Fortune Teller Master

Lin Qingyin saw that the yin energy was a little bit wise. She took out an ancient coin from her pocket and shot it. The ancient coin passed through the black wind, tearing it in two. The black wind seemed to have been hit hard and struggled more violently, but it didn’t dare to attack Lin Qingyin. Instead, it tried to escape from this place.

When Yang Dashuai saw this incredible scene, he was stunned as his three views in life were destroyed: “Didn’t people say there is no feudal superstition?”

Fatty Wang crossed his arms and looked at him: “Why are you so narrow-minded? Just now the Little Master said that this is a formation method. The formation method is also a kind of science, don’t you know? Besides, even if it is feudal superstition, what about it? If you don’t believe in feudalism and superstition, why did you come to our Little Master?”

Yang Dashuai was unable to refute: You are good at everything, and everything you say is right!

Not to mention, Lin Qingyin only used a few stones to form a formation, but this seemingly crude formation was helpless. Yang Dashuai was dumbfounded as he watched the black wind, torn in two, trying to rush in Li Siyu’s direction again and again. But each time it tried, it was blocked by an invisible wall. After it collided in the wall, again and again, the black wind became smaller and smaller, and it looked weaker and weaker.

Lin Qingyin stepped out of the formation and pulled the curtains to the side, then opened the windows. The warm sunlight was poured into the room, making the faint black mist struggle weakly in the sunlight, and then gradually dissipated into the air.

The bright red color on the jewelry box that has been passed down for generations faded quickly and turned into a mottled pinkish-white in front of them. The original exquisite carvings fell off piece by piece. And the polished yellow lock was born turned into copper.

Lin Qingyin threw the jewelry box on the bed, stretched out her hand, and patted Li Siyu on her shoulder. Li Siyu, who was originally soft, gradually regained her strength. Without the control of yin energy, her mind recovered some clarity. But even so, after so many years of obsession, she was still somewhat unwilling.

“Yang Dashuai, I really like you!”

Yang Dashuai shook his head like a rattle: “I’m sorry, I really have no feeling for you.”

Lin Qingyin looked at Li Siyu with some pity: “Why are you still being stubborn? Think about your grandfather, think about your father, did any one of them lived over 40 years old? Think about their age when they died. Think about how crazy and paranoid your grandmother and mother had become. Do you want you and Yang Dashuai to become like that in the future?”

Li Siyu looked at Lin Qingyin blankly as tears flow down her eyes.

Lin Qingyin flicked off the yin energy stuck on her hands and stood by the window, letting the sunshine all over her body: “You should be thankful that you were still young when you left this box. And you should also be thankful that Yang Dashuai didn’t spend years with you with this thing. Otherwise, both of you will be ruined.”

The matter was resolved. The remaining traces of yin energy in the room dissipated under the sunlight. Lin Qingyin raised her phone and shook it in front of Yang Dashuai: “Mr. Yang, the matter is resolved, it’s time to pay.”

Yang Dashuai took out his mobile phone and was about to transfer money, but when looked at Lin Qingyin, she has a bright smile on her face. He was very puzzled. Why was the Little Master looked so happy?!!