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

Jiang Zhou's eyes welled up with tears without him even realizing it.

Having more people definitely gives us a greater chance of winning, not only for his and Qingge's safety, but also for the safety of these brothers.

He nodded in response: "Okay, I'll leave it to you."

With two days left, the team leader nervously and calmly rearranged the arrangements for the evening of the party, rehearsing in advance for all possible unexpected events.

At the same time, Pu's actions were made public by the authorities, causing a sensation among citizens across the country.

This includes their deliberate manipulation of public opinion yesterday, sowing discord between citizens and officials, and even using sorcery to delay the repair of surveillance footage.

--Oh my god, that was terrifying! Luckily, Master Song was there, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

--I trust the decision made above! Including Master Song in the staff was definitely the right decision!

--Unbelievable! I never imagined that mystical arts could be used to harm people and damage surveillance systems. It's absolutely terrifying!

--That's not mystical arts, it's evil arts. Anything used to harm people is not legitimate mystical arts!

To be precise, it's actually a mystical or forbidden art. Anyway, there's a lot to it. If you're interested, you can find relevant books to read. Feel free to message me for recommendations.

--They're selling study materials upstairs, daring to make money like that? Aren't they afraid of earning it but not living to spend it?

--Master Song fully affirms! The official authorities fully affirm! The Pu family fully denies!

--Catch them quickly, who knows what they might do while they're on the run.

--If evil magic is so powerful, mystical magic must be pretty good too. Could we ask Master Song to help us capture it? They have a mage on the other side; we can't show weakness!

Network Department.

The person in charge of monitoring public opinion was laughing uncontrollably in front of their computer.

"Brother Fu, what's so funny?"

A man named Brother Fu waved: "Come on, come on, let's read the comments together, we'll laugh ourselves to death."

Look at this, hahaha, this generation of netizens is so talented!

"Haha, that's true. But that last point makes a lot of sense. Shall we mention it to the higher-ups?"

Brother Fu clicked his tongue: "Do you think those higher up are all just sitting around doing nothing? Of course they could think of this. They might have already asked Master Song for help. We don't need to worry about it. We just need to monitor public opinion and do our job. Doing more and saying less is always the right thing to do."

His twenty years of workplace survival rules were a summary of his hard-earned lessons.

As he said, Lai Lao had already anticipated this; Song Qingge was on a video call with him.

Besides Mr. Lai, there were several other high-ranking leaders gathered in front of the small screen.

"Tsk, I say, Lao Lai, your monthly salary plus bonuses must be quite a lot, right? What's wrong with getting a bigger tablet? This small screen isn't big enough for the four of us to watch."

The debtor protested, "I usually use this by myself. You all insisted on coming because you heard I was going to have a video call with Master Song. I didn't invite you."

"Hey Lao Lai, that's not how it works. We also want to thank Master Song. Without Master Song, we really don't know when our city's surveillance system would be restored."

The debtor saw through it: "I think this is just an excuse you made up to see Master Song."

The four leaders, all tall and imposing, were looking down with guilty consciences, appearing pitiful.

"Do we have to admit it? Actually, we're here to personally announce the awards and commendations for Master Song."

The highest-ranking leader straightened his back, cleared his throat, and solemnly said, "Master Song, the commendations we have prepared for you include a promotion, a bonus of over ten million yuan, a luxury apartment in the city center, and a professorship at the highest public university in Jiangcheng. The academy does not currently offer any majors related to metaphysics, but that's alright. The school will personally establish a major for you, and enrollment will begin this year."

In addition, there are free places at all public primary, secondary and tertiary universities, and gold cards at major public hospitals nationwide, which can exempt you from various medical expenses, the costs of which are borne by the state.

Furthermore, the highest honor!

He paused.

The other three leaders waved their hands, shouting, "Clang, clang, clang!"

On the other side of the screen, Song Qingge rested her chin on her hand, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh.

I never expected my usually serious boss to be so...adorable in private.

However, she was indeed looking forward to seeing what the "most honorable" award would be.

"The largest electronic screen in the country will be playing a continuous video of your awards and honors, which we edited for you, Master Song, for a whole month! Surprising, isn't it!"

Deadbeat: ? ? ?

Song Qingge: ...

She smiled politely: "The last one, uh... well... I'm a rather low-key person, so how about we cancel it? Or change it to something else?"

A monthly subscription for playing short videos on all electronic screens nationwide would be a huge expense.

If all that money were converted into bonuses, wouldn't it be hundreds of millions of times more than those ridiculous social media videos you see everywhere?!

I put myself in the shoes of a debtor who defaults on debts and thought about it for a moment.

Social death.

Very social.

He added, "I think Master Song's idea makes a lot of sense. If you praise him so publicly, what if a lot of obsessive fans block his door? How will Master Song ever be able to go out again?"

The four leaders were puzzled: "Stalker fans?"

"That's right." Old Lai sat up straight and explained, "There are many kinds of fans who follow celebrities, such as solo fans, CP fans, and then there are sasaeng fans. In their fan circles, sasaeng fans are generally not considered fans. These fans are best at blocking people's doors and chasing them in private. Think about it, if you keep playing this on repeat for a month, and our Master Song is as beautiful as a flower, what if some sasaeng fans fall in love with her and block her door every day? Wouldn't you be doing more harm than good?"

The four leaders considered the matter carefully.

Finally, he nodded and said, "Old Debtor, what you said makes sense. I've decided to ask for permission to change it to a bonus."

Song Qingge's eyes lit up, she clasped her hands together, and whispered, "It must pass! Come on, come on, let wealth come from all directions...!"

Leaders: Hehe, our little Qingge is so cute!

(*￣︶￣)！ 」

Besides the official recognition, the most noticeable change after this news report was the flood of orders in Xuanmen's backend and the numerous comments from netizens requesting the opening of a channel for apprentice registration.

Besides training, the Xuanmen sect also takes on some simple orders for their disciples to complete, partly for training and partly to earn money to support two masters.

Seven apprentices: Really, Shuan Q.

The long lines of people making reservations outside Jiang's house every day have created a new and spectacular sight.

Song Qingge's appointments are already booked a year in advance.

Although she didn't know if she would live to see that day, it didn't matter. She had already made a will, donating all of her estate to a charity for charitable donations. These pre-booked job orders were passed on to her seven apprentices.

Seven disciples: ...

Sometimes life can be really boring.

……

Two days before the party ended, the dream still came on time every night, but it was different from before.

The dreams were different on the two days.

On the first day of the dream, the party scene was as usual, and Song Qingge was the first to enter the dream, and what she saw and heard was not much different.

The difference was that there were many bodyguards in black suits inside and outside the party, wearing headsets, and the average height was 1.9 meters.

With such layers of protection, the man in black was only five minutes later than before.

Five minutes later, they still broke in, the leader brandishing a dagger and charging straight at Jiang Zhou.

Just as Song Qingge was trying to cast a spell in the dream to save Jiang Zhou from disaster, the bodyguard captain and vice captain rushed out at the same time.

The captain lunged at Jiang Zhou, and the vice-captain lunged at her.

The dagger plunged into the bodyguard captain's abdomen, and as she was pushed to the ground, her body was propelled by an inexplicable force, and in that instant, her blood gushed out, causing her to vomit blood.

The remaining masked men in black were taken into custody by the bodyguard team.

Song Qingge looked at Jiang Zhou running towards her.

The ending changed; he didn't die, yet it seems like nothing changed at all.

One more person died.

She watched as the bodyguard captain collapsed to the ground, gradually losing vital signs, and a deep sense of powerlessness instantly enveloped her.

I don't know what other way there is to change this.

Perhaps, the King of Hell simply wants to take away a person's right to live.

The next day, just one day before the party, she did nothing and didn't ask Jiang Zhou what he had done.

In her dream that night, wherever she went, the captain and vice-captain of the bodyguards were always with her.

Without even asking, she knew that he was prepared to sacrifice himself.

But this method doesn't work.

Because she had made a pact, she had to shield him from this calamity.

So even if he saves her, she will still suffer the backlash and will not be at ease watching him sacrifice himself voluntarily.

This shouldn't be his destiny, so why is it so difficult to change it?

The way of Heaven is fair... This was the first time she had any doubts.

It's not that I doubt the fairness of Heaven's way, but rather that I don't understand it.

Why can't there be a win-win situation?

When falling asleep, Song Qingge rarely felt anxious; her whole body felt heavy, and her back was glued to the bed.

My chest felt like it was being crushed by a huge rock, so heavy that I couldn't breathe.

It felt like countless ants were gnawing at my heart, scratching and tingling, and no matter how much I pounded on it, I couldn't get rid of the blockage and let in air.

The men in black stormed into the banquet hall for the third time. This time, two men rushed out with knives, and the bodyguards were stopped by the other men in black.

The number of men in black remained the same, but the guests stood still, holding hands and standing in a row, like a solid wall blocking the bodyguards and surrounding them.

The bodyguards were unable to get in in time to protect them, and the two men in black, who were in the lead, simultaneously stabbed her and Jiang Zhou with knives.

The captain and vice-captain of the bodyguard team, who were rushing towards them, were also subdued and frozen in place. Apart from showing anxious expressions and struggling desperately, they were completely unable to stop what was happening.

The final day ended with both dying.

Opening her eyes, Song Qingge stared blankly at the ceiling, which was bathed in the faint white light from outside the window.

She nestled into a pair of strong arms around her waist, and the man's warm embrace felt like a body frozen in the winter night being gradually warmed by a blazing fire.

The warmth seeped into every pore of my body, spreading throughout my entire body along with the rushing blood.

My hands and feet, which were originally cold, gradually warmed up.

She finally came to her senses.

A deep, gentle voice sounded in my ear: "It's okay, I'll always be by your side, we'll face it together."

He took her small hand in his, held it tightly, and their fingers intertwined.

It's as if you'll lose it if you let your guard down.

Tonight is the last day. What changes will occur? She has no idea.

All she knew was that all she could do was break through that impenetrable wall of people!