Mr. Lu is against superstition during the day and learns fortune-telling from his wife at night

The land god nodded in agreement: "It's possible."

Shen Xia Xia frowned: "This will make it even harder to find her. Let's go back to the hotel. That's where she is trapped. The person who tied the bell must be found to untie it."

A man, a ghost and a fairy returned to the hotel again.

The water ghost felt a little lost: "If I can't find my origins, will I continue to live in this vague way?"

Shen Xia Xia comforted her: "No, the Earth God and I are here and will definitely help you find yourself."

Song Yaqian came back after sending Qu An and her daughter off.

Kevin Zeng came over and handed her a few tickets: “Miss Song, there is a special dance performance at the hotel tonight, you can come with your friends.”

"Dance performance?" Song Yaqian took the ticket in surprise: "It's classical dance."

The dancer invited is the most famous classical dancer today. This dancer is usually hard to invite even if you pay money, but Rising can easily get her to perform on stage.

One can imagine how powerful the power behind this palm print is.

"Yes, you are the president of the Wancheng Dance Association, so you should be more interested in these activities."

"This dance performance is held in memory of his grandmother. Not many people were invited. The president asked me to give these tickets to you and Miss Shen."

Such a precious ticket was given away by Zhang Yin as soon as he said so. Song Yaqian's woman's intuition told her that Zhang Yin was definitely interested in Shen Xia Xia.

Song Yaqian smiled and said, "I am indeed very interested. Thank you for your ticket."

"You're welcome. The dance performance starts at 8pm in the banquet hall on the top floor."

"Okay, I'll go with my friend later."

When Song Yaqian found Shen Xia Xia, she was sitting in the lobby bar drinking with the Earth God and the Water Ghost.

At this moment, in the eyes of ordinary people, Shen Xia Xia was the only one there, but she ordered three cups of food.

"What kind of housework conditions are there? Drinks are ordered in threes." Song Yaqian was about to sit down, but Shen Xiaxia stopped her: "You're sitting on someone else's lap."

Song Yaqian jumped up with sudden realization, finally understanding why Shen Xia Xia ordered three drinks and three pastries.

It turns out there are two more beings that she can't see.

Song Yaqian was now in awe of these things, and she bowed with both hands: "I'm sorry, no offense, please forgive me."

The land god was used to it and waved his hand: "I'll forgive you this time."

Shen Xia Xia smiled lightly and said to Song Ya Qian: "The God of Land has forgiven you."

Then he pointed to the seat on the right: "There's no one here, you can sit here."

"The God of Land?" Song Yaqian was surprised and awed. "This is the patron saint we have believed in since we were young. I didn't expect that he actually exists."

The God of Land smiled, took a deep breath, and the essence of the drink entered his body: "The incense in the big hotel is different."

Shen Xia Xia: "If you like it, I'll give you some more."

The water ghost next to him also inhaled the food's smell: "It's been a long time since I've eaten such delicious incense."

Song Yaqian handed the ticket to Shen Xiaxia: "Boss Zeng gave me two dance tickets. He said there will be a special performance here tonight. It will start soon. Let's go and see it together."

Shen Xia Xia took the ticket and sneered: "Do you think I'm an elegant person? In my eyes, boxing is more attractive than dancing."

"Ah! My head hurts!" When the water ghost heard the word "dance", he seemed to be touched by something and looked very painful.

"Dance, dance, dance..."

The water ghost kept repeating this word.

It was as if some extremely painful memory came rushing back to her.

The fragmented memories that suddenly appeared cut through her mind like a knife, but could not be pieced together into any complete memory.

"What's wrong with you?" Shen Xia Xia supported her: "Did you remember something?"

The water ghost shook his head and nodded: "I'm not sure, but what I can be sure of is that I should have had a close connection with dance when I was alive."

Song Yaqian couldn't see the fruit, so she frowned and asked, "Xia Xia, have you taken any work?"

"Yes, a water ghost who has been dead for many years. She has forgotten who she is and why she is trapped in the VIP swimming pool of the hotel. She hopes that I can send her to the passage to the six realms of reincarnation."

"We took her to Haicheng to search for her memories for a whole day today, but we didn't find anything. Just now, when I heard you mention dance, I suddenly had a big reaction. Her death should be related to dance."

Song Yaqian raised her wrist and glanced at her watch: "There are still ten minutes before the performance. Let's go up quickly."

"Okay." Shen Xia Xia agreed.

The two people, one ghost and one immortal, walked towards the top floor.

The moment the elevator door opened, Song Yaqian was about to raise her foot to go in, but suddenly she turned her head and thought of something. Her body stiffened and she retracted her outstretched foot.

"Xia Xia, where is the God of Land? I didn't offend him, did I? Please let him go first."

Shen Xia Xia lowered her eyes to glance at the old man next to her and made a gesture of invitation: "Lord of the Land, your work over the years has not been in vain. There are so many good men and women who always think of you first."

The God of Land stroked his beard and smiled proudly: "That's right."

After saying that, he swaggered into the elevator.

The water ghost behind followed closely behind.

After they all entered, Shen Xia Xia said to Song Ya Qian, "They are all in, you can go in with confidence."

Song Yaqian bowed and stepped in: "Lord of the Land, I'm sorry if I've offended you. Please forgive me."

Just as the elevator door was about to close, the elevator was opened by the assistant Ahao who was in charge of the seal.

"Please come in, President!"

The palm print behind him put one hand in his pocket and stepped in with his long legs.

The God of Land, who was originally standing in the middle of the elevator, was instantly pushed aside.

"This is a rare fortune. Even an old man like me has to give way to him."

Shen Xia Xia likes Zhang Yin to stand beside her.

Because there will be a constant flow of spiritual energy into your body.

Shen Xia Xia used her spiritual consciousness to communicate with the Earth God: "This is the living King of Hell in Wancheng. He kills gods and ghosts when he sees them."

Of course, Shen Xia Xia's words contained elements of intimidation to the God of Land.

Although she had never seen the palm seal kill gods and ghosts, his attitude that was incompatible with feudal superstition made her believe that he could do it.

Every time she faced the palm print, Song Yaqian was so scared that she dared not speak. She had heard many legends about him.

The atmosphere in the elevator was extremely cold.

Finally reached the top floor.

Someone was waiting for me outside the elevator.

"Please come in, Mr. Zhang!"

Zhang Yin was respectfully invited to the VIP seat in the audience.

Shen Xia Xia and Song Ya Qian sat near the aisle.

The God of Land and the Water Ghost stood in the aisle.

A woman dressed in a pink dress and ancient costume appeared on stage with light dance steps.

Following behind was a group of dancers in white dresses.

Although Shen Xia Xia didn't know how to dance, she could tell from their smooth movements that they danced very well.

It makes the audience feel deeply empathetic.

At the climax of the dance, the water ghost next to him burst into tears unconsciously...