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

Long, slender fingers danced rapidly across the black and white piano keys.

The sonic vortex swirled faster and faster, getting closer and closer to the evil entity.

Layers of black rolled up.

The evil thing wrapped around the oil gun shook violently and struggled.

Song Qingge gazed intently, the notes played by her fingertips growing ever more powerful and vigorous.

Each sound wave was like a cold arrow, striking the evil creature.

Every time it tries to break free.

The vortex then accelerated its rotation, swirling up all the blackness and tangling it together.

The increasingly cumbersome body moved nimbly towards the resonator of the vintage grand piano.

Song Qingge's almond-shaped eyes suddenly turned cold.

The music played on the fingertips suddenly changed, reaching its climax.

Every note was passionate and powerful, like warriors shouting and fighting on the battlefield.

The vortex swirled towards the front of the instrument, and the black evil was instantly sucked into the resonance chamber.

At this moment, Song Qingge lightly touched the piano keys with her fingertips, and the music changed again. The gentle and soothing music was like a mother's warm hand caressing her.

The evil creature that had been struggling violently just now had lost the strength to struggle.

As the music drew to a close, the lid of the resonator slowly closed.

Until finally, the evil entity was completely sealed away.

The song ended.

The gas station suddenly fell silent.

It was so quiet that the only sound was the whooshing of cars speeding by.

People were stunned.

Suddenly, the gas station attendant stammered, "Fuel, fuel, the fuel gauge is back to normal!"

His pupils dilated in shock, and he grabbed the deputy stationmaster's arm and shook it violently.

Deputy Station Master: ...Thanks for the invitation, I'm almost due.

Song Qingge gracefully rose from the piano bench, flicked two fingers, and released a spatial talisman.

The piano was then put into the collection.

To others, it seemed as if he had vanished into thin air.

The music just now felt like a dream.

It was like a war that rose and fell, from fierce battles to a peaceful victory.

Everything was so dreamlike.

Incredible!

The words of doubt could no longer be uttered.

Jiang Zhou's thin lips curved slightly, and the girl's figure gradually magnified in his dark eyes.

He was focused.

His cold, hawk-like eyes were filled with tenderness.

Song Qingge calmly looked at the fuel gauge, and the amount and fuel level had returned to normal.

At this moment, Miss Liu finally came to her senses from the shock.

He has traveled to many countries around the world.

Different countries have different beliefs, and he has his too.

Naturally, I've heard many ghost stories.

At that moment, he clearly realized that metaphysics was real.

Ghosts and monsters are not just legends!

If it weren't for Miss Song, he wouldn't have been able to leave today, and he might have already been possessed by evil spirits.

He was truly at a loss as to what to do when he was entangled with those things.

Miss Song is his benefactor.

He excitedly stepped forward and warmly embraced Song Qingge: "Thank you, Master Song."

Just as my hands were about to reach behind her back, a chill ran down my spine.

Look up.

A cold gaze was fixed on him.

He smiled and let go, explaining, "Mr. Jiang, I got a little carried away. I'm sorry."

After paying for the gas, he planned to transfer one million yuan directly to Song Qingge.

Asking a sorcerer to solve a problem will definitely cost money.

What's free is often the most expensive.

Song Qingge stopped him: "Just give me one yuan."

"One dollar?"

So cheap?

Miss Liu was surprised.

He has nothing but money.

Money that can never be spent.

He likes to give money to people he likes; it's his hobby.

He gets uncomfortable if we don't let him spend money.

Are you sure?

"Confirmed." Song Qingge's clear eyes remained calm and unwavering.

Perhaps Master Song has some rule about charging less money?

Although she was upset, Miss Liu eventually transferred one dollar and added her contact information.

At most, I'll find another opportunity to give Master Song money later.

Upon receiving the one yuan, Song Qingge smiled contentedly and accepted Miss Liu's friend request.

After refueling, Ms. Liu said goodbye to them: "Master Song, General Manager Jiang, General Manager Tang, see you next time."

Afterwards, they got into their respective cars and continued their journey to Mu.

Tang Zhishan, who had been holding back his question, finally asked curiously, "Why did you only charge Miss Liu one yuan? Didn't you lose money?"

They should at least collect ten or twenty million.

Song Qingge's clear eyes said, "For Miss Liu, money that she can't spend is the kind she'll always remember."

What she wanted was for Miss Liu to feel indebted to them.

Although one dollar is enough to sever the causal relationship between them, for investors like Miss Liu, the more they like something, the more money they like to throw into it.

Since we're going to the Xu family in Mu City, we should naturally hold more cards in our hands.

Miss Liu is the trump card among them.

Tang Zhishan clapped and cheered.

He clicked his tongue in amazement and said, "Xiao Zhou, you'd better not make your wife angry in the future. If she wants to punish you, your parents and I won't be able to help."

He's intelligent, capable, and possesses skills that are unattainable for others—who would dare mess with him?!

Upon hearing the word "wife," Song Qingge's almond-shaped eyes paused.

I instinctively wanted to explain.

The man interrupted her: "I know, I try not to upset her."

As he finished speaking, his deep, long eyes fixed on the girl in the driver's seat.

Through the rearview mirror, Song Qingge met the man's smiling eyes.

Suddenly, he froze.

A face with sharp angles and perfect facial folds, its smile is irresistibly charming.

Without even thinking, she blurted out, "You look so beautiful when you smile."

next second!

Regret!

Screech!

The driver was so startled that he slammed on the brakes.

He quickly explained, "It was too cold, my leg trembled a little, I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang."

The train carriage is well-heated; there's no way it's cold.

He was clearly frightened by her words.

Song Qingge silently slipped into the tattered bag, preparing to use an invisibility talisman to hide temporarily.

That's so embarrassing!

Just as she picked up the talisman with two fingers, she heard the magnetic voice of the man in the back row chuckle: "If you like it, then so be it."

Tang Zhishan smiled kindly, shook his head, and looked out the window.

He misses his wife too.

In the latter half of the journey, to avoid accidentally revealing her true feelings again, Song Qingge kept quiet.

Half an hour later, the vehicle successfully entered Mucheng.

Suddenly, the air pressure dropped.

You can feel the heavy pressure when you step on the ground of Mu City.

It felt like a heavy boulder was pressing down on me, and I was carrying it forward.

Although it was daytime, the sun was high in the sky, and the temperature wasn't too low, the chill was penetrating to the bone.

The cold was so intense that even wearing several layers of clothing couldn't ward it off.

Looking around, yin and yang coexist.

On the street, you can see the people of Mu City shrouded in yin energy almost every few steps.

They just can't see it.

Hotels, restaurants, and other establishments are all bearing the Xu family's logo.

Tang Zhishan warned, "From now on, we need to be more careful and pay attention to whether anyone is following us when we go out." Even if you have a talisman, it can only protect you once.

You can't rely on amulets forever.

"The Xu family has eyes and ears everywhere in Mu City. I'm afraid Xu Mingchang and his son already know you've entered the city." Tang Zhishan frowned. "I'll take you to my hotel."

Tangjia Wine has been in Mucheng for many years, cooperating with various families, large and small, and has its own businesses.

Only staying in your own hotel is safe.

No sooner had they finished speaking than a Maybach blocked their way.

A man in his forties wearing a black suit got out of the passenger seat and nodded respectfully.

"President Jiang, President Tang, and Miss Song, our General Manager Xu knows that you have come from afar and has specially provided you with the best accommodations."

Please come with me.