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

"Are you crazy?!"

"Ugh, this is filthy! I hope that old man doesn't have some kind of infectious disease. If he does, I'm doomed."

People shouted and pushed them away, and the Xu family didn't want to get involved.

Song Qingge's cold voice calmed the entire room: "He's not sick, he just suffered a backlash and vomited blood."

She approached with steady, light steps.

Stop one meter away from the master.

Her almond-shaped eyes were clear and cold as she stared straight ahead.

His eyes remained completely expressionless.

Bottomless.

His magic was so advanced that he couldn't even discern the slightest trend of her fortune.

Is she dying?

Or is it that he simply can't see through her?

He was willing to believe it was the former.

"Do you have any evidence for what you're saying?" the master asked calmly.

Song Qingge smiled faintly.

He remained silent for a long while, then took a half-step back.

In Xu Mingchang's view, this action was a sign of backing down because they couldn't produce evidence.

What's there to be afraid of!

He retorted, "Miss Song, I've tolerated you time and time again because you're President Jiang's wife. I never expected that you would not only frame me but also slander the musician I invited. I can no longer tolerate your wrongdoing in my home."

"Someone! Please ask Miss Song to leave!"

The resounding command echoed through the air.

None of the bodyguards guarding the garden entrance stepped forward.

"Are you all deaf?!" Xu Mingchang frowned.

Suddenly, I realized that my father could also command a bodyguard team.

Before he could turn around to ask his father's opinion, he heard Song Qingge speak again.

"Mr. Xu, what's the rush? I'd like to ask you, what's the meaning behind arranging for us to stay in that little villa in the city center? We outsiders don't know, but surely you, the heir of the prestigious Xu family of Mu City, don't know how many people have died in that little villa?"

These words shocked even Old Master Xu.

He demanded in a stern voice, "Tell me the truth, which room did you arrange for them?"

"I……"

Xu Mingchang clenched his fist.

He never expected that they would discover something wrong with the house.

But so what if there are problems?

Who would believe in ghosts?

He stubbornly denied it: "Millions of soldiers have died on this land. According to Miss Song, houses where people have died are haunted and uninhabitable. Does that mean we, the people of Mucheng, can't survive?"

The guests looked down on it:

"Yes, the young girl is so superstitious."

"So what if people have died here? Who knows, maybe more than one person has died on this very land we're standing on."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, it's creepy."

Song Qingge glanced over indifferently: "There really were dead things under your feet, more than one."

"What?!"

People immediately scattered.

Xu Mingchang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He stared intently at Song Qingge.

My heart is pounding.

How did she know those things?

How much does she know?

No, she shouldn't be able to know.

How could Song Qingge possibly find out about a business that even the Jiang family didn't know about?

Don't scare yourself.

He calmed himself down and said, "Miss Song, don't scare me. There's no such thing as a supernatural thing in the world."

"Okay, I hope you can stick to your story later and not be intimidated."

After saying that, Song Qingge snapped her fingers.

In an instant, the night sky was covered with dark clouds.

The temperature dropped suddenly.

People were trembling.

A cold wind blew by, producing a mournful and eerie sound.

She lightly raised two fingers, and a transparent dome enveloped everyone inside.

In an instant, the world before everyone's eyes changed.

"Ah! Ms. Xu, what's that on you?"

"I saw it too."

The speaker swallowed hard, then randomly grabbed someone next to him and pulled them into his arms.

Everyone huddled together, watching helplessly as ethereal figures drifted over and surrounded Xu Mingchang, his son, and the master.

The girl with chestnut-brown curly hair and a beauty mark in the teardrop was the first to speak, followed by the others.

"You three gathered us together and told us to kill those two people, and now you're denying it? What are we supposed to do?"

A male ghost pointed at the master and angrily rebuked him: "You said that if we killed them, we could enter the cycle of reincarnation, but you didn't keep your word!"

"You also asked us to kill a man named Xu Chuanrong in that house, and we did it."

"And we successfully completed our mission in the highway accident four months ago! Why won't you let us enter reincarnation? Answer us!"

The wronged spirits clamored for an explanation, and Xu Mingchang and his two companions hurriedly tried to explain, but no one listened anymore.

The guests, initially frightened, gradually became fascinated by the gossip.

Some people guessed: "Could the car accident on the highway four months ago be the one I'm thinking of?"

Everyone turned to look at Jiang Zhou without prior arrangement.

Who else could it be?

The girl with the beauty mark under her eye popped out and explained, "That's right, we were going to run him over! It's a pity he didn't die, but their family's luck has taken a sharp turn for the worse, and he's not far from dying himself."

After saying that, she secretly winked mischievously at Song Qingge.

What I just said was, of course, a lie.

But it was the truth, and Xu Mingchang and the other two couldn't explain it.

This silence is quite meaningful.

The guests discussed it amongst themselves, all agreeing that the little ghost was right.

The Jiang family did indeed begin to decline after that car accident.

There has been speculation within the industry that the Jiang family may have gotten involved with something unclean.

So everyone avoids it and doesn't dare to get close.

With this explanation, everything makes sense.

"My God, this is terrifying! There are actually ways to kill people like this."

"You know what, Xu Chuanrong's death was really suspicious." The man lowered his voice as he spoke, "Otherwise, why wouldn't the master have ordered that Xu Chuanrong not be mentioned and even expelled his eldest grandson from the family register? Wasn't it because he was afraid people would gossip that the Xu family had gotten involved with something unclean?"

"It turns out that the Xu family didn't get involved; they brought it on themselves."

The master panicked completely.

Why is this happening?

The ability to make a group of people see the spirit at the same time is something that ordinary esoteric practitioners cannot do.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

I have severe abdominal cramps.

The pain felt like all the organs in my body were being twisted, churned, and torn apart.

This is the backlash from the Spirit Gathering Array.

He understood everything.

No wonder he couldn't see her message earlier; it turns out his magic power was far inferior to hers.

He took a difficult step and walked towards Song Qingge.

People quickly made way for each other, afraid of being bumped into.

Faced with that calm yet youthful face again, the master dared not underestimate him any longer.

He stammered as he asked, "When did you discover that I had set up a spirit-gathering array?"

"The moment I stepped inside." To be precise, I discovered it the moment I entered the street.

Song Qingge's cool eyes remained calm and undisturbed.

To ensure he died knowing the truth, I added a further explanation: "I inserted the peach wood sword, breaking the formation. As the one who set up the formation, you will naturally suffer a backlash. Moreover, you arbitrarily altered the steps of the spirit-gathering formation so that you could use them to your advantage, as tools to kill me and my husband."

But you overestimated your own magic, and underestimated me even more.

A peach wood sword, no wonder.

The master laughed heartily, looking up at the sky.

He had been working for his boss for so many years, and he never imagined that one day he would lose to a little girl.

In an instant, the smiling face twisted into a ferocious grimace, a look that was both a warning and a threat: "Even if you see through my formation, he won't survive. You want to save the Jiang family? You'll die too."

The Jiang family is doomed.

After saying this, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he tilted his head back, bending his neck.

It fell straight down.

He committed suicide.

It is a method of suicide by cutting one's throat.

Song Qingge frowned.

This is a lost evil technique, planted by someone with higher magical power into a person with lower magical power. The person with lower magical power cannot resist even if they do so against their will.

The caster will include the conditions for the spell to take effect in the incantation.

The spell will be triggered automatically when the conditions are met, or it may be triggered by the person under the spell.

However, the manner of death was bizarre, and no biological cause of death could be found.

Seeing someone die right in front of them, everyone was stunned and screamed as they retreated to a corner to hide.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Xu Mingchang and his son completely broke down.

Once the murder is confirmed, the second wife's family will never be able to recover!

Xu Mingchang scrambled forward, dragging his son to his knees before Old Master Xu: "Dad, it really wasn't me! It was all that sorcerer's doing! His evil arts have nothing to do with me! I really don't know what he's up to! You have to believe me!"

As long as his father trusts him, the Xu family can suppress what happened tonight.

At most, news of a ghost story will spread, but it will all be over in a while.

As for Xu Chuanrong, he's already dead. Does the old man really want to send him and his son to prison for the sake of a dead man?

The Xu family still needs him.

The old man wouldn't do that!

Old Xu, leaning on his cane, got up from the chair and helped Xu Mingchang and his son to their feet.

"dad!"

"grandfather!"

The father and son saw hope.

Even if we know the truth, the Jiang family has no power now, and no one will believe us no matter what we say.

With tears welling in his eyes, Xu Mingchang said, "Dad, you must believe me! The Xu family will still need me and Chuanli's help in the future. We will definitely make the Xu family great and prosperous!"

After saying this, Old Xu patted the father and son on the shoulders.

The other branches of the Xu family rolled their eyes at the sight.

They didn't understand the old man's thoughts, but what could they say?

Xu Mingchang excitedly rushed up to Song Qingge: "Hahaha, Song Qingge, nobody will believe you, you're just a superstitious lunatic!"

How can anyone believe what a madman says!

He knew the old man had doubts, but so what? Among his sons and grandsons, besides his second branch, who else could support the Xu family?

For the sake of the Xu family, the old man has to endure it!

From now on, the Xu family will be his and his son's domain!

Before he could even put on a smug smile, all the bodyguards rushed in and grabbed the father and son.

"Why are you grabbing me and my dad?! Let go!"

"I'm your boss, how dare you lay a hand on me!"

Suddenly, the sound of police sirens blared, drowning out the shouts of the father and son.

The police entered, showed their police IDs and arrest warrants: "Xu Mingchang, Xu Chuancheng, and Cheng Lanfeng, the police suspect you of premeditated murder and attempted murder by deliberately causing a car accident. Please come with us for investigation."

The case of Xu Chuanrong remains unresolved.

Four months ago, there was a car accident on the highway. The brakes were clearly faulty, but the cause of the problem could not be found during the investigation.

They were very troubled and desperately wanted to solve the case.

Fortunately, we received the evidence provided by the person who reported the incident today.

Xu Mingchang's eyes widened, and he spat out words: "Song Qingge, you made a false police report, didn't you! The police are arresting her!"

Before Song Qingge could speak, Master Xu tapped his cane.

A stern voice, utterly unquestionable: "I was the one who called the police. Any doubts?"