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

"I'm driving a tractor, is that okay?" Xia Wange whispered, hoping these young men would give up.

"What are you afraid of? It's just a tractor. A truck can fill it up for you," another young man said.

So Xia Wange watched them make phone calls, and in less than half an hour, the tractor she had parked at the village entrance with her aunt was loaded with corn.

Seeing that Xia Wange was struggling to take care of her brother alone, some people wanted to invite her to stay for dinner.

The aunt at the village entrance said directly that Xia Wange had to go on a blind date and wouldn't have time.

A young man saw Xia Wange's bright and beautiful eyes peeking out from under her headscarf. Just as he was about to say, "I want to go on a blind date with you," Xia Wange saw him, quickly paid the money, started her tractor, and drove off.

When Zhang Song arrived, he was jostled around in an empty carriage; when he left, he was jostled around on a pile full of golden corn.

Looking at the corn that several families had put together to make sure they didn't leave empty-handed and to take care of his simple-minded brother, Zhang Song said, "Master Xia, I originally wanted to ask you, with your abilities, you shouldn't have gone through all this trouble to quietly take a look at the ancestral graves. Now I realize I was being too naive."

"From Mr. Ming's perspective, those villagers are somewhat ungrateful, but from the perspective of us outsiders, they are incredibly warm-hearted and friendly," Zhang Song continued. "I was wondering why some villagers could make things difficult for feng shui masters like you."

"If you're willing to bear the karma of so many people, it won't be difficult for you." Xia Wange turned around and smiled. "We'll use talismans to clear the way, controlling the path all the way to the ancestral graveyard. After we've thoroughly examined it, we'll leave, and then I'll transfer all the karma to you."

Zhang Song immediately fell silent: "Luckily, I didn't ask you, Master."

After bouncing around for a while, Zhang Song asked, "Master, what do we do now? We probably won't have another chance to visit the ancestral graves, right? This trick can only be used once, right? And there's this whole truckload of corn."

Xia Wange drove the tractor outside the hotel and sat and waited for a while.

Just then, Lu Qiu returned and handed over the hair and blood from Mingzhu, which Xia Wange had entrusted to him. The group went upstairs, and Lu Qiu told her what Fang Qingzi had told him that day.

"Fang Qingzi explained that the family's self-built house was also subjected to a spell, which was also meant to dissipate wealth, but the spell was very shallow and had already been broken by him. However, those were not the real reasons why Mingzhu was so tired all day long."

Xia Wange said, "The real reason is that a formation has been set up beneath the entire Xiucai Village to absorb the village's vital energy."

Lu Qiu was slightly taken aback. "Absorb the essence and spirit of the entire village? By the way, Fang Qingzi also said that the longer he stayed in the village, the more frequently he dreamed. Most of his dreams were nightmares. After waking up, he couldn't remember anything and his mind would be a little dazed, but he could recover quickly."

"All nightmares?" Xia Wange rubbed her chin, guessing, "The villagers used formations, while the outsiders used other methods?"

"Fang Qingzi once took the opportunity to play with a child. The child was very angry after he found out that he lived in the Ming family's house. He said that the land in their Xiucai Village was originally very good, but the Ming family absorbed all the luck and wealth of the whole village, which is why other families are not rich."

Xia Wange gently blew out a breath. What exactly is this Xiucai Village that makes people go through so much trouble to squat down?

What are all those absorbed vital energies used to nourish...?

"Master Xia, what identities will we use to go to Xiucai Village tomorrow? Is there anything I need to prepare in advance?" Zhang Song asked. "And what should we do with that tractor-load of corn?"

Xia Wange tapped her fingertips lightly on the table, suddenly remembering how every time she talked to people, the older women next to her would have novels playing on their phones, mostly stories about domineering princes and CEOs.

She suddenly looked at Lu Qiu.

Lu Qiu immediately had a bad feeling.

"Let's go tomorrow as the domineering CEO!" Xia Wange's eyes lit up.

Lu Qiu: "?"

Zhang Song: "??"

"Tomorrow we'll go to Xiucai Village in our most extravagant attire. You'll say that Mr. Ming is your business partner, that you know his family's ancestral graves are auspicious, and that you want to bury your deceased white moonlight here. You're deeply devoted and only want her to be reborn into a better life, so you're here to negotiate," Xia Wange said.

Lu Qiu frowned: "?"

Zhang Song: "???"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lu Qiu was speechless.

Zhang Song whispered, "Can they really believe such a ridiculous plot?"

"The more outrageous and absurd it is, the more likely it is to sound real." Xia Wange said while rapidly sending Lu Qiu various novels about domineering CEOs. "When the time comes, money will pave the way, and that will be enough to sway half of people's hearts. Besides, boss, your image fits the domineering CEO in the novels. Tomorrow, if you put on a cold face and say something obsessive, who will be able to tell whether you are the domineering CEO with three parts playfulness, three parts sarcasm, and ninety-four parts indifference?"

Xia Wange felt more and more confident as she spoke, and her pace quickened. "And you also have the standard domineering CEO look. When asked, just say that your leg was injured in a car accident when you were proposing to your white moonlight. You were crippled and she died. Tsk tsk tsk, you've got a tragic love story. You'll definitely convince a bunch of aunties to speak up for you."

"Then we can start digging normally and I can see what is buried under the ancestral graves in Xiucai Village, so that people can spread rumors and set up various formations."

Lu Qiu: "..."

He remained silent for a long while before finally asking with difficulty, "Is this the only way we can do it?"

This was completely different from the itinerary he had imagined.

Zhang Song timidly added, "Wouldn't that be a bit too much trouble?"

Xia Wange calmly said, "There are other methods. One is to go there openly like Fang Qingzi did, and then be followed by the villagers, unable to do anything, and might even end up in the police station. Oh right, there's another way. If you're willing to bear the karmic consequences, we can use talismans to clear the way, ensuring a smooth journey..."

"Master Xia, may I ask what my role is?" Zhang Song asked immediately.

"Driver."

Lu Qiu also opened the bunch of CEO romance novels that Xia Wange had sent him. He glanced at the titles, then read the first chapter, and frowned, saying, "Xia Wange, spreading obscene and pornographic content is illegal."

"Hmm?" Xia Wange leaned closer. "This is nothing. I'm just asking you to learn the tone and the thought processes of those male leads, not everything. Just be the 'When the weather cools, the king breaks' attitude tomorrow, throw in a cold laugh every now and then, and add a 'How interesting' comment. Tell me more about things like 'If you can't do it, you'll be buried with me.' Basically, be as crazy as you can. When you're crazy enough, people won't be able to focus on anything else. They'll just think, 'Ah, so domineering CEO novels are real,' instead of thinking about the reality of this. After that, it's all about throwing money around. Once you've spent it all, ask President Ming for reimbursement. We're not going to be suckers."

"Master Xia, what will your role be tomorrow?" Zhang Song asked curiously.