If you want fortune telling, get a divorce first

"Lin Dengke, did you get the top scorer in the exam?" Song Mi was given a headache by his classical Chinese sentences one after another.

"Nope."

"You didn't even pass the exam, can you please shut up?"

“…” Lindenko, who was originally excited, suddenly drooped down.

Through the rearview mirror, Song Mi looked at him as if he was hurt, and his ghost eyes dimmed.

She felt a little regretful. After all, this was her own ghost servant, and it was not nice to hurt him.

Song Mi was about to open his mouth to explain when he heard Lin Dengke looking outside and muttering, "It's not that I can't pass the exam, it's that I don't have the opportunity to take it."

"I am the child prodigy of our town, just like the young Zhongyong and the young Zi'an. I am no less capable than them..."

Song Mi endured for another half an hour, but she couldn't bear it any longer and muted Lin Dengke.

She really deserved it for being soft-hearted and putting up with him just now.

"I've never felt so comfortable in a quiet world." Song Mi breathed a sigh of relief, not looking at Lin Dengke's exasperated expression.

"Why did you accept him?" Si Qicheng finally had the chance to speak. He had endured it all the way, even listening to him chanting while driving.

"Aren't you trying to bring him out of the mountains to help you identify people at the Bai family? And he is indeed capable." She didn't expect him to talk so much, Song Mi sighed.

"It may not be the Bai family." Si Qicheng looked at the road ahead with an unclear expression.

Even though Bai Keyan's personality has changed a lot now, without substantial evidence, he still doesn't believe that the Bai family was the real murderer who killed him.

Song Mi turned his head and looked out the car window.

Si Qicheng didn't want to believe it. There was no point in her saying more, so he was too lazy to elaborate on her thoughts.

The silence in the car became strange again. Si Qicheng glanced at Song Mi who was tilting his head, and suddenly felt that Lin Dengke's words were acceptable.

"Then do you plan to keep it in our house?" Si Qicheng asked Song Mi after getting off the highway.

Although he could accept that Song Mi was a mysterious master, he could not accept living with a ghost, and he could not accept that this ghost lived with Song Mi every day.

"Of course not." She would go crazy if she stayed with Lindenko every day.

Song Mi navigated to an address and said, "Go here."

Before getting married, Song Mi bought a small apartment with fine decoration. She just took possession of the house last year and only put some simple furniture in it. Now she is not living there temporarily, so it is just right for Lin Dengke to live there.

"Why did you buy such a small house?" This was the first thing Si Qicheng said when he entered.

"I'm poor, are you happy after hearing this?" Song Mi retorted speechlessly.

She has only been working for two years, so it’s pretty good that she can afford this apartment on her own!

Si Qicheng could tell she wasn't happy to hear that, so he said, "If you like this duplex, we can move to Tangsongyuan, which is a penthouse."

"Why move anywhere? Even if this house is small, I bought it with my hard-earned money. It's not shameful. Let Lindenke live there first. I'll move in after we get divorced."

Song Mi said as he turned on the power switch at the door. Lin Dengke didn't need water or electricity while living there, so if he wanted to turn on the light, he could just do it himself.

Si Qicheng felt uncomfortable when he heard her talking about divorce all the time.

"The dust is a bit heavy. I'll ask the housekeeper to clean it up tomorrow."

Song Mi cleared out a table in an empty north-facing room on the second floor, took out the incense and candles he had bought on the way here, and wrote Lin Dengke's birth characters and name in the upper right corner of the white scroll and hung it on the wall.

"I've set up a barrier around this house so no Xuanshi with malicious intent can enter. But you better behave yourself here and don't cause any trouble for me."

Song Mi lit a bunch of incense and inserted it into the incense altar. These incense sticks had no faith and could only make Lin Dengke happy by eating them.

"Then I'm alone here again?" Lindenko hung himself on the handrail of the stairs at the door and swayed, feeling bored.

He wanted to follow Song Mi because he wanted to leave the cave, see the outside world, and find a friend to talk to, but Song Mi left him alone in this house.

Although the house looks nice, he is still a person... a ghost!

"No, you still have to go out." Song Mi opened her phone and showed him photos of Zhang Yurou and Bai Keyan. "Help me keep an eye on them."

"But how can I keep an eye on two people by myself?"

"... Mainly keep an eye on Zhang Yurou. Tell me anything that happens. Once I'm done, I'll burn a few sets of clothes for you and some gold ingots for you. Then you can go shopping at the ghost market."

"Gold ingots!" Lin Dengke perked up at the mention of money. "I saw a wonderful set of brushes and ink at the ghost market last time. There's also a painting by Wu Daozi that I want, and a snake bone string..."

"Then I'll keep an eye on both of them for you. Can you burn more when the time comes?"

"I promised Xiaopang last time that I would take him to the ghost market for a big meal."

"Do good things, don't cause trouble, and you'll have everything you want."

"Hey, great! I'm willing to go through fire and water to fulfill your trust, sir!"

Si Qicheng listened to Song Mi's words. Why did he feel that she was more suitable to be a boss? She was so good at fooling her employees.

After Song Mi told Li Dengke not to turn on and off the lights randomly and scare people, she and Si Qicheng went back first.

After Song Mi left, Lin Dengke walked back and forth in the house a few times. After getting familiar with the house, he felt bored again.

This house is not even as big as his cave.

Otherwise? Go to the next door and take a look? He just looked, but he didn't do anything else.

I first went to the one on the left. There was a pregnant woman reading a book. It was boring.

Lindenko went to the one on the right. There was a young man in his twenties. A martial arts movie was playing on the projection screen, but he was playing games on his phone.

Lindenko's attention was quickly drawn to the movie. The people in the movie were fighting fiercely, and every punch was painful to watch. He wanted to stop them, but he couldn't touch the other person.

After searching for a long time, he still couldn't figure out where they were or who they were, but the storyline attracted him to continue reading.

So I followed the young man next to me and sat on the sofa to watch a movie...

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On the way back, they passed by a barbecue stall. Si Qicheng remembered that Song Mi liked to eat these, so he asked her if she wanted to have some.

Song Mi actually didn't want to eat at the moment, but it was rare for Si Qicheng to ask for food, so she didn't want to refuse him.

"Let's go."

Fortunately, Si Qicheng was off today and was wearing a casual windbreaker. Although it was expensive, it was much more harmonious than the last time he wore a high-end suit and sat in a hot pot restaurant.

After Song Mi finished cooking, he looked at the shop owner's Shiba Inu lying on the side of the road, and suddenly remembered a dog he had raised.

"I had a dog before."

"how is it like?"

"It's just a local dog."

"What about now?" Si Qicheng asked.

"He died long ago."

Song Mi looked at the Shiba Inu with a deep and distant look that seemed to have passed through tens of millions of years.

"Is it something that happened a long time ago?" Si Qicheng had heard her say several times that she was an ancestor from thousands of years ago, but he didn't quite believe it at that time.

But the Black and White Impermanence who appeared at the Zhang family a few days ago seemed to be old acquaintances of Song Mi, and he gradually accepted that she was really a person from thousands of years ago.

Song Mi nodded, but smiled helplessly. It had been a long time.

"How old are you?"

Si Qicheng is now full of curiosity about Song Mi. He can clearly feel that what he sees of Song Mi at this moment is just the tip of the iceberg of what she shows.

She has a story that goes back thousands of years.