lin Qingyin didn’t look back, but just beckoned and motioned for him to follow.

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Fatty Wang’s off-road vehicle was very large. Even if Wei Cheng, Han Zhengfeng, and Zhang Qidou sat in the back, it was not too crowded. Fatty Wang started the car and drove away from the hospital. Before he could ask questions, he heard Lin Qingyin say, “Go to the right.”

After turning right, they turn left. After about 20 minutes, the car drove into a two-lane old street. There were many shops on both sides of the road, and there are all kinds of businesses.

Lin Qingyin asked Fatty Wang to park the car to the side of the road. She got out of the car and looked around, then walked straight to a shop called “Taogu Store”.

This shop was not big. There were two sides, the inside and outside, separated by a curtain. There was a glass counter outside the curtain. The owner was a thin black man in his 50s and 60s, sitting inside the glass counter, looking down at a tattered book.

When Lin Qingyin pushed the door to come inside, some of the old wooden doors made a creaking sound. When they get inside, the small shop immediately became crowded.

The old man looked at them and said in a hoarse voice: “I only have some second-hand or worthless gadgets here. The things here are weird and not suitable for rich people like you to give gifts.”

Wei Cheng held back his anger and lowered his head so as not to expose his emotion and delay Lin Qingyin. Lin Qingyin put her hands in her pockets and looked at the goods in the store as if she was wandering. And when she found something interesting, she picked it up and take a look.

The old man looked at Lin Qingyin and fixed his eyes on Zhang Qidou with a guard. Zhang Qidou didn’t say a word and just deliberately turned to the opposite side of Lin Qingyin to attract the attention of the shopkeeper.

The empty space in the shop was less than a dozen square meters in total. Lin Qingyin quickly turned around and came to the counter and pointed at him: “I want to buy the fan in your hand.”

The old man glanced at Lin Qingyin with a bad look: “This is my personal belonging. It’s not for sale!”

Lin Qingyin chuckled softly: “I don’t think your fan is a good thing. Why don’t you sell it to me and I will burn it for you.”

The shopkeeper stood up abruptly, took out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket, lit it, and threw it out, only to see that the talisman paper fell to the ground, and it burned in a few seconds, leaving only a pile of ashes.

Fatty Wang looked down, and couldn’t help but ask, “What are you burning?”

“Array talisman.” Zhang Qidou sneered: “But it doesn’t seem to work well.”

The shop owner’s face was very ugly. He stared at a few people for a while and finally swept his eyes on Lin Qingyin: “Just now you were the only one who walked around the shop. You broke my formation?”

“That’s also called formation?” Lin Qingyin curled her lips: “It’s too simple. I didn’t even need to step on it with force.”