The fortune teller who set up a stall became the first strategist of the Republic of China

Wang Ruyi untied the ropes on her father, and Master Wang immediately stood up. Feeling a little sore in his arms and legs, he began to swing them.

After a while, Master Wang hunched his back slightly and said, "Brave man, you are very courageous. How about this: you can take this gold ring on my hand as a token of my gratitude."

After saying that, he took off the ring on his finger and put it in Gao Qingqiu's hand.

Gao Qingqiu accepted it with a smile.

Three people walked out of the warehouse door and got into the car.

The driver asked, "Where to?"

Wang Ruyi looked at Gao Qingqiu and said, "Let's send Mr. Gao to the overpass first."

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Two days later, the old man came again and said, "My grandson sold the factory at a very low price. He's in a bad mood now. Come with me to comfort him."

"For door-to-door service, my charge is 15 dollars," Gao Qingqiu said with a smile.

The old man was stunned, then nodded and said, "Hey, it doesn't matter. As long as you can enlighten him, it's fine."

The old man waved and called two rickshaws, and he and Gao Qingqiu got on one each.

Ten minutes later, the two arrived at Magpie Road.

Two rickshaws stopped at No. 705.

The old man paid the money and took Gao Qingqiu to the third floor.

Gao Qingqiu discovered that the third floor was covered by a layer of black fog, which must be a bad omen.

The old man pushed open a door.

Gao Qingqiu saw the young man lying on the chair, probably the old man's grandson.

He also saw a Yohen Tenmoku lamp placed on the table.

There was a thicker black mist in the bowl, which kept coming out and entangling the young man.

"Did you see the black fog?" Gao Qingqiu asked the old man.

"No, I can't see anything." The old man's eyes wandered.

"There is something wrong with this bowl. If I'm not mistaken, it was unearthed from an ancient tomb of the Southern Song Dynasty and stolen by tomb robbers. Then, it circulated in the market, but the resentful aura on it has not disappeared." Gao Qingqiu said lightly.

The young man instantly became interested and stood up. "How did you know?"

"I also know that the owner of this bowl was forced to death by Emperor Gaozong of Song. He hated the emperor and hated that world even more. He cast a poisonous curse that anyone who disturbed his peace would be killed!" Gao Qingqiu looked at the young man secretly.

The young man lowered his eyelids. "You're absolutely right. Ever since I bought this bowl, I've been vomiting blood many times, and there have been many industrial injuries in the factory. If you say this bowl is poisonous, how should we deal with it?"

"It cannot be smashed. Once it is broken, the evil spirits in the bowl will harm more people." Gao Qingqiu said solemnly.

The old man's head was foggy and his forehead was covered with sweat. "Then, what should we do?"

"Before dark today, bury this bowl in the soil outside the city. This is called burying it in peace." Gao Qingqiu touched his chin.

The old man pulled Gao Qingqiu's sleeve and said, "Please help us deal with it. We don't want to be involved with this unlucky thing."

"Oh, I shouldn't have spent so much money to buy such a harmful thing." The young man slumped down in his chair.

The old man found a large piece of brown paper and handed it to Gao Qingqiu.

Gao Qingqiu quickly wrapped the Yohen Tenmoku cup in brown paper.

"Come with me, and when I'm done, you can give me another 15 dollars."

The old man thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll go too."

The old man went into the room, changed into a long gown, put on a top hat, took some dollars, and followed Gao Qingqiu out.

At this time, the black fog on the third floor disappeared.

The sunlight outside the window also shines in, golden and golden.

"Buzz!"

The Yohen Tenmoku lamp actually moved, and a few drops of blood dripped out of the brown paper.