Live fortune telling: All the people in the underworld are her younger brothers

What are you?

Jiang Ling hasn't heard such comments for a long time.

When she was just born, many gods and ghosts asked her this question.

There was also a period of time when she was searching for the answer to the question, what exactly was she and why did she exist.

Finally, I figured it out because of someone's words.

If it really exists, why look for meaningless answers?

Jiang Ling curled her lips and smiled, wondering if the dragon was still alive.

"Master Jiang, warm water." Wang Zhenhai held the warm water with both hands and offered it.

Jiang Ling picked up a talisman and threw it into the water. Strangely, it ignited on the water surface without any fire.

"Feed her."

"Are you a master of mysticism? I didn't expect there is a master of mysticism like you in this day and age. It's a pity that such a good talent met me." The red-clothed ghost waved his sleeves, and soon, the broken arm returned to its original shape.

"If you don't want to disappear into thin air, keep your mouth shut."

She hates gossipers the most, especially men.

As for this man, he only needs to know how to serve others and say a few nice words occasionally.

The red-clothed male ghost quickly caught a hint of Jiang Ling's unusual spiritual power. He had never seen it before, but just a hint of it was enough to terrify the ghost.

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, what on earth is this female mystic master? He has learned a lot from surfing the Internet these days. Logically speaking, the current development of mysticism should be declining.

Why does this girl seem to be more powerful than the mystics of her generation?

"Mengmeng, be good and drink this." Wang Zhenhai controlled his rolling daughter.

Mrs. Wang carefully poured warm water into her daughter's mouth.

Ah Yan on the side frantically tried to stop them: "What are you doing? If she dies, she will go back to the underworld with me to live a good life. What is there to save?"

"Ah Yan? Come here." Jiang Ling's voice was lazy and cold.

The man then looked at Jiang Ling and was stunned for a moment. He should have chosen this woman to enter his dream.

He came to Jiang Ling obediently: "You like me too? I haven't made an engagement with her yet."

"You don't want to be a good ghost in the underworld, but come to the world of the living to find a wife. With your skills, do you have someone behind you?"

Ah Yan's smiling face fell: "I don't understand what you are saying."

"Forget it. The underworld now still has the Ten Kings of Hell and the Four Judges?" Jiang Ling inquired.

"Of course, as a mystic, don't you know this?" Ah Yan felt that this girl was more and more strange.

Hearing this, Jiang Ling stopped talking.

After drinking the water, Wang Mengmeng gradually calmed down and her complexion improved.

"My dear girl, ouch, I was so scared, I'm glad you're okay." Wang Zhenhai patted Wang Mengmeng on the back.

Wang Mengmeng was just about to lie down when she suddenly felt nauseous. She lay down on the edge of the bed and vomited into the trash can.

A red and black worm that looked like a croissant came out of her mouth, which made her even more disgusted, but she just retched.

Wang Zhenhai and Mrs. Wang were very worried.

"Master Jiang, this..."

"Love Gu, generally speaking, this kind of thing needs another person's heart blood to cure it."

But who is she? No matter how hard she tries, she is just a mere bug. "Now think about that man again. Do you still like him?"

Wang Mengmeng hugged the quilt, gasped heavily and began to recall the man.

He was her classmate, with an ordinary family background, ordinary looks, and even extremely low self-esteem. When they stood together, she always had to take care of his face.

Strange, why do I like him?

It seemed quite strange, but after he gave me the holiday gift, I seemed to start falling in love with him.

Love to the point of obsession, love to the point of madness, love to the point of mindlessness.

Wang Mengmeng shook her head frantically: "No, I don't like him. He is just an ordinary classmate to me. Why did I fall in love with him some time ago..."

"Love Gu, do you still love him?" Jiang Ling pointed at Ah Yan who was standing beside her.

Wang Mengmeng was just about to nod when Ah Yan's face and height began to change, and even his voice was changing.

"Mengmeng, we agreed not to separate and to keep going together. I have taken care of everything over there. Will you marry me?"

Ah Yan just wanted to give up for a moment, but he always felt that this mystic was weird, and his own Meng Meng was better.

Better brainwashing, better control.

"No...Ah Yan, why have you changed?"

In a short period of time, Wang Mengmeng felt like the world was falling.

At first she was still feeling guilty, thinking that she was two-timing. Now she even wondered if she was a slut. Only then did she realize that something was wrong.

"Changed? What changed?" While speaking, Ah Yan also noticed the changes in himself and subconsciously looked at Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling was drinking tea leisurely like a bystander.

"It's okay, we love each other sincerely, these changes are nothing, right?" Ah Yan forced a smile.

"Pfft, even an old antique like me looks down on you. You look so cowardly, you must be a ghost from the underworld? Why did you run out?" The ghost in red did not run away, but kept watching the show.

"Ah~~" Wang Mengmeng then discovered that there was another ghost, but... he was more handsome than Ah Yan.

"Ghosts...ghosts are so handsome?" Wang Mengmeng couldn't help but say.

"So you're a flower maniac. Do you know why?" Jiang Ling also glanced at the red-clothed ghost.

He is indeed more handsome than the one just now.

Wang Mengmeng lowered her head. She had already realized that this girl who looked about the same age as herself was a true master. Now that she was no longer bound by the love Gu, even her feelings towards Ah Yan were changing.

Could it be that the love I thought I had, the thought that I had to have that person, was all fake?

"I don't know why I became like this?" Wang Mengmeng recalled with her head down.

She didn't feel that she had offended anyone, nor did she feel that she had any enemies. In this respect, she had perfectly inherited her father's style.

Jiang Ling looked at Wang Mengmeng and then at Wang Zhenhai. Both of them were having their luck sucked away, and it seemed like they were in the same position.

"Think carefully about what happened before these two men showed up. And Wang Zhenhai, have you ever offended anyone you shouldn't have offended in your career?"

Wang Mengmeng lowered her head and recalled,

Wang Zhenhai exclaimed: "Master Jiang, Mr. Pei called me the day you came. He was asking me about you, but he hung up the phone after I said you showed up at my house. Is it related to him?"

Jiang Ling: "Did you have any connection with each other before? Did she also have any connection with your daughter?"

"No, there is no cooperation, let alone any intersection. It should have nothing to do with Mr. Pei." Wang Zhenhai denied himself again.

Who is Mr. Pei? Maybe he is just asking about Master Jiang.

"Confession, I dreamed about Ah Yan and received Li Zeming's gift at almost the same time, but before that, I received a confession letter from the male god from Kyoto University."

Wang Mengmeng suddenly said, "But my best friend likes him very much, so I didn't reply to him immediately."

"Best friend?" Jiang Ling tilted her head. "Do you have any photos?"

Wang Mengmeng nodded and picked up her phone to search: "Yes, her name is Fan Xiaoyin."

Fan? Jiang Ling's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Master Jiang~~I found you~~"

The sinister voice of the female ghost frightened Wang Mengmeng so much that she trembled all over.

Oh my God, where do all these ghosts come from? Is her house usually full of ghosts like tonight?