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

"Well, so, out of pity for you, I'll give you a chance to do it willingly."

Jiang Ling finally found the only talisman to concentrate her mind, and used it by pinching the fingers. Soon, the dizziness disappeared, and her red cheeks returned to normal.

The hand that had been supporting Pei Jingchen naturally fell down, and he sat on the chair in the museum and rubbed his eyebrows.

Pei Jingchen lowered his eyes and slowly lowered his raised arm.

"Are you willing? Are you willing to go to the Soul Refining Cauldron?" The female ghost walked closer to Jiang Ling little by little.

"Do you really think I'm a little ghost who knows nothing? If the ghost was forcibly subdued, it would definitely struggle after entering, and the soul pill refined in the end would be greatly discounted."

Jiang Ling was not embarrassed at all when her little trick was exposed. Instead, she said seriously, "I never force others. If you don't want to, then I will do it myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the palm-sized Soul Refining Cauldron instantly grew several times larger, and the lid of the cauldron flipped up to the sky, with a thick, evil aura blowing towards him.

"Don't force others. If they don't agree, you just force them!" The female ghost activated her ghost energy with difficulty and gritted her teeth to resist the Soul Refining Cauldron.

Jiang Ling chuckled, and her index finger controlled the direction of the Soul Refining Cauldron, sometimes up and sometimes down, as if she was teasing a cat, and her thin lips moved slightly: "Do you still love him?"

The female ghost was stiff, and the ghost energy she was blocking was obviously weakened. She quickly reacted and continued to resist: "You cunning little mystic, you did it on purpose!"

"Not bad." Jiang Ling hooked her index finger and put away the Soul Refining Cauldron. "Hundreds of years have passed, and your friendship has not diminished at all."

The female ghost collapsed to the ground helplessly, her long black skirt spreading out on the white marble tiles like withered petals.

As the ghost aura weakened, the ghost girl's face also changed, and a yellowed painting floated in the air.

In the painting, a woman in elegant clothes is standing in front of a large and majestic door. Her back seems a little slender, and she looks up at the moon with a graceful posture. But if you look closely, you can see that the person's expression looks a bit sad and nostalgic.

"Little mystic, you can satisfy her obsession, but can you satisfy mine?" The ghost girl's voice was weak, not as sharp as it was at the beginning.

It was still early, Jiang Ling wanted to take a sip of the gourd, put it to her lips, put it down again, and stuffed it into her Qiankun bag: "If it's not too much trouble, I can talk to you."

The female ghost looked at Pei Jingchen with her scarlet pupils and smiled, "You love her very much, right?"

Pei Jingchen seemed not to hear it and didn't seem to react at all.

"My name is Qi Xixi. I am the only daughter of the richest businessman at that time, and he was the husband that was arranged for me. However, fate was unfortunate. When he was seven years old, his family suffered a disaster and all of them died except him. He had nowhere to go, so my family took him in."

The ghost girl paused and sat up: "According to ancient etiquette, I cannot meet him privately. Although we live under the same roof, I can only meet him in my boudoir or with my sisters, and I never go beyond the rules."

"That day, I was returning from a visit to a government lady's house to admire the flowers. I encountered a dangerous situation on the road. The coachman was sleepy and almost hit an innocent child. It was he who appeared in time and saved the child from danger. Through the car window, I met him formally for the first time."

"He was wearing a plain blue shirt, with a crystal jade pendant hanging around his waist. It was the jade pendant from the Qi family... The groom joked: "Scholar Li is reading again?"

I forgot what he replied, but I remember that he bowed politely and behaved in a refined and courteous manner, completely different from those playboys. I knew that I was attracted to my future husband.

Later, I often went to see him secretly. His favorite thing to do was to read. In his spare time, he would help the servants with work. Thanks to my plan, I successfully got to know him.

Since we are already engaged, why should we be bound by all those formalities?

He said that he wanted to achieve fame and marry me openly.

But my father thought that fame and fortune were not important. As long as he was willing to marry into the Qi family, the entire family would belong to him in the future. I knew his ambitions and supported him in obtaining fame and fortune.

Years passed, spring went and autumn came, and finally the day came for him to go to Beijing for the imperial examination. By then, we had already fallen in love with each other and decided to spend our lives together.

This painting is the beautiful figure that was accidentally captured by a street painter while I was waiting.

Although it was only a few short days, it seemed as if thousands of years had passed.

Little mystic, do you know that what I waited for in the end was not his good news, but he personally slaughtered our entire Qi family."

The female ghost fell into memories while the man rode on horseback looking down at her, with countless killers swarming behind him.

In the bloody courtyard, she knelt helplessly in a pool of blood, looking at the man who was once gentle but now looked like the cold god of death.

"Are you done?" Jiang Ling opened her thin lips.

"I didn't die, he spared my life, but not long after, he became his consort. I have always been puzzled. Even if he didn't love me and didn't have me in his heart, why did he kill my entire Qi family! Do you know the feeling of love and hate?"

Pei Huaizhi at the side couldn't control himself and sniffed: "In that era, people really had no choice."

"So, what is your obsession?" Jiang Ling asked calmly.

"I want to kill him with my own hands to avenge myself. Even if he is his reincarnation, I will kill him with my own hands!" The female ghost's eyes were red.

There was a hint of surprise and contradiction in Jiang Ling's eyes.

The female ghost clearly loved the man deeply, but the expression on her face now showed that she really wanted to kill him with her own hands.

"Then can you find him?" Jiang Ling asked.

"I can't find it. After I died, my soul was attached to this painting, and my movements were limited... If you can help me, wait for me to get rid of my obsession, and I will take the initiative to enter the Soul Refining Cauldron."

Jiang Ling nodded: "Well, Cui Jue should have records, you can ask."

"Cui Jue?"

The female ghost began to doubt her ears again.

Jiang Ling calmly picked up the phone and made a video call to Cui Jue.

When Cui Jue saw Jiang Ling calling, the corners of his mouth drooped. He paused before pressing the hang-up button, then turned back and clicked the answer button.

Seeing that the connection was successful, Jiang Ling threw the ghost phone to the female ghost: "Talk to him yourself."

The female ghost then stammered as she told her story. After she finished, she lost all her arrogance and used her ghost energy to return the ghost machine to Jiang Ling.

Cui Jue understood and was thinking about it when he happened to see the man behind Jiang Ling in the ghost camera and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The man had a stern and solemn look, and he looked like her, very much like her, but...also not like her.

Is it dazzled?

"What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up." Jiang Ling urged lazily.

"I have some impression of that ghost. He has not been reincarnated and has been reduced to ashes."

"He just turned into ashes?" The ghost girl's heart sank, sadness and anger intertwined in her chest, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly burst out: "How can he turn into ashes? He also said that he would be with me for the rest of my life!"

Jiang Ling sneered when he heard this: "I told you two, you two are the same."

After saying that, he looked at Pei Jingchen again, "Is your love also a mixture of love and hate? Do you want me to help you find the person you're waiting for?"

Jiang Ling felt that this man was different from all the men in her memory. He was very obedient and understood her very well.

For example, just now, he took the initiative to support her without saying much. Everything was just right, and very much in line with her wishes.

Pei Jingchen looked at Jiang Ling casually: "No, I think she doesn't want to get to know me."

"I feel out of place in this room full of crazy men and women. Cui Jue, please continue."

"Oh...oh, after being punished, the ghost has been unwilling to reincarnate. Meng Po even secretly fed him Meng Po soup, but it didn't have any effect."