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

“The rich girl and her friends were terrified.

What’s even more bizarre is that not only the rich girl, but also the family that checked in after us saw the mother and daughter.”

"Xia Xia, if you can help this hotel deal with this matter, you can probably get a lot of money."

"My family has some connections with the general manager of the hotel. I've introduced you to the general manager. Do you have time to go there in the next few days?"

After listening to Song Yaqian's description, Shen Xia Xia curled the corners of her lips.

"Let's go now." Shen Xiaxia turned around to pack her bag and suddenly thought of something: "I'll call Lu Jingchen."

Song Yaqian smiled secretly: "What a good wife, she even knows to report it."

After the other party picked up the phone.

Shen Xia Xia: "Song Yaqian and I are going to the Rising Hotel in Haicheng. We may not come back to stay tonight. I want to tell you."

"Got it." The voice on the other end of the phone was cold, and then he hung up.

"How cold! I shouldn't have called you earlier." Shen Xia Xia muttered.

Then he quickly packed up his stuff.

Since there isn't much work for ferrymen right now, you can earn some extra money.

Haicheng is a seaside tourist city, adjacent to Wancheng.

Song Yaqian drove Shen Xiaxia for five hours and arrived at the Rising Hotel.

General Manager Zeng Kevin came out to greet him: "Miss Song, you are here."

Then he glanced at Shen Xiaxia beside Song Yaqian, and respectfully extended his hand and said, "This should be Master Shen, the senior consultant of metaphysics."

"Hello, Mr. Zeng, just call me Xia Xia." Shen Xia Xia extended her hand in return.

"I've heard a lot about you. Please follow me, Miss Xia Xia." The general manager personally took them upstairs. "This ghost mother and daughter have appeared more and more frequently recently. Even our employees have seen them. It has had a certain impact on the reputation of the hotel."

Zeng Kevin took them to the presidential suite.

Shen Xia Xia saw the mother and daughter.

The girl was curled up in her mother's arms, listening to her mother telling a story.

The mother and daughter were intimate for a while, and then went to the swimming pool to swim.

They didn't care about anyone around them at all, as if these people didn't exist in their eyes.

Zeng Kevin swallowed nervously: "Master Shen, isn't it said that normal people can't see the dead souls? Why can we see them, and only some people can see them?"

Shen Xia Xia glanced at the mother and daughter by the swimming pool and said, "Because they are not ghosts, they are not dead yet."

"Not dead?" Song Yaqian asked doubtfully, "Who can walk through the door like a ghost?"

Song Yaqian shuddered at the thought of the mother and daughter who would appear in her room at any time.

Shen Xia Xia continued, "They are souls, they just don't know they are dead. It's as if they are still alive, continuing their own affairs in the world. If I'm not mistaken, they should have booked this hotel."

Zeng Kevin nodded: "Yes, before Miss Song and her group, a mother and daughter did come to book the hotel, but then they didn't show up, so we called their family and told them that the hotel had cancelled it, and then we left it to other customers."

"It just so happened that Miss Song and her friends came to book a hotel, so we gave it to them. I didn't expect that the mother and daughter would come every night, and now they show up during the day."

Shen Xia Xia sighed: "They should be at a critical moment of life and death now. If their souls don't go back, they will really become ghosts."

Zeng Kevin frowned: "What should we do? How can we get them back?"

Shen Xiaxia pondered for a while: "Do you have the contact information of this customer?"

"Yes!" Zeng Kevin asked the front desk to retrieve the woman's reservation information.

These include mobile phone numbers and ID numbers.

"No one answered the call when I called this phone number," Zeng Kevin explained.

Shen Xia Xia saw the address on the ID card and said to Song Yawei: "Then let's go directly to her house and see what the situation is."

Song Yaqian nodded in agreement.

Before leaving, Shen Xiaxia told Zeng Kevin: "Don't let people live in this presidential suite now. Seal it up temporarily. Their souls are getting stronger and stronger, and they will have an impact on people."

"Okay, Miss Xia Xia." Zeng Kevin agreed repeatedly.

After leaving the hotel, Song Yaqian was about to drive, but Shen Xiaxia pulled her aside and said, "Don't bother with that. There's not much time left for the mother and daughter."

Shen Xia Xia opened the ferry door and took Song Yaqian directly in.

The next thing that comes out is the address on the ID card.

Song Yaqian's jaw dropped in shock: "Xia Xia, you have once again refreshed my understanding of you. You are not a metaphysician, you are a god, Master Shen! I actually have such an excellent friend!"

Song Yaqian hugged Shen Xia Xia excitedly.

Shen Xiaxia smiled and said, "This is just the tip of the iceberg."

"What?" Song Yaqian's admiration for Shen Xia Xia was beyond words.

As soon as Song Yaqian and Shen Xiaxia left, a black Maybach stopped in front of the hotel.

Which woman said she wanted to come to the hotel to play? What did she want to play?

Zeng Kaiwen broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly led his employees to greet him: "Quick, quick, quick! The president is here, quickly line up to greet him!"

The global chain of eight-star Rising Hotels is a hotel property under the Zhangyin Group.

The two groups of people stood on the left and right sides of the hotel door respectively.

The assistant opened the car door and walked towards the hotel lobby with his long legs, wearing a well-tailored black high-end suit.

"Hello, President!" People from both groups nodded and saluted in unison.

The assistant behind the seal holder instructed the general manager: "Pack up the presidential suite."

Zeng Kevin wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Boss Zhang came suddenly. Something happened in the presidential suite. Can't stay there for the time being?"

The assistant's face darkened: "Why can't I stay here? You know that the president only stays in the presidential suite."

Zeng Kevin's voice trembled as he leaned over to whisper in the assistant's ear: "The presidential suite is haunted. The master we just invited today is dealing with it. The master said that no one can live there during this period of time, otherwise it will have an impact on people."

"It would be bad if a ghost bumped into the boss, and many people have seen it. If you don't believe me, you can ask other employees."

The assistant frowned when he heard this: "What should we do now? If the chief knows about this, he will definitely skin us alive."

Zeng Kevin quickly rehearsed his speech and came to the side of the seal holder: "President, the presidential suite is temporarily unavailable. I will change a room for you."

Palm Seal's dark eyes darkened slightly: "Why?"

The Living King of Hell has never believed in feudal superstitions, and he would not believe it even if you tell him.

Zeng Kevin had no other excuses, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "The presidential suite is haunted, and I just asked a master to deal with it. I'm afraid I'll disturb you."

The corners of Zhang Yin's lips curled slightly. It turned out that woman, you are here to catch ghosts again, and you caught the ghost right under his nose.