If you want fortune telling, get a divorce first

Si Qicheng, the president of Sicheng Group. Half a month ago, his wife Song Mi was in a car accident. She was clearly sent to the hospital, but she disappeared in the ICU ward out of thin air.

They checked the surveillance footage and only saw a dark shadow appear in the ward, and Song Mi disappeared along with the shadow.

What happened was indeed strange, but they were more inclined to believe that the perpetrator was someone inside the hospital, who was able to tamper with the surveillance.

So they sued the hospital and issued a notice to search the entire Internet.

The young woman from Jiugou Village saw the photos of the Si family and posted them with a try-it attitude.

After all, if it is wrong, it is wrong. If it is right, there will be a reward of tens of millions.

Si Qicheng saw in the photo that Song Mi was still wearing the hospital gown with blood and stains on it. She was sitting in the car, chewing a steamed bun with her head down, and she looked much thinner.

But he was sure that it was Song Mi.

It looked as though it had taken a lot of abuse.

People from their Si family were actually abused like this. It was simply bullying to their Si family!

Si Qicheng immediately asked someone to contact the woman who sent the photo. Half an hour later, a Maybach led the way, followed closely by twenty Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicles, and they left City X.

Song Mi and Ruoqin arrived at the Taoist temple, and she gave all the money she had just earned to Ruoqin.

"Are they all going to be donated?" Ruoqin asked in a daze.

Song Mi had never seen such a dumbfounded person before. "Donate half, and keep the rest for yourself. Save some money and buy a phone that can receive money."

"But today you did the hard work."

"Didn't you bring me back?" Song Mi said, "If it doesn't work, buy some meat tomorrow. I haven't eaten meat in half a month."

"But……"

"The Three Pure Ones don't have any dietary restrictions, it's your master who is stingy." Song Mi knew what he was going to say.

She was helpless. How did Wuwang manage to lead two disciples? There was also Ruoyu, who was also stupid.

No wonder most of the so-called masters of this era are just swindlers, neither the masters nor the juniors are smart.

"I'm going to the back mountain. Don't look for me if you have nothing to do."

There is a natural cold spring behind the bamboo forest of Taiqing Temple, located in a depression in the mountains. With just a little movement, the surrounding spiritual energy can sink here. The spiritual energy that is a little farther away will flow into the spring along the spring water, continuously replenishing this spring.

The terrain here is excellent. Thousands of years ago, many cultivators came here to heal their wounds. In the past hundred years, no one has come here to use the spiritual spring, and the spiritual energy is extremely abundant.

Song Mi took off his clothes and sat in the water. The restless resentment in his body gradually calmed down under the suppression of the spiritual energy of the cold spring.

Song Mi sighed and fell asleep comfortably leaning against the stone wall.

At three o'clock in the morning, the moon slants to the southeast.

Song Mi suddenly felt a hand grabbing his arm. He dodged and pulled the hand down into the spring.

The fist stopped just an inch away from Si Qicheng.

"Si Qicheng?" Song Mi looked at the man shrouded in purple light in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Si Qicheng rushed over overnight. The woman who sent her the photo had contacted the old man on the tricycle early on, and he went to the mountains as soon as he got the address.

Just now, he saw the pale Song Mi lying in the water and thought she... He hurriedly tried to grab her, but unexpectedly, he was pulled into the water instead.

Song Mi was extremely agile and his movements were so fast that he was caught off guard. He just saw a flash of red light in Song Mi's eyes, which disappeared in an instant, but it made him dazed for a moment and he stood there in a daze.

"Ask you?" Song Mi asked him again.

"Looking for you." Si Qicheng stood up from the water.

Under the moonlight, his whole body was enveloped in a noble purple light, looking dignified and extraordinary.

The spring water wet his hair, and drops of water dripped from the ends of his hair into the water. When he turned his face to the side, he could see his clear jawline, his nose that reached the bridge of his nose, and his angular features.

Unfortunately, although this man is good-looking, there is really no need to get along with him anymore.

"You disappeared for half a month."

He lowered his head, but saw that Song Mi had no intention of getting up.

Song Mi leaned back and said leisurely, "Why did I disappear? Don't you know?"

The cold spring was shrouded in mist at this moment, and Song Mi's figure in the water was looming, and her skin was as smooth as jade under the moonlight.

"I didn't ask you to go." Si Qicheng said.

"Is it me who's so cheap that I rush to take care of my husband who's having an affair with his mistress? And I got into a car accident because of my bad luck?"

Song Mi sneered, "Si Qicheng, don't you claim to be noble and clean? Look at what you have done, don't you think it is clean?"

Si Qicheng's body was that of an ordinary person after all. After being immersed in the cold spring, he felt cold all over. "I have nothing to do with her. Get up first. The water is cold. I'll talk to you when I get back."

Song Mi looked at the hand he stretched out to her, raised her hand and opened it.

"Don't touch me, dirty."

Of course she had to go back and get a divorce, even if the old man didn't agree.

Si Qicheng frowned. Song Mi never had such a temper before.

However, considering Song Mi's experience of being abducted and sold during this period, Si Qicheng went ashore first in silence.

Song Mi then stood up and put on the clothes that Ruoqin bought for him - a white sweatshirt and blue jeans.

She hadn't worn such simple clothes for about three years, and she felt inexplicably relaxed.

According to her original plan, she intended to recuperate for a few more days. Although the resentment in her body had been digested, she still wanted to nourish her spiritual power.

Even if it is impossible to quickly recover to the original state, it will still be better than it is now.

But since Si Qicheng is here, she can go back now. The sooner she divorces, the more time she will have to recover her spiritual power.

At the back mountain pass, she saw from afar the thin figures of Ruoqin and Ruoyu, who were blocked at the pass by forty or fifty tall bodyguards.

"Grandma!" Ruoyu called her. Si Qicheng looked at Song Mi with strange eyes, and even the bodyguard's eyes flashed with surprise.

Song Mi just pretended not to see it. What's wrong with the grandmother? She is at the level of an ancestor.

"Daoyou." Ruoqin saw her raise her head, "These people rushed in suddenly, we can't stop them."

"Nothing." Song Mi glanced at Si Qicheng and asked him to withdraw his men.

"Take Ruoyu to rest first." Song Mi rubbed Ruoyu's little head. The silly child, about seven or eight years old, followed his senior brother eagerly to stop the bodyguards.

Weirdly cute.

When coming down from the back mountain, Song Mi had already told Si Qicheng that it was the abbot of the Taoist temple who saved her.

But what Si Qicheng thought of as rescue was rescuing people from the den of human traffickers.

In fact, it was the temple master who helped her restore her soul.

Si Qicheng wanted to rush back overnight, but Song Mi said she was tired, so he asked the bodyguard to go down the mountain first, and he followed Song Mi into her room.

"Why did you follow in?" Song Mi asked in confusion.

Si Qicheng looked around the simple room. There was no air conditioning and the room was damp and cold. "Tell them to light a fire and come over."

It was dark outside just now, and Song Mi didn't notice that his face had turned blue and his lips had turned purple from the cold. Yet, Si Qicheng endured it all the way and didn't notice anything was wrong when he spoke.

Song Mi raised his hand, and Si Qicheng subconsciously dodged it, but then felt embarrassed.

"Why? Are you afraid that I will hit you again?" Song Mi was a little amused.

Si Qicheng stood straight. Despite the cold, he was able to control himself from shivering, maintaining his usual aloofness. "I'm just giving in to you."

Song Mi raised her eyebrows slightly, but did not expose him. She just raised her hand and placed it on his arm, circulating her spiritual power.

Si Qicheng looked at her hands and had a strange feeling. Her hands were obviously cold, but when she touched him, even through the clothes, he could feel a trickle of warmth, which spread from his arms to every part of his body.

After about three to five minutes, he clearly felt that his body temperature had returned to normal and even his clothes had become dry.

"You are..." He looked at her in shock, "Is this a spell?"

Isn’t she Song Mi?

"That's it."

"Are you a monster?"