If you want fortune telling, get a divorce first

There was a fierce glint in Song Mi's eyes. He raised his hand and slapped it in the air. Zhang Yurou was knocked to the ground by this slap from the air.

Song Mi stood up, his eyes as sharp as a blade, "I hate people scolding me the most, and I hate self-righteous idiots like you even more."

"Song Mi! Stop being so lawless!" the old lady shouted angrily in a sharp voice.

The old man had already told her that Song Mi was the one who could save his granddaughter.

Although she did not completely believe what Zhang Yurou said, ever since she knew that Song Mi had this kind of ghost and god magic, she thought about her usual domineering behavior and was always wary of her.

Seeing that Song Mi dared to use magic to beat people in front of them, would they, as the elders, have to follow her in beating and scolding in the future?

Hearing the voice, Song Mi looked at the old lady with a look that was not so cold at all, and even had a smile on her face, but her smile did not hide her contempt and sarcasm at all.

"Old lady, please don't act like an elder to me just because you're half buried in the ground. I absolutely hate that."

The old lady was so angry that she pointed at Song Mi, her fingers trembling uncontrollably, "You evil creature! How dare you talk to me like that! Get out of here!"

"Okay, I'm going out. Don't beg me." Song Mi said as he walked out.

Si Qicheng quickly stepped forward and grabbed Song Mi. Song Mi thought she was trying to stop her, but she didn't expect Si Qicheng to say to the servant behind her, "Go get a hair dryer."

Song Mi scratched his still wet hair with his free hand, "It will be dry in a while."

If it really doesn't work, she can use a trick to do it quickly, but she just received the message and came here immediately without dealing with it.

Those who had not noticed Song Mi's hair before also saw it at this time. They rushed over without even having time to blow-dry their hair.

I didn't expect that as soon as I came in I would hear words slandering me. Who wouldn't be angry after hearing that?

Old Master Si knocked the floor with the cane in his hand, making a dull, majestic sound of anger.

"Okay, you're already old enough, and you still don't speak politely."

The old lady glanced at Song Mi and felt guilty.

Then, Old Master Si said to Song Mi in a soothing tone, "Xiao Mi, your grandma is getting anxious and confused. Please go and help check on Xiao Yi."

"I can go see Si Shuyi, but," Song Mi glanced at Zhang Yurou and the old lady, "I want them to apologize, beg—I—"

"Song Mi, you wish!"

"Don't go too far!"

Zhang Yurou and the old lady's voices rang out at the same time, both with resentful eyes, Zhang Yurou especially.

Didn't she want a divorce? Didn't she leave? Why did she come back, at this very moment?

"Xiao Mi, this..." Old Master Si also indicated that something was not right.

It would be fine for Zhang Yurou, but even though her words were a bit harsh, it was really inappropriate for her to apologize and beg for mercy from a junior.

Song Mi looked up at Si Qicheng. It was rare that Si Qicheng didn't show any intention of stopping her.

Si Qicheng took over the blow-drying booth and heard Song Mi say,

"That's fine. Today is the weekend and it's not convenient. Please ask someone to bring the divorce agreement and have Si Qicheng sign it. I will save Si Shuyi."

……

During the silent confrontation, Si Shuyi's scream suddenly came from upstairs, and Zhang Yurou's face turned pale in an instant.

Divorce? Looking at the old man's calm eyes that had been condensed over the years, the old lady was unwilling to apologize, but the old man would never let them divorce.

"Is Song Mi so important?" The old lady finally asked the question that had been bothering her for years.

Old Master Si sat on the sofa with a serious look in his eyes. Although he said nothing, his words were more meaningful than what he said.

The old lady's face showed a hint of sneer. "Si Tonghe, I married you when I was twenty, and it's been fifty years now. Today, you want me to apologize to a junior?"

The moment Old Master Si looked at the old lady, the deep, hidden emotions in his eyes hurt the old lady.

Even after a lifetime, this man never fully trusted her.

The trust and respect she gained by bearing his children was so fragile and vulnerable.

The servants upstairs shouted anxiously to them, "Master, Madam, the young lady has bitten her tongue!"

Uncle Li knew that the situation below could not be solved for the time being, so he quickly took the chopsticks and went upstairs.

The old lady listened to the noise upstairs, closed her eyes, and turned to face Song Mi.

"Xiao Mi, I apologize for my attitude towards you just now. Please save Xiao Yi."

How could Song Mi not know that the old lady was not sincere, she was just doing it for the old man and loved her granddaughter.

However, it was enough for her to hear it, so she turned her gaze to Zhang Yurou with an expectant expression.

Everyone's eyes followed her gaze and focused on Zhang Yurou...

Zhang Yurou listened to the noises upstairs which had quieted down, but she felt more and more uneasy.

But she couldn't apologize. Once Song Mi went upstairs and was discovered...

What about her son? He hasn't even graduated yet. He can't compete with Si Qicheng...

Si Qicheng...Song Mi...

A strong hatred shot out from Zhang Yurou's eyes, and Si Qicheng felt that this hatred came more from him.

Song Mi bent down and looked at Zhang Yurou, "Don't you want to save Si Shuyi?"

"You actually used a child to threaten a mother." Zhang Yurou stared at her angrily.

"Are you worthy of being a mother?" Song Mi said coldly, looking at the darker aura on her forehead than before.

"Zhang Yurou, do you want to kill Xiaoyi?" Old Master Si's voice also became impatient.

While waiting for Zhang Yurou to speak, Si Qicheng plugged in the hair dryer and asked Song Mi to blow dry her hair first.

From upstairs came Uncle Li's anxious urging voice, and not far away came Song Mi's leisurely sound of the hair dryer.

Zhang Yurou felt the gazes of everyone in the hall except Song Mi, the onlookers, the questioning and urging eyes.

She stood up unwillingly and looked at Song Mi, her lips trembling with reluctance.

"I was wrong, please save Xiaoyi."

Song Mi's hair was already about 70% dry. She turned off the hair dryer and said in a harsh and cold tone, "Beg me."

"...Please...save Xiaoyi." The anger in Zhang Yurou's eyes was so intense that she wished she could burn Song Mi to death.

Song Mi then stepped into the elevator, and Si Qicheng followed closely behind.

Si Shuyi was biting two chopsticks in her mouth, with traces of blood oozing from the corners of her mouth. Her violent struggle also caused blood marks on her bound wrists.

Song Mi took out a talisman and stuck it on Si Shuyi. Si Shuyi finally calmed down. Uncle Li was still a little worried and didn't dare to let go completely.

"Uncle Li, untie her first." Song Mi reminded.

Uncle Li glanced at Si Qicheng, and after getting Si Qicheng's permission, he and the servants untied the chains on Si Shuyi's hands and feet, and stood aside.

Song Mi clasped her hands together, gathered the spiritual power in her palms, then spread out her palms. The spiritual power flowed out from her palms and wrapped around Si Shuyi.

Song Mi's spiritual power was like a chain, quickly locking up the restless evil spirit, making a hissing sound.

Si Shuyi's soul is gone!

Seeing her stop, Si Qicheng asked her, "Are you done?"

"No."

"What's wrong with her? Is there nothing you can do?" Old Master Si was also standing at the door with a cane.

"Her soul is not in her body." Song Mi explained.

Si Qicheng recalled the scene where Song Mi extracted Zhang Yuling's soul, "Was her soul also extracted?"

"Do you think anyone can extract souls?" Song Mi asked.

"Si Shuyi was under a spell, and someone used a ghost to force out her soul and take over this body.

If we exorcise the little ghost now but fail to find Si Shuyi's soul within two hours, this body will die completely."