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

Jiang Ling heard the conversation between the two people in her mind.

“Elder, this mission was too weird. Before I could take action, all the souls were gone. I also encountered some very strange things.”

The one who spoke was the young evil cultivator.

"strange things?"

Jiang Ling was lying on the bed, looking like she was asleep, with her brows slightly furrowed.

The male voice that answered sounded rather old and eerie.

"Yes, Elder. When I was dealing with those souls, I heard a strange voice. It was definitely not an auditory hallucination. The voice recognized that I was... an evil cultivator. It also said that I smelled bad, and..."

The man called the elder said in a deep voice: "Anything else?"

"I wasn't the one who dealt with those souls. Before I could do anything, the souls suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye."

The man's voice became smaller and smaller, and he himself seemed a little unsure.

"Disappeared? Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"

"Elder, you were studying talismans with the fifth elder yesterday. Don't let anyone disturb you."

The elder seemed to have thought of something, and after a few seconds, the sound of Jiang Ling's live broadcast suddenly rang out.

"Is that the sound you heard?"

"It's a bit like that, but I feel that the sound is more terrifying than this one."

"Jiang Ling..."

Jiang Ling, who was lying on the bed, curled the corners of her mouth.

Alas, there is nothing I can do.

She is always so charming no matter what era she is in.

No matter what she does, she is always so enthusiastic.

After confirming that she couldn't hear anything interesting, Jiang Ling opened her eyes, and the weird feeling became even stronger.

This big tree has a lot of branches.

Go downstairs from the room to the lobby.

A small black snake, about 40 centimeters long, was coiling itself on the laptop keyboard, spitting out its tongue.

Seeing Jiang Ling coming down from above, he reluctantly turned back into human form.

There seemed to be a dark cloud on his head, and he asked casually: "You... Sister Ling, someone has been arranged to find the things. It is in the medicine cabinet in the alchemy room."

Jiang Ling glanced at him, then looked at the notebook.

It was a webpage with a strong sense of technology. It seemed to be some kind of ranking. A person named Pei Qian, whose avatar was a small black snake, was ranked second.

Pei Qian immediately closed the notebook and pouted: "This is my privacy, you can't read my privacy."

Jiang Ling just thought this sentence was a little funny. She couldn’t see other people’s privacy?

As long as she wanted, those people's privacy would rush into her mind.

She glanced at Pei Qian for a few times, and considering that Pei Qian really transferred 500,000 yuan to her, she casually gave him an idea: "Kill the number one, and you will be the number one."

Pei Qian's mouth twitched:......

Not only did he hate this woman now, he also thought she was terrible.

"You...you don't understand. What's the good of being number one? If you stand too high and have no opponents, what's the point of living a snake?" Pei Qian raised his voice.

Ok?

Jiang Ling raised her eyebrows. This statement was interesting, but she wanted to be the first.

"Where's Pei Jingchen?"

"Sister Ling, you have to call him Mr. Pei! Everyone calls him Mr. Pei. If you call him by his real name, he will get angry. He is in the study. Is he treating the doctor? I'll take you there."

When it comes to Pei Jingchen, Pei Qian's attitude becomes noticeably better.

Jiang Ling tried to find out Pei Jingchen's background from Pei Qian, but what she saw was not much and vague.

A hundred years ago, the man saved this dying little black snake, and the little black snake has been following the man ever since.

Strangely, the man didn't ask the little black snake to do anything, and didn't seem to tell him anything about himself.

She raised him so calmly and generously and even gave him a surname.

Jiang Ling followed Pei Qian upstairs and finally came to a conclusion.

Pei Qian is Pei Jingchen's illegitimate son.

Pei Qian stood at the door and knocked a few times: "Sir, Sister Ling will treat your body."

Three seconds later, without waiting for a response from inside, Pei Qian opened the door and entered.

A man who looked extremely intimidating even in a wheelchair sat by the floor-to-ceiling window. The sunlight shone into the room, and the man's facial features were half bright and half dark.

He lowered his eyes and placed a heavy notebook on his legs.

"How confident are you, Miss Jiang?" Pei Jingchen raised his eyes and looked at her. His eyes were so deep that it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

Even when sitting, the man's domineering aura could not be concealed.

Jiang Ling looked at the man and inexplicably felt that his gaze was familiar.

"100%." ​​Jiang Ling smiled, turned the man's wrist and began to take his pulse.

She knew that this man was looking for a reason to drive her away, so even if she said 90% of it would not work.

How could she possibly leave? Not for the money, but for the strong golden power of merit, she would not leave easily.

I lost a lot of merit from what I did last night. I have to absorb some of it from this man. This thing is more tempting than money.

But... Jiang Ling couldn't figure it out. If Pei Qian was his illegitimate son, then he was also a snake demon. Why did a demon have such a powerful power of merit?

How much good has this done?

Or, how long do you have to live?

Jiang Ling frowned. This man didn't look like someone who would do good deeds. He looked more like a calm and steady gangster boss.

"Sister Ling? What exactly is the problem, sir?" Pei Qian pursed his lips, looking expectant.

"Oh, nothing, just feeling weak."

Jiang Ling felt that it was about time, so he put his hands away, left without saying goodbye, and headed for the alchemy room.

Pei Qian squatted down and looked up at Pei Jingchen who had an expressionless face.

Pei Jingchen glanced at the place that Jiang Ling had just touched, feeling a little complicated, and silently turned his hand back.

"Sir, why isn't Pei Huaizhi here?"

"Entertainment."

"Then I'll accompany you, sir. Do you need anything to eat?"

"Need not."

"That Master Jiang relies on his own strength and has no manners at all."

Pei Jingchen was silent.

Pei Qian changed back to his original form, curled himself up like a mosquito coil and lay on Pei Jingchen's trousers.

Arriving at the alchemy room, Jiang Ling casually threw some medicine into the alchemy furnace, then sat in a rocking chair, fanning herself slowly and drinking tea, looking very comfortable.

The pills made from these medicines were not prepared for Pei Jingchen, but were the mind-calming and bone-strengthening pills she made for herself.

It is so bizarre that one's merits will be lost if one swears or eats meat.

She guessed that it might be because her body was too weak, so she prepared some pills to take to see if there would be any improvement.

The rocking chair was still rocking, and Jiang Ling came to the underworld again.

This time, no ghost officials stopped her, and some of them even bowed to her respectfully.

Jiang Ling didn't look for anyone, but came to his former place, hoping to get some panacea or something.

The desolation made her fall into deep thought again.

Everything is gone. This place is like a ruin abandoned by the six realms, with no grass growing.

"Find a ghost messenger to prepare these things for me."

A piece of paper was placed directly on the table of King Yama.

The corner of King Yama's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously touched the beard that he had grown with great difficulty. He raised his hand and called a ghost to take the paper away.

"Rare guest, has Sister Xiao Ling gone back to check?"

Jiang Ling stood with his arms folded across his chest, glaring at King Yama, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Yan Luo, have you become weaker?"