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

"Sister Ling, I just transferred three million to you." Pei Qian dared to show his face only after he was sure that the group of people had left.

He hated those high-sounding mystics who claimed to be righteous, moral, and self-righteous.

Jiang Ling ignored the child. When the phone rang, she looked at the note, "Wang Zhenhai," and answered it.

"Master Jiang, the talisman you gave me is really effective. My daughter is in good condition now. Her classmate has been particularly unlucky these past two days. She even falls down when she walks. Some of her dark history has spread around the school."

Wang Zhenhai briefly talked about what happened in the past two days and transferred some money to Jiang Ling's account.

Jiang Ling curled her lips. I thought he was a very powerful evil god, but is this all the strength he has?

I think the evil god has also suffered backlash in the past two days.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ling casually transferred 10 million to Jiang Yunan.

There is no wave without wind. If you want to make this towering tree sway, you have to create the wind.

As soon as he took out the flash talisman, Pei Qian quickly stopped Jiang Ling: "Sister Ling, you want to go out?"

He saw it, that the old man gave Jiang Ling 10 million without saying a word. Ten million was enough for selling some yellow paper. In comparison, the 500,000 he gave at the beginning seemed insincere.

So he just transferred another three million to Jiang Ling in a hurry.

I finally found a master who can treat my disease, but I can't run away just because I don't have enough money.

Not to mention how much wealth the Pei family has, there are hundreds of millions in his web account alone, and he earned it through his own ability.

However, it would take a week for the cash to arrive in the account, so he had to keep an eye on Jiang Ling and not let her disappear.

Jiang Ling paused, stretched out her hand and said with a smile: "Bring it up yourself."

Pei Qian's green eyes shrank, and somehow he turned back into a snake and wrapped himself around her arm.

The next second, he appeared in the room where the evil god was worshipped in the Fan family.

What a coincidence, the whole family was kneeling and kowtowing sincerely to the evil god.

Jiang Ling stood right in front of them, glanced at them, then turned and looked at the statue.

He tilted his head. The smell was so stinky that even the blood in the cup on the altar was still warm.

It is the purest and most innocent blood of a newborn.

Even Pei Qian, who had practiced for a hundred years, couldn't help but get on Jiang Ling's body, but Jiang Ling grabbed his snake's tail.

"Why are you hiding? Why don't you show yourself?" Jiang Ling said coldly, staring at the statue of the evil god.

The three people who were kneeling devoutly were startled when they heard the voice. They looked up suddenly and saw the girl in a white dress and the black snake in her hand suddenly appear. They were so scared that they stepped back one after another.

"you you…"

Fan Zengcheng pointed at Jiang Ling, stuttered for a long time without uttering a complete sentence, and rubbed his eyes in panic.

Looks like, too much like, too much like his ex-wife. When did she die? Is she here to cause trouble for him?

Jiang Ling turned her gaze towards the woman hiding behind her: "You are the one who stole my luck?"

She was not in a hurry. She raised her arm, poked Pei Qian's little black head with her fingertips, and glanced at the woman.

That’s right, it was that panicked, fearful look towards her that she loved the most.

"What...what? We don't know each other. Do you...know where this place is?" The woman shrank her neck and argued while dodging.

Jiang Ling snorted coldly: "My patience is limited. Either you come out by yourself, or you turn into ashes."

"Crazy, Dad, this woman must be crazy, call the police quickly." Fan Xiaoyin hid behind Fan Zengcheng, pulled his clothes and screamed.

"Why call the police? She's a ghost!"

"God, please save us and take this little devil away!" Fan Zengcheng sat on the ground and kowtowed to the statue frantically, begging for help. "Our Fan family is willing to worship you for generations to come."

His wife and daughter followed suit: “God, please bless us.”

How ridiculous it is to ask an evil spirit to protect you.

Jiang Ling had no patience with the evil god, so he took out the Soul Refining Cauldron from his Qiankun bag, activated it, and prepared to capture the evil god directly.

It just so happens that a thousand-year-old evil ghost is being refined here. With the addition of this evil god, maybe something good can be refined out of it.

As soon as the Soul Refining Cauldron was revealed, the evil god who had been hiding and recuperating instantly sensed the powerful ghostly aura, thinking it was an offering floating out from the statue.

A dark, hideous and ugly shadow of the evil god appeared in the air.

Seeing this scene, the three members of the Fan family immediately kowtowed to the statue: "Thank you for the protection of the gods."

The evil god, who was originally in a good mood, recognized Jiang Ling at a glance.

The fortune of the Fan family was all exchanged by him. Jiang Ling was the most special. It had secretly absorbed some energy from it back then.

"You are not Jiang Ling?" The evil god's voice was sharp and piercing.

"Yes, or, no."

Jiang Ling sat at the highest point with a light figure, legs crossed and a calm expression.

When the woman heard Jiang Ling's name, she was even more horrified. Was it the baby girl that she had thrown into the mountains with her own hands?

she died?

No wonder my daughter’s luck has been so unstable recently. Is it because she died?

Now it has turned into a ghost and come for revenge?

"The Fan family has been acting strangely these days. Was it done by the person behind you?" The evil god continued to ask. He didn't think that a twenty-year-old girl could have the strength to fight against him.

"It's my turn to ask, where is the base camp?"

Smelling the aura of this evil god, it is obvious that it is not something that can be cultivated through worshipping overnight, and it also carries a strong sense of hostility.

And that woman came into contact with these things by chance, and through special channels, she accidentally invited this evil god.

"What base camp?" The evil god played dumb.

Jiang Ling sneered: "It's okay, then I'll kill you?"

"Kill me? I'm showing you some kindness. Do you really think you're my opponent? Just one person and a hundred-year-old snake demon?"

The evil god was furious, and countless dark mists attacked Jiang Ling.

The temperature in the room dropped drastically, it became chilly and shrouded in gloomy fog.

Jiang Ling raised the corner of her mouth slightly and turned her wrist.

Pei Qian transformed into a human form and stood in front of her, blocking the incoming dark mist and gritting his teeth, "Sister Ling, I am a normal little demon in cultivation, and I cannot resist this kind of evil spirit. Are you asking me to come here to kill myself?"

"Is this all you can do?" Jiang Ling raised his eyebrows.

"I……"

Pei Qian hated Jiang Ling even more. It was really easy for him to talk without any worries. He thought that this woman was still useful and could not die here. He had to protect her at all costs.

The green eyes flashed with determination, and the snake's fangs bit the corner of its lips.

If he had known this earlier, he would have listened to his master and practiced well.

Jiang Ling let out a sigh, shook the Soul Refining Cauldron, narrowed his eyes slightly, and just waved his hand, and the dark fog in the whole room dissipated.

Pei Qian's eyes widened in shock. What just happened?

Jiang Ling threw a talisman casually and it fell on the statue.

The evil god screamed, "Wha...what? Impossible, quick, Fan Zengcheng, tear off the talisman!"

"Hush, be quiet." Jiang Ling put her finger in front of her lips, interrupting him and said slowly, "Don't worry, you won't die. Go back and tell him that you met a very powerful magician and you almost died in her hands."

The evil god naturally knew who Jiang Ling was talking about: "By..."

"Otherwise, choose a way to die, either turning into ashes or entering the Soul Refining Cauldron yourself?" Jiang Ling interrupted him and asked lazily.

So, she was the one who captured the evil ghost in the Soul Refining Cauldron?

The evil god was terrified, and thought of going back to report the matter, hoping that there might be a way to survive.

He glanced at the Fan family of three and fled instantly.

Pei Qian spat out a mouthful of blood instantly. His bronze face turned a little paler and his strong brows were furrowed.

There was a hint of murderous intent in his green eyes as he looked at Jiang Ling.

He didn't understand why this woman, who was clearly capable, let him take action.

Jiang Ling sat up high, lifted Pei Qian's chin, and with a smile on her lips, she glared at him: "Are you dissatisfied?"

Pei Qian turned his head away stubbornly, but Jiang Ling grabbed his jaw and turned him over: "It's a bargain for you, let's see the effect."

Jiang Ling shook the soul refining cauldron and threw it into the air. A pill fell out of it and landed right into Pei Qian's mouth.

Straight into the abdomen.

Jiang Ling then withdrew her hand. Pei Qian held his throat in fear, trying to spit out what he had swallowed.

"You...you are my daughter...Jiang Ling?"