Buried alive by his own mother, he brought a coffin to the whole family when he returned

When Yan Chenqi said this, everyone was stunned.

Zhang Mei was furious. "What nonsense are you talking about, you damn girl? I'm only 43 years old, strong as an ox, and I don't have any diseases. How could I die?

I think you are really possessed by evil spirits at such a young age. You are doing all kinds of things every day, and you even cheated your neighbors out of money. Brother Dafu, Sister Cuiyun, why don’t you do anything about her? It’s okay to say it to me, but if you tell others about it, you will be slapped in the face!”

Xu Dafu was unhappy. "Zhang Mei, it's better to believe it than not. There are so many people on our street, why didn't my daughter say that someone else was going to die, but you? I think you should ask her to take a closer look for you."

He has never really believed in ghosts and gods, but he has unconditional trust in his daughter.

What his daughter said was the truth, and his daughter was so filial, it was absolutely impossible for her to say that someone was going to die for no reason.

"Pooh!"

Zhang Mei put down the gas tank on her shoulder and said, "You are all bad people. I won't lend you the gas tank, so that you won't curse me to death."

She slammed the door and left.

The Xu family members had no mood to be happy when looking at the cake, only Yan Chenqi was eating it as if nothing had happened.

Liu Cuiyun couldn't help but ask her, "Xiao Qi, is your aunt Zhang Mei really going to die tonight?"

"Yeah." Yan Chenqi nodded. "He died in a horrible way, with a lot of resentment. I won't reveal the details of how he died. All media will report it in a few days."

After all, Liu Cuiyun has known Zhang Mei for more than ten years. She said sadly, "Should I remind her again?"

"No, I just told her that God gave her a chance to live, but she didn't want it. Tonight is her death. Even if she managed to save her life this time, she will die again another day."

"Ugh!"

Old Lady Wang sighed, "Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God. We should just live our own lives and not mind other people's business. Besides, Xiaoqi wanted to save her, but she scolded our whole family. Good words cannot persuade a dying ghost, so let's ignore her and eat cake!"

Yan Chenqi smiled. Her grandmother was a very clear-headed person.

After eating and drinking, when Yan Chenqi left, her mother brought her some dishes that were specially left for her.

Braised pork, spicy chicken and pickled fish.

When she rode her electric bike out, she saw a few old ladies sitting on the street, who greeted her enthusiastically when they saw her.

"Xiao Qi is going to the shop again?"

"Yes."

Obviously everyone was smiling, but when Yan Chenqi turned around, she heard them talking.

"The Dafu couple are so miserable. The adopted child is not as good as the biological one. Look at this 20-year-old girl Yan Chenqi. Why does she have to learn fortune-telling and cheat people when there are so many other things she can do?"

"At noon, she said Zhang Mei was going to die tonight, and Zhang Mei sat at the door and scolded her for a long time."

"Who knows, maybe what she said is true. I took my granddaughter to her to call back her soul, and it was quite effective."

"Heh...it's just a psychological coincidence."

Yan Chenqi didn't care. These people were so vulgar, so unbearable!

……

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Yan Chenqi had just turned off the lights and lay down when she felt a chill coming from downstairs. A moment later, there was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Miss San, Miss San, are you asleep?"

Yan Chenqi turned on the light, sat up, and leaned against the head of the bed.

"come in."

Then two black shadows floated in, one holding a mourning stick, and the other carrying an iron chain. They were the ghost messengers in this area, Chachi and Nanfei. Because Yan Chenqi was Cangchen's third apprentice, they always called her the Third Miss.

"Miss Third, it's bad. A female ghost who just died in Yongchang Street has escaped. The ghost was killed by her husband who cut her throat and bled her to death. She is extremely resentful. If she stays in the world of the living, she will cause chaos in the world."

Yan Chenqi said calmly: "Is that female ghost called Zhang Mei?"

"Well, do you know him?"

"It doesn't matter whether I know her or not. She ran away. You should go find your leader. Why are you looking for me? I don't work for your underworld."

Cha Chi glanced at her weakly and said, "That's because you are nearby. As long as you raise your hand, any ghost will surrender."

"I don't take any salary from your underworld, this has nothing to do with me! If I raise my hand everywhere, won't I be exhausted to death? Go back to your leader quickly."

Nan Fei puffed his lips and muttered, "But if she brings disaster to the world, you won't be able to escape your responsibility when the time comes."

"Tsk..." Yan Chenqi curled her lips. Like king, like soldiers. "Then let's wait until she gets cholera. I want to go to bed now."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand and blew Chachi and Nanfei away through the air.

The two brothers had no choice but to go back to the underworld with sad faces to ask for help from their captain.

The next day, Yan Chenqi slept until nine o'clock, got up and cooked a bowl of instant noodles. While she was eating, her mother called.

"Xiao Qi! Zhang Mei is missing. Her husband called the police early in the morning and said that she didn't come back after setting up a stall last night. Now the police are searching everywhere."