Fortune Teller Master

Lin Qingyin and Fatty Wang were not the kinds of people who like to put on airs. Naturally, they don’t care about these little things. Seeing that it was getting late, Zhou Zihao winked at his brother Yang Dashuai and asked him to help himself ask the little master how to arrange the next thing.

Before Yang Marshal Yang could speak, Lin Qingyin said, “This matter has to wait until midnight. If you are sleepy, you can rest first. Just leave a member of Zhou’s family here.”

Zhou Zihao didn’t dare to go to bed, while Zhou Wensheng was a little worried, so both of them stayed. Yang Dashuai was a night owl. He seldom sleeps in the first half of the night. Staying up late was the most common thing for him. Fatty Wang followed Lin Qingyin for the sake of gaining knowledge, so naturally, he would not miss this bizarre event.

After discussing this matter, the four of them didn’t go to bed. The four people simply sat in the living room drinking tea and chatting to pass the remaining time. Zhou Zihao couldn’t remember how many times he refilled the teapot. He looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it will be twelve o’clock in the middle of the night in ten minutes. Zhou Zihao immediately shivered and the sleepiness that had just arisen disappeared.

“Little Master, it’s almost time.” He said in a low voice as he rubbed the goosebumps on his arms with his hands, then asked anxiously: “Isn’t our house haunted?”

Lin Qingyin didn’t answer him directly but slightly smiled at him: “You’ll know in a while.”

It would be nice if Lin Qingyin didn’t say anything. Because when Zhou Zihao heard those words, he became even more scared. Zhou Zihao even stretched out his hand to grab Yang Dashuai’s arm, who was standing next to him, and hugged his arm. He kept trembling in fear.

Lin Qingyin took out a handful of stones from her pocket and threw them in several places in the living room seemingly at random, then walked up the stairs and threw them to the top floor before coming back again. By this time, it was 11:55. Lin Qingyin took the tortoiseshell out of her pocket and held it in her hand, then sat cross-legged on the sofa.

Zhou Zihao looked at her cautiously and asked nervously: “Little Master, what are we going to do?”

“You can go back to your room and lie on the bed and don’t make a noise no matter what you see…” Before Lin Qingyin finished speaking, Zhou Zihao shook his head like a rattle: “No way, I’m scared, is there any other choice?”

Lin Qingyin smiled: “The other choice is to sit here, but you can’t make a sound when you see something.”

Although they can’t make a sound, it was better for a group of people to be together than to be alone in the room. What if a scary female ghost suddenly comes out?

Zhou Zihao was the first to raise his hand and say that he would stay in the living room. Zhou Wensheng, who had a big waist didn’t say anything but also raised his trembling chubby hand. He looked completely different to his calm appearance just now: “I will also stay here downstairs.”