Shocking! A master of metaphysics has been mind-reading!

After saying that, Xia Wange glanced at him and asked, "How much of a discount will I give you?"

"No, no, no!" Zhang Song shook his head like a rattle drum. "I was just asking out of curiosity. I thought someone with your skills could just do it by pinching your fingers."

"Using my fingers isn't out of the question, but that's quite expensive. Don't worry, though, I have solid fundamentals; I'm pretty good at both fortune telling and face reading." Xia Wange quickly scanned all the birth charts. "Do you want to talk about your past?"

"No need!" Zhang Song quickly said, "I trust you, just tell me what will happen afterward."

Even if a master says the sun will rise in the west tomorrow, he'll believe it.

"Alright," Xia Wange said. "Once you get through this hurdle today, you'll either be incredibly wealthy or live a comfortable life without major illnesses or disasters. Your parents are also in good health. Just pay more attention to your sister's love life; she might suffer some heartbreak. Otherwise, there's nothing to worry about."

Zhang Song nodded repeatedly as he listened. Although the master's words were vague, he was already very satisfied.

He really needs to take care of his sister more while he's recuperating.

"I have another question for you."

Xia Wange donated 500 yuan to a charity foundation. According to the rules of the sect, one must perform at least five divinations a month, and all the money earned must be used for charity.

"Go ahead and ask."

"Should I still do this job?" Zhang Song whispered. "I'm really scared after this car accident... or should I stay away from driving altogether?"

Xia Wange looked up at the person in front of her who was living a life of good fortune but didn't know it. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Let me put it this way, you have a great calamity in your life. Your boss is a person with an extremely noble destiny. It was because you met him that you were able to escape the ordeal of being paralyzed from the waist down. You only injured your hand. If you had been working by his side two months earlier, you might have even been able to resolve this ordeal."

Zhang Song gasped. Why hadn't he said anything more when the doctor had brought his boss over to comfort him?

Thinking about the benefits of working alongside a chosen one, Xia Wange asked, "By the way, do you know if your boss needs to hire an assistant or driver?"

"Master, we are not locals."

"I know, it's from City A."

Zhang Song was no longer surprised that the other party knew where they came from. "Your friend wants to apply for a job."

"I want to apply for the job." Before the other party could answer, Xia Wange spotted an empty family compartment in front of a hearse.

So as she walked in that direction, she said, "Hey, Xiao Song, keep an eye out for me. I'm off now."

"Master, we do not hire feng shui masters."

"I am a mage!" Xia Wange's voice drifted on the wind. "A graduate of a top-tier university, majoring in law, and certified!"

These words left Zhang Song bewildered in the wind.

He really is a mage.

Just as she was about to jump into the car, the driver stopped her, saying, "Young lady, this is a vehicle for transporting the dead."

Xia Wange immediately put on her acting skills and stammered, "Driver, you don't know, I'm his family member. I... he... I never thought he would have such a big car accident, sob sob sob."

The driver immediately comforted her, saying, "Come on, young lady, get in the car, sigh."

On the way, the driver noticed that Xia Wange kept her head down and was about to say something to comfort her, "Miss, who is that person behind you? Please accept my condolences. You have to look forward."

"He is my uncle."

The driver's face immediately darkened. "Miss, I'm picking up a woman."

Although the body was mangled beyond recognition, he could still distinguish between the male and female.

Xia Wange rubbed her temples and glanced back. Sure enough, she found a female spirit floating behind her, and it was someone she knew—one of the human traffickers.

This woman was probably wearing red, and she had resentment before she died. Judging from her appearance, she even seemed to be showing signs of becoming a ghost.

At that moment, the spirit was staring straight into Xia Wange's eyes.

Xia Wange subtly raised her eyebrows, lowered her head and put a jade ring on her hand, deliberately saying, "Oh dear, driver, you don't know, this really is my uncle, but he looks like a woman. He went to Thailand and became neither male nor female after he came back."

After saying that, she raised her hand and flicked the furious soul that wanted to rush up and tear her mouth apart back.

With a flick of her finger, she drew a talisman on the car, trapping the other person's soul in the back, causing it to scream and go mad.

Xia Wange found it noisy, so she drew a silencing note and a talisman to accelerate the transformation. She gathered all the resentment around her and let the other party absorb it.

"Oh? Is that so?" The driver had only seen such things on the news; this was the first time he had ever driven someone like this. "I wonder if the soul-reaper takes away a man or a woman?"

"I don't know about others," Xia Wange stared at the soul of the woman trafficker, "She must have been reborn as an animal."

"Huh?" The driver had never heard anyone curse his family member like that before.

"She did all sorts of bad things, especially deceiving girls. This kind of rotten person deserves to have sores on her feet. It's a pity she was lucky and was taken away by God early. But it's okay, she'll definitely go to the animal realm in her next life. Hmm, and her husband will too." Xia Wange glanced at the ghost behind her who was furious and began to desperately absorb resentment and evil energy, and revealed a provocative smile.

"What?!" The driver's eyes widened. "Really? No, he has a husband? He has a husband and still lies to girls? Goodness, it really is true. Thank goodness God took him down."

"yes."

Xia Wange didn't know what the driver had misunderstood, but the effect was about the same.

She could clearly sense that the driver was deliberately taking the rougher roads, jostling the body around, which made the already incomplete corpse even more fragmented.

When they arrived at the funeral home, the driver went to register.

Just as Xia Wange wiped away the silence note, she heard the human trafficker, who had completely transformed into a female ghost, scream wildly: "You destroyed my body, I will definitely take revenge on you! If I don't get away with it, you won't get away with it either! Hahaha, you didn't expect this, did you? I'm blessed by the heavens, and I've absorbed a lot of resentment along the way. My current energy..."

"Shut up." Xia Wange slapped the talisman she had drawn earlier. As soon as the talisman was released, the female ghost began to scream shrilly. Then, her soul, along with the resentment she had absorbed, quickly burned up.

Xia Wange crouched and slipped away in the flames unseen by others, muttering to herself, "I hate these new ghosts and spirits. They haven't been through the harsh realities of life, they can't see the bigger picture, and they think they're all that just because they have a little bit of energy."

She wouldn't casually kill living souls, but she might not be so careful with ghosts filled with resentment. She could kill them indiscriminately, and they wouldn't even realize she was setting a trap. She's still too young...

After the ghost was burned away, Xia Wange glanced at the golden light of merit that had gathered on her body, enough to last for two days of life, and was somewhat surprised.

Two days is enough to show that if this soul is left unattended, it will hurt many people in the future.

She actually killed a vengeful ghost that would harm people in the future.

What a coincidence!

*

One week later, in City A.

"Mom, is this the shop?" Zhang Song, with one arm in a cast and the other gripping his mother's hand, pointed to a locked-up little shop, his voice filled with anguish. "You actually believed in this kind of run-down shop?"

Zhang Song had always known that his mother was superstitious. Whenever they encountered a fortune teller on the street, they would spend thirty or forty yuan to have something read. But he didn't expect his mother to be so outrageous this time. Not only was the shop in a remote corner, but the sign on it also had all sorts of strange writings.

The sign has four large characters: "Honest Little Shop," and below that, a line of smaller text:

【Main services: Fortune telling, feng shui and grave relocation, name selection and auspicious consultation, house cleaning, express delivery, civil litigation】

Zhang Song was increasingly speechless. His mother actually believed in such a chaotic business scheme! She even spent eight hundred yuan to get a breakup charm for her sister!

Eight hundred yuan, there are so many things you could do with that!

Sigh, his sister is also obsessed. She chases after a gatekeeper every day. His sister, who never used to do anything domestic, actually brings that beast water to wash his feet!