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

The others turned around to look.

Suddenly, all the bodyguards who had been lying on the ground stood up.

The wounds on his body have healed.

The bloodstains on the ground disappeared.

The floor was so spotless and clean it reflected light, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"What happened?"

The bodyguards quickly entered and surrounded the man in black.

In China, gun ownership is illegal, so they can only engage in close combat, but that's enough for them given their rigorous training.

Moreover, they have 99 brothers behind them.

Liang Xin shook her head and muttered, "No, this isn't working right. What went wrong? Or is it still a dream? It shouldn't be like this."

He shook his head and came to his senses.

He took a few deep breaths: "Although I don't know what kind of magic you used, it's useless. No matter how strong they are, would they dare to hit these distinguished guests?"

If word gets out tomorrow that the Jiang family's banquet resulted in heavy casualties, the reputation they've built up as a model village will likely be ruined.

"Hahaha!" Pu Shengwei laughed wildly, throwing his head back. "Do you know how many years I've waited for this night? I want to see you kneel down and beg for mercy, to see you die in agony before my eyes..."

He suddenly stopped.

Her eyes widened: "No, the most painful thing is to see the person you love die in front of you first. That's exactly how it should be!"

He pointed his gun at Song Qingge.

Pull the bolt.

Ouch!

The bullet flew towards Song Qingge.

He was shot in the chest.

Song Qingge fell to the ground.

"Qingge!"

The world seemed to stand still for a moment.

Everyone was looking this way.

The bodyguards immediately opened fire, quickly taking down the men in black and rushing forward.

Liang Xin snapped his fingers and gave the order: "Form a human wall and stop them."

Before coming, he had discussed it with Pu Shengwei. The black-clad men they hired were unregistered and couldn't stop Jiang Zhou's group of bodyguards.

They dare to target unregistered residents, but they wouldn't dare target the invited VIPs.

The best way is to control these VIPs and make them a human wall to block the group of bodyguards.

Use this time to deal with Song Qingge and Jiang Zhou.

Although the plan encountered some unexpected problems, Song Qingge had made arrangements in advance, but she did not expect that they still had a backup plan.

Liang Xin said smugly, "Song Qingge, you're still too arrogant."

He glanced at Pu Shengwei, who gave a wicked smile and pointed his gun at Jiang Zhou, who was holding Song Qingge's body and looking bewildered.

The moment to pull the bolt.

He was suddenly kicked in the back, rolled 360 degrees and fell to the ground.

Before he could react, Liang Xin's arms were grabbed and held.

I looked up.

Terrified: "You?!"

The bodyguard captain stood ramrod straight, his face cold and serious.

Liang Xin couldn't believe it. He looked around and saw that all the guests were clear-headed and not under his control at all.

How could that be?

For ordinary people, manipulation techniques are almost never unsuccessful, unless they have extremely strong willpower or have accumulated great merit and are not susceptible to being manipulated by evil magic.

He has investigated in detail, and there are no such exceptions among these people.

Why does it fail?

"Because you are too arrogant."

suddenly.

Liang Xin looked toward the source of the female voice.

His pupils dilated in shock: "You!"

The scene of the bodyguard "coming back to life" outside the door just now reappeared before her eyes. Song Qingge stood up, her wounds healed.

The bloodstains on the ground disappeared completely.

Even Jiang Zhou, whose face was covered in tears, was stunned.

The bodyguard captain strode over in a few steps: "Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry, your wife told us not to tell you."

The bodyguards nodded solemnly.

I was terrified that if I was even a second too slow, I would be fired.

"It's not their fault. The reason they didn't tell you is because they used a reverse tracking technique on you."

Song Qingge explained, "After I started having dreams, I wondered why I always felt like I was being watched."

It seems that whatever we do, the other person in our dream will react before we do, change their approach, and reappear.

No matter what we do, we can't change our inevitable fate of death; in the end, we might even both die. Later, I came to understand that.

Just like when she used reverse tracking to resolve the problem for her uncle Qin Qianlin, the other party forcibly used magic to modify Jiang Zhou's fate and leave traces on him.

This trace of magic gave them the opportunity to track down Jiang Zhou.

Unlike technological tracking such as listening devices and locators, magical tracking is about tracking things related to metaphysics.

In other words, anything metaphysical or other related to the person being tracked, such as prophetic dreams or even their recent fate, will be tracked.

The other party can use this information to make plans in advance, which is equivalent to a "pig butchering scam" in the metaphysical world.

Liang Xin was caught red-handed: "What exactly did you do? Why are you unharmed after being shot? Why were they able to revive? Why can't I control these guests?"

At this point, he has little chance of winning.

He will not rest in peace until he understands these issues.

Song Qingge smiled and said, "It's actually very simple."

She narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, raised her hand and swept it across the ground. Where the golden light touched, a wooden doll appeared.

The face resembled Song Qingge's, but there was a hole in the chest, the very spot where Song Qingge had been shot.

"A puppet warding off disaster!" Liang Xin exclaimed in surprise.

This kind of technique is extremely difficult to master; it is a high threshold that he could not reach even after practicing day and night.

"That's right." Song Qingge calmly gazed at the wooden dolls scattered on the ground outside the banquet hall.

He sighed deeply, "Making these puppets took a lot of my spiritual energy. Fortunately, the heavens seem to be favoring me lately, and my spiritual energy is recovering particularly quickly, which is why I was able to finish carving these puppets before tonight."

She had discussed it with the head of the bodyguards beforehand, and decided not to deploy too many people at the hotel entrance and banquet hall at the beginning, so as to make it easier for Pu Shengwei's men to break in.

First, she must use this night's events to turn the tables and end this long-standing entanglement of cause and effect, and thoroughly understand the matter.

Secondly, carving a wooden doll is very time-consuming, and she doesn't have enough energy to carve a hundred ward-off-disaster wooden dolls. Therefore, she must reduce the number of people in the front hall so that the other bodyguards can guard the side and back doors without being in danger.

The person who remained in front of the foyer and banquet hall was a person carrying a wooden doll, who protected them from the disaster.

Everyone followed Song Qingge's gaze and looked out.

The wounds on all the wooden dolls on the ground corresponded to the locations of the bodyguards' injuries.

Their ripped uniforms are evidence.

This is not nonsense.

Everyone was shocked and dared not utter a sound. They could only stare at Song Qingge with wide eyes, filled with both admiration and fear.

This is not human.

It came from God!

"Impossible! You can die!" Pu Shengwei cocked his gun at Jiang Zhou.

In the emergency, the bodyguard captain rushed out and stood in front of him.

Everyone leaned forward nervously, afraid of hearing the gunshot.

However, no gunshots were heard for quite some time.

Pu Shengwei tried to pull the bolt, but to no avail.

His hands were completely immobile.

"Don't waste your energy. While I was explaining to you, I used a partial immobilization spell on you while you were engrossed in listening, freezing your hand and the bullets in the gun."

In the end, Pu Shengwei, Liang Xin, and others were taken away by the police, and everything finally came to an end.

The news shocked the world. For seven days and seven nights, the entire internet was filled with anger and condemnation of the Pu family and Liang Xin's gang, as well as lingering fear.

Many people went to the temple to pray for Jiang Zhou and Song Qingge. The continuous flow of faith, including the elimination of Liang Xin and his gang of evil sorcerers, and the merits accumulated by Song Qingge, helped her break through the final bottleneck.

Grandma Heaven said with relief, "I didn't expect to see you again so soon, Qingge."

This time, the hazy mist between them disappeared, but on the other side was only Granny Paradise.

Where is my grandmother?

The Heavenly Granny smiled kindly: "Don't you care who you are?"

For hundreds of years, no one has been able to reach this position. Unexpectedly, hundreds of years later, it is still the same person who has reached this place.

"Don't rush, you will see the person you are meant to see in time." Granny Paradise gracefully folded her hands and let them hang down in front of her.

Stepping on something white and fluffy like a cloud, it flew to her, and a holy white light gently touched her forehead.

"Congratulations, Song Qingge. You have completed your cultivation. You will not need to reincarnate to cultivate in your next life."

Song Qingge was filled with questions; she had so many to ask: "So who am I? Where are my grandma and mom? What about Grandpa Jiang and the others? What will happen to the little ghost? Who are you?"

"Wow~" Grandma Heaven said with relief, "Finally, a question about me, my good child. You can just call me Grandma Wen. You can think of me as my profession, like the human resources department in your company. I'm the head of the department, responsible for recruiting talent."

As for your other questions, I will answer them one by one.

"Do you know the Grandmother of the Xuanmen Sect? She was the previous successor of the Xuanmen Sect."

"Of course." Anyone who studies metaphysics knows the Grandmother of the Xuanmen School.

That's the founding father of metaphysics.

"Don't tell me she's my great-great-grandmother." With such an impressive background, it's impossible for her maternal grandmother not to know, and it's impossible for her not to tell her.

Grandma Wen smiled mysteriously: "Congratulations, you guessed wrong."

She used her slender hand to draw a virtual screen in the air, and some images appeared on it.

First, it depicted the life of a diligent young woman from ancient times, and as her aging face appeared before her, Song Qingge recognized her: "This, isn't this my great-great-great-grandmother?"

My grandmother was still alive at the time. She was only thirteen years old and had only been practicing metaphysics for a few years. She accidentally found a black and white photo while doing a thorough cleaning before the Spring Festival.

It was blurry, but she was immediately drawn to the elegant woman in the picture.

Although her hair was gray, she had an extraordinary temperament and was a great beauty.

"This is the very Grandmother of the Xuanmen Sect."

"What?! The Xuanmen Group's Grandma is really my great-great-great-grandmother?!" Song Qingge couldn't believe it.

Why didn't her grandmother tell her?

"No." Granny Wen smiled. "You are the reincarnation of the ancestral grandmother of the Xuanmen sect. You have always been the sole successor of the Xuanmen sect."

Song Qingge was deeply shocked and could not calm down for a long time. When she saw her grandmother, mother, grandfather Jiang and great-grandfather Xiaogui appear in front of her at the same time, she could not help but burst into tears.

"Xiao Ge." Grandma and Mom rushed over and hugged her.

She didn't know how long the hug lasted, only that she later cried herself to sleep in Jiang Zhou's arms.

In her dream, Granny Wen told her not to worry about the little ghost, that it would stay with Yue Lingyu and wouldn't need to reincarnate.

And she truly kept her promise.

The next day, Jiang Zhou and I went to the Civil Affairs Bureau and got our marriage certificate.

(End of the article)