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

"No!"

Tang Chengze grabbed Jiang Zhou and his father, saying, "You have to take me with you!"

"Well……"

Several people scanned it from top to bottom.

Song Qingge cast a suspicious glance at her: "You're going to go on crutches?"

Bringing along a person with a limp is not a good idea.

"Go away, stop fooling around. You stay home with your mother and wait for us to come back."

The place called Mu City is very unlucky. Every time he goes there on a business trip, he always gets sick when he comes back.

He didn't want to go this time, but he knew that the Xu family would definitely target Xiao Zhou and Master Song.

In particular, Xu Mingchang and his son, who have gradually gained power in the past two years, hate Xiao Zhou to the core.

After all, Xiao Zhou was too outstanding and was blocking their way.

How many times have they taken away their marks?

If he didn't go with them, who knows what methods the father and son would use against Xiao Zhou and Master Song.

So he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go.

Suddenly, a hand appeared before them, with a yellow talisman in its palm.

He asked in surprise, "Master Song, what is this?"

"amulet."

Song Qingge's cool eyes remained calm: "Mu City is an extremely yin place. People with ordinary temperaments are not used to it. Mr. Tang, you always get sick when you come back, and that's why."

"I see." Tang Zhishan then prepared to take his son's phone.

"No need, the ten million from earlier is enough to buy the talisman." Song Qingge stopped Tang Zhishan from transferring the money.

This is the truth.

Ten million is more than enough to buy talismans and find people.

She gave him the talisman so that Tang Zhishan wouldn't get injured or sick on the way.

Secondly, she understood that the Tang family didn't need to attend the Xu family's family reunion banquet; Tang Zhishan changed his mind to go for their sake.

This time in Mu City, we will definitely need to rely on the Tang family's power for protection.

As a sorcerer, she never owes anyone favors, nor does she take advantage of freebies.

What's free is often the most expensive.

The next morning, after repeated farewells from the Jiang and Tang families, the three finally got into the black Bentley and set off.

They didn't choose the Tiffany blue Rolls-Royce for the Kaijiang Boat because they wanted to keep a low profile.

Comparatively speaking, black is less eye-catching.

Along the way, the driver focused on driving, while Song Qingge listened to Tang Zhishan and Jiang Zhou in the back seat talking about the Xu family's expansion in the business landscape over the past two years.

Tang Zhishan sighed, "Xu Mingchang has some connections. I heard that he even invited Mr. Liu, the global financial tycoon, to the family reunion banquet. If nothing unexpected happens, Mr. Liu will cooperate with them. With Mr. Liu's funds backing them up, the Xu family's future should not be underestimated."

It's obvious that once the Xu family rises to power, the first family they'll eliminate will be the Jiang family.

Whether as a friend or a businessman, he did not want the Xu family to become too powerful.

After all, the Xu family is too unscrupulous in doing business.

They do everything.

They don't pick and choose.

A well-known "dirty" person in the industry.

If they are allowed to develop, the business district will be in turmoil.

Moreover, many innocent people will be dragged into this and become victims.

He didn't want to see that day.

Only by cooperating with the Jiang family can we slow down the Xu family's progress.

Jiang Zhou narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp: "They won't be able to develop."

A nonchalant confidence, composed yet unquestionable.

With those words, Tang Zhishan felt relieved and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Good, the future belongs to you young people. If you have any problems in the future, just come to your Uncle Tang."

"Yes, I will," Jiang Zhou replied.

His eyes darted around, fixed on the girl in the front passenger seat.

Song Qingge listened to the whole thing but didn't feel much, though she did remember the name Miss Liu.

……

The drive between Jiangcheng and Mucheng takes about an hour. They stopped at a gas station along the way to refuel.

As soon as the vehicle pulled into the gas station, a crowd of people gathered around the car in front of it.

The gas station attendant stared intently at the fuel tank, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

She froze for two seconds, screamed, threw away the gas pump, and ran back to the convenience store to find someone.

Song Qingge stared straight ahead.

It's a Porsche.

The Westerner standing next to the car, dressed in a designer suit, is likely the car owner.

His face was filled with terror.

She stared at the oil gun shrouded in black smoke, understanding dawning on her.

"What's going on? Why are you stuck in the traffic?" Tang Zhishan opened the car door and got out to ask.

Song Qingge and Jiang Zhou also got out of the car.

She stopped Tang Zhishan, saying, "Don't come near, there's something evil."

Although there are amulets available, there's no need to waste one.

Upon hearing this, Tang Zhishan had no choice but to give up.

Song Qingge approached.

The fuel gauge showed a soaring amount, but the needle in the fuel tank remained motionless, or even dropped.

"Is this oil being sucked back in? How can such a strange thing happen?"

"The money's gone, and the gas wasn't even added."

The car owners' murmurs reached Song Qingge's ears.

The gas station attendant returned with the deputy station manager, and they tried to adjust the fuel gauge, but to no avail.

The two were at a loss.

"The fuel tank is like this because it has been invaded by an evil spirit that devours fortune," Song Qingge said in a deep voice. "Once it is dispelled, it will return to normal."

"Evil spirits?"

The deputy station manager and the car owner spoke in unison.

The driver's blond hair was blown into a mess, and his standard Mandarin had no foreign accent whatsoever.

Completely baffled: "What is an evil spirit?"

The car owners who were watching laughed.

"Little girl, stop joking. What evil spirits? Do you think this is a novel?"

"Quite superstitious for such a young age."

The gas station attendant didn't quite believe it either.

He advised the deputy stationmaster, "It's probably just a problem with the fuel tank; we can get someone to fix it."

Having never seen anything so bizarre before, the deputy stationmaster was at a loss and actually believed what the girl said.

He turned to make a phone call.

Song Qingge simply turned to the foreign car owner: "They can't solve this, only I can help you, Ms. Liu."

As soon as she finished speaking, Miss Liu's blue pupils suddenly dilated.

How do you know my name?

She turned to look at Jiang Zhou beside the Bentley.

Miss Liu looked over and recognized him: "Is that Jiang Zhou?"

Although he had never worked with Jiang Zhou, he had often seen Jiang Zhou on the headlines of financial news.

I greatly admire Jiang Zhou's business acumen.

Even though the Jiang family is currently at its lowest point, he believes that with Jiang Zhou's abilities, he will definitely be able to lead the Jiang family back to its peak.

He was invited by the Xu family to investigate whether or not to cooperate with them.

Jiang Zhou recognized Miss Liu, nodded, and walked closer.

"Hello, Mr. Liu, this is my wife."

"Oh!" Miss Liu exclaimed in realization, "You have a very beautiful wife."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Miss Liu asked, "Ms. Song, thank you for your help."

He was also very curious about what that "evil spirit" was.

Song Qingge nodded calmly, and a yellow talisman flew out from her fingertips.

The evil spirit wrapped around the oil gun has appeared.

"Ah! What's that?!"

Everyone gasped in shock, and the deputy station chief, who had just returned from making a phone call, looked terrified.

"There really is an evil spirit?!"

Song Qingge smiled slightly.

This step was simply to let them see the evil spirits.

She held the spatial talisman in her hand and waved it lightly.

A vintage piano appeared out of nowhere.

She sat at the piano bench, her slender fingers moving nimbly and gracefully as she played a piece of music.

As the notes danced, the sound waves formed a vortex-like tornado, sweeping straight towards the evil creature.