The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

"Husband, you have to think of something! The Jiang family is having a run of bad luck. Not only are they bankrupt, but some are sick and others are injured!"

If Qiaoqiao really marries him, her life will be ruined for the rest of her days!

Behind the silver-rimmed glasses, the man's sharp features were serious.

It seems we have no choice but to bring that girl back.

He instructed his butler, Old Chen, "Go down to the village immediately and bring the young lady back."

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Deep in the village lanes, rusty door locks droop, and oil lamps are needed to keep the houses dark even during the day.

On the moss-covered wall, the smile of the kind old man is forever frozen in a black and white photograph.

Song Qingge stared at the photo, her dark eyes unmoving, clutching the last cold steamed bun in her hand.

Outside, three thugs carrying sticks approached menacingly.

Bang bang bang!

The silence was shattered by urgent knocking.

The leader, a fierce-looking man, stormed in, kicking over a steamed bun: "Song Qingge, your grandmother's dead! It's time to pay for her burial!"

As the words fell, there was a clanging sound of sticks being rummaged through.

The small, dilapidated house was a mess.

Not a single penny was found.

"We shouldn't have helped her burn it; we should have just wrapped it in a straw mat and buried that old woman." The leader spat crudely on the ground.

Song Qingge stood guard in front of her grandmother's altar, watching them smash other things, her expression unchanged.

She glanced at the three men; all of them had sunken, dark foreheads with numerous wrinkles, indicating they were nearing the end of their lives.

The leader, a blond-haired man, was the village party secretary's son, and none of the villagers dared to offend him.

Relying on their family's power and influence, they acted arrogantly and abused their power, using various pretexts to extort money. For more than a decade, the villagers have suffered greatly but dared not speak out.

Her grandmother passed away, and she had no money.

If funeral arrangements are hasty, the soul will have nowhere to rest in peace.

Moreover, her grandmother was the closest person to her in the world, so she could only ask Huang Mao for help.

Five thousand yuan is an exorbitant amount for funeral expenses in the village, but owing money and not paying it back is immoral and involves karmic consequences.

Song Qingge thought for a moment, then took out three amulets and said calmly, "These can save your lives and are more than enough to pay off your debts."

A life is worth more than five thousand dollars, which is indeed a surplus.

The leader, as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world, grinned and teased his two underlings, "She actually said this broken talisman is worth five thousand? And she even cursed me to die? Don't you think she's asking for it?"

The two henchmen exchanged a glance and, upon receiving the order, swung their sticks to smash the target.

The blond-haired man snatched the amulet first, threw it on the ground, and crushed it with his foot.

Song Qingge's outstretched hand was not in time to stop it. She watched as the talisman shattered, and then looked up.

Sure enough, the blond-haired man's forehead was so red it looked almost black, and he was enveloped in a bloody aura.

She shook her head: "It's hopeless."

Although she is a member of the Xuanmen sect, she cannot compete with Yama, the King of Hell, for a life.

Upon hearing this, Huang Mao flew into a rage: "What do you mean? You're trying to renege on your debt and then curse me? Brothers, hold her down and smash that old woman's altar!"

The three brothers swung their thick sticks and smashed them onto the already rickety wooden table, sending the sacrificial candies and their plates crashing to the ground.

The commotion attracted a crowd of villagers, but no one stepped forward to help.

Just as the thick stick was about to be swung at Grandma's portrait, the leader, a blond-haired thug, roared arrogantly, "Smash it to pieces! If you don't come up with the money, we'll dig that old woman out and throw her away!"

His eyes were bloodshot as he swung the stick.

Sudden.

I can't move.

The two underlings' arms were also stuck in the air, and no matter how much they struggled, it was useless.

A rustling sound arose from the crowd:

"She really is a monster; she's frozen people in place again."

"We should have listened to the village secretary a long time ago and kicked that grandmother and granddaughter out of the village. If it weren't for seeing how pitiful they were, having nowhere to go... Sigh, we've only hurt ourselves!"

The villagers' fearful eyes were a mixture of rejection and wariness as they cautiously retreated.

His gaze followed Song Qingge closely, afraid that she would get too close.

Looking at the disintegrating immobilization talisman in her hand, Song Qingge felt a slight increase in the power within her body brought about by the improvement of her merit.

The deceased should be respected, and the goal should be to prevent the destruction of the memorial altar.

Ignoring the familiar gossip behind her, she took two steps forward and removed her grandmother's portrait.

With calloused hands, he gently patted the dust off the picture frame and carefully placed it on a large rag.

They wrapped up several pieces of clothing along with it.

Fifteen years ago, my mother died of a heart attack. Before her body was even cold, my father married the boss's daughter and soon gave birth to her younger sister.

Her stepmother found her an eyesore, so her biological father sent her to her maternal grandmother's house in the countryside.

My grandmother is very old, and they live in poverty.

She could have made money by telling fortunes and feng shui talismans to villagers, but after she told the village secretary's fortune, his wife died.

They say she killed him.

From then on, the villagers dared not approach her or her grandmother, saying she was a monster who practiced evil magic.

Although the Xuanmen sect has declined in her generation, she has real skills and it is impossible for her to make a mistake.

After the incident, she wanted to visit the village party secretary's wife, but the village party secretary obstructed her in every way.

Later, she often saw luxury cars coming and going from the village secretary's house.

That person was clearly not from the village.

If it weren't for her grandmother, she wouldn't have stayed in the village. Now that her grandmother has passed away, it's time for her to leave.

At worst, I can set up a fortune-telling stall and earn some money to have a foothold in the city.

Thinking this, Song Qingge stuffed two amulets into the hands of her two underlings, her tone calm: "If you don't want to die, don't take them out of your sight for the next two days." After saying that, she left with light and steady steps.

"Hey, you bitch! Stop right there!" the lead thug roared. "Give me my money back!"

"Who wants your broken talisman? You two can throw it away too!"

Two younger brothers: We can't do it!

Song Qingge glanced back at her two younger brothers; the darkness between her eyebrows had faded somewhat.

She withdrew her gaze, stepped over the threshold, and walked outside amidst the villagers' strange looks.

"You bunch of old geezers, stop her! Otherwise, I'll take her five thousand yuan from you!"

The villagers, who had been indifferent, suddenly saw Song Qingge as a wolf or tiger and rushed forward.

They surrounded Song Qingge.

Just then.

A black luxury car sped past and stopped in front of us.

The passenger door opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit got out and walked respectfully to her.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Song Qingge? Your father sent me to pick you up and take you home."

He simply stood there, his hands clasped together and hanging down in front of him, showing no intention of getting any closer.

Song Qingge looked at the middle-aged man in front of her, and then at the luxury car behind him.

Familiar images flooded my mind.

"Is this the Song family's car?"

Butler Chen nodded: "Yes."

Song Qingge's gaze returned to the butler.

A full forehead and a well-proportioned Palace of Fortune are signs of good fortune. However, the golden aura that should surround it is now black, which is a sign of depleted luck. This is likely due to doing something that has damaged one's merits.

"Miss Song, please hurry, your husband and wife are waiting for you."

His tone was calm, but the urging in his words was urgent.

The Song family's invitation for her to return is probably not for anything good.

However, some things need to be made clear.

Song Qingge withdrew her gaze and took steady, light steps: "Let's go."

"Okay." After saying that, Butler Chen went straight to the passenger side, opened the door, and got in the car.

I ignored her.

Throughout the entire process, the driver never got out of the car and didn't utter a single word until he started driving.

Only after the luxury car drove away did the villagers, who had been too afraid to breathe, dare to speak.

"Is she really from a wealthy family? We've never heard of her in over a decade."

"She's definitely being kept by that old man. It's just a nice way of putting it. If she really had a rich father, how could he have ignored her for 15 years?"

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