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

Jiang Yang was completely baffled and didn't notice his third brother's gaze at him.

He kept pestering Song Qingge, asking, "How did those stones move? That's amazing!"

"This." Song Qingge took out a teleportation talisman.

As long as spiritual power allows, it is possible to move objects weighing thousands of kilograms.

"Wow, I want to learn too!" Jiang Yang exclaimed with admiration, his eyes sparkling.

Suddenly, Uncle Li strode in quickly, his steady steps faltering.

"What's wrong, Uncle Li? Even the bodyguards couldn't stop him?" Lin Jinhua asked anxiously.

If even the bodyguards can't stop it, the only option is to call the police.

However, the current online public opinion is unfavorable to them, and calling the police would likely attract even more criticism.

We had just reached a cooperation agreement with the He family, and everything seemed to be getting better, but then this happened.

"No, the bodyguards stopped them, they didn't dare to cause trouble." Uncle Li hesitated before continuing.

She guessed, "Has something else happened?"

"Hmm..." Li Shuci reported in a low voice, "There's an old lady whose clothes are patched and mended, and she seems to be living in poverty. She heard that the eldest young mistress knows metaphysics, so she came to ask for help."

The whole family looked at Song Qingge without prior arrangement.

Uncle Li had worked for the Jiang family for most of his life, and he would directly refuse most requests or those who came looking for trouble.

It won't be reported to them.

"But there are so many people outside right now. If we open the door, I'm afraid..."

"Open it up, they can't get in," Song Qingge said calmly, her expression resolute.

Uncle Li glanced at Jiang Zhou, who nodded.

He had no choice but to return to the gate with trepidation, where protesters were still holding up signs outside.

An elderly woman, squeezed at the front of the crowd, kept peering inside, her wrinkled eyes red and her face full of sorrow.

He put his hands behind his back, signaling to his bodyguards to get ready.

If those people rush in, he will risk his life to stop them for his master.

Press the button and the door will open automatically.

Almost instantly the protesters were shouting to rush in, but the next moment, they were all unable to move.

A sliver of golden light emanated from the villa area, lingering outside the gate and creating an invisible barrier.

The old lady turned around in fright, then burst into tears of joy.

You've found the right person!

She's found the right person!

Uncle Li's heart was in turmoil.

His eldest daughter-in-law is a miracle worker!

Without changing his expression, he said, "Our young mistress invites you in." He nodded to the head bodyguard and led the old lady in.

The door was then immediately closed.

The villa's display screen showed the surveillance footage at the gate in real time. Only after the gate was closed did Song Qingge leisurely withdraw her hand.

The gold thread disappeared from her slender fingertips.

The Jiang family members all stared wide-eyed.

Since the incident involving the He family and Jiang Yang, Jiang Yueming has become skeptical and will not easily doubt Song Qingge's abilities.

After all, such mysterious things cannot be explained by science.

She just couldn't get over Song Huli's snobbish attitude; Song Qingge was his daughter, and blood ties couldn't be severed.

Jiang Zhou stared at the girl's fingers without making a sound.

There seemed to be something there, but he couldn't see it.

When she looked up again, the girl's usually calm face had paled slightly.

It is very faint and not easily noticed, but if you look closely, you can see it clearly.

His long eyes darkened slightly, and he beckoned. The servant in the corner immediately stepped forward.

"Young Master, what are your orders?"

He whispered a few words to her, and the maid couldn't help but smile, trying to control her rising tone: "Yes, young master, I'll go prepare right away."

Before leaving, he stole several glances at the young mistress.

Who says the young master and young mistress aren't in love?

rumor!

……

Uncle Li brought the old lady over. He strode into the villa gate, but after a few steps, he realized no one was around and turned back.

The old woman hesitated, looking down timidly at her worn-out shoes covered in mud.

He glanced shyly at the wealthy family sitting neatly inside, then stepped on his left heel with his right foot and took off his shoe.

Suddenly, my arm tightened.

"It's alright, just come in." Song Qingge's cold voice was like warm sunshine at this moment, easing the old lady's embarrassment.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you." The old lady's eyes darted around, blinking evasively.

Lin Jinhua quickly stepped forward and helped the old lady into the house, saying, "It's alright, make yourself at home, don't be afraid."

Their villa was built in the suburbs, not far from the village.

Some villages have been targeted by developers, and many people have moved away, while many others have insisted on staying.

This old lady must be a resident of the village.

Song Qingge carefully helped the old lady sit down, then sat down beside her herself: "Grandma, you came all this way to see me, is something wrong?"

Seeing her mother-in-law's dark circles under her eyes and her sallow complexion, she guessed that something bad had happened.

However, it wasn't a life-threatening situation, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sigh..." The old woman sighed, her face full of worry. "I'm from a small village ten miles away. I was born in the village. When I was a child, the adults always said that it used to be a mass grave, but nothing strange happened back then, and the village was peaceful and harmonious."

At this point, the mother-in-law paused for a moment, her eyes filled with deep longing.

She wiped her eyes before continuing, "Everything changed after the developers came. We couldn't go home after sunset. Later, the villagers felt it was creepy and all moved away, leaving only my old man and me to continue living here."

The old house was her last thought for her son.

"Can't go home after the sun goes down? What does that mean?" Jiang Yang's childish face scrunched up.

Jiang Yueming couldn't help but be wary: "Mother-in-law, please don't say anything out of the ordinary."

Upon learning that Lin Jinhua had narrowly escaped an accident, Jiang Yueyao, the eldest sister-in-law, rushed back to the old house from her small home, just in time to overhear her mother-in-law's words.

Suspicion: "Aren't you afraid that your family will continue to live here?"

She had heard plenty of stories about gods and ghosts, but she didn't believe that ghosts existed in the world.

"I wouldn't dare say anything in front of important people like you," the old woman said fearfully, glancing to the side at the young, handsome man with a cold and menacing face.

Jiang Yang was also skeptical: "It's too bizarre, it doesn't seem real." It couldn't be explained by common sense.

Song Qingge looked at her mother-in-law carefully and asked in a calm voice, "Is it true that after the sun sets, if you go in from outside the village and walk around in a circle, you'll end up back at the starting point?"

"Hey!" The mother-in-law's hope instantly rekindled: "Yes, little girl, I've really found the right one! That's exactly it."

She hunched over and sighed, "The villagers all say it's because that place used to be a mass burial ground, it's bad luck, so they all went to the city to look for their sons and daughters."

"Then why don't you and your wife go to the city?" Jiang Yang asked, puzzled.

The other members of the Jiang family also scrutinized the old woman.

"Uh..." The mother-in-law's eyes suddenly turned completely red.

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Song Qingge withdrew her gaze from her mother-in-law's face and softly explained, "My mother-in-law and her husband depend on each other for survival."

She could tell that her mother-in-law had a son, but he had passed away, and she didn't want to reopen old wounds.

The old woman's wrinkled hands clenched tightly, her fingernails turning white from the effort.

She lowered her head, not wanting her sudden sadness to frighten anyone.

The Jiang family members remained silent.

Even if you don't understand, you can still tell what it means.

Apart from Jiang Yang.

"What? You haven't had a child yet... Hmm!" He turned his head and poked his third brother.

Jiang Zhou simply covered his mouth, her expression unchanged: "You can continue."

Song Qingge grasped her mother-in-law's cold hand: "I can help you solve this. Take me to the village."