The last disciple who traveled through Medicine King Valley sells goods live

Quan Fei nodded thoughtfully, his brow furrowed, his expression grave. He knew full well that if something like this involving the mystical arts were true, it would be absolutely serious!

If someone really was secretly borrowing the money, it would not only harm An Qingjie personally, but could also endanger the peace of the entire village.

Anyone who can perform such advanced spells is certainly not an ordinary person.

"Then do you think this is directly related to Zhao Yongzi?" Quan Fei looked at Shanshan with a hint of expectation in his eyes, hoping that she could give more specific clues.

But Shanshan shook his head and said, "He doesn't have that ability!"

After saying that, Shanshan asked Grandma An, "Grandma An, you are an elder in the village. You should know whether Zhao Yongzi has always been so powerful or whether he suddenly became so powerful one day?"

Grandma An thought for a moment: "Five years ago! Yes, five years ago! Zhao Yongzi didn't know these things before. He was just a boaster. He was a big man who didn't work hard and was always thinking about cheating and deceiving people.

Five years ago, after his wife passed away, he claimed he could see spirits and ghosts, and even heal illnesses. He posted daily on Tomato short videos about his ability to see things and heal illnesses. Within two days, I heard his video account had been blocked.

Later, someone heard that there was someone in the village who could look at these things, so they came looking for him. In fact, everyone knew that they were looking for Zhao Huzi, Zhao Huzi's great-uncle. The old man did have some things, but he died not long after Zhao Yongzi's wife died.

Those people naturally found Zhao Yongzi. Zhao Yongzi was a rich man. He finally came across a big sheep and tried his best to slaughter it, asking for two thousand yuan.

People thought he was unreliable and left.

Everyone knew what he was like back then, but he had no real skills. Not to mention whether he was a fortune teller or not, he was a complete liar.

But then, for some reason, word got out that Zhao Yongzi's fortune-telling was incredibly accurate. Many people came to him for fortune-telling. In just one year, his house was demolished and rebuilt, and as you can see, it's a magnificent building.

Especially all kinds of rich people often come to his place. I haven't seen any today, but usually there are always a few nice-looking cars parked in front of his house."

Shanshan pondered, "Borrowing luck requires the person's birth date and eight characters, as well as their hair and blood as a guide. I haven't sensed any profound power in Zhao Yongzi, and from what Grandma An said, it's clear that Zhao Yongzi doesn't possess any of these abilities. Therefore, someone else must be doing this."

Zhao Yongzi was a cover for being replaced."

After Shanshan said this, Mother An's face suddenly turned much paler, and she began to tremble all over. "You, you're saying that it was because Jiezi provided his birth date, blood, and hair that he became like this?"

The way Shanshan looked at her, it was clear she didn't want to accept this fact. But she nodded, "Yes. Zhao Yongzi claims to be very accurate in fortune-telling, so he's certainly quite skilled. Naturally, many people seek him out for divination. However, after he's dealt with their requests, he's quietly obtained what he wanted, thus completing the spell of borrowing luck."

An Qingjie looked at his mother like this and asked worriedly, "Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mother An burst into tears. "It was me. I heard Zhao Yongzi was very accurate, so I asked him to make a talisman for Jie Zai. It was me who gave Zhao Yongzi Jie Zai's birth chart, his hair, and his blood. If it weren't for me, this wouldn't have happened to our Jie Zai."

An Qingjie's face also turned pale. Grandma An seemed to have thought of this a long time ago and just sighed.

These are the only people in the An family now. After Shanshan said this just now, she didn't do it, and the other one naturally became clear all of a sudden.

Mother An is doing this for An Qingjie's own good, so who can say anything?

Although Mother An actually believed Shanshan's words a little, her rationality still made her hesitate: "You said all this yourself. Do you have any evidence?"

Shanshan thought about the fortune she had seen coming to Zhao Yongzi's house, and how the fortune was the most abundant. She thought that a lot of the fortune came from the village, so she thought for a moment and asked, "Did you ever have something happen here that could have made most people in the village very wealthy, but then suddenly disappeared?"

The question Shanshan asked was too general. Who could have thought of it?

Jiang Ningming, who was standing next to him, said, "The only thing that can make the whole village rich is naturally demolition. Or else some big boss will come and invest."

Grandma An suddenly thought of something and said, "Our village is very close to the city. There was indeed a developer who wanted to buy land here to build houses, but then I don't know what happened. Is this the case?"

Shanshan was also unsure: "I'm not sure about this, but what I want to say is that the people in the village should have had great fortune, but now their fortune has been sucked away.

This is your village, and you should know someone there, so you can ask. If anyone in the village hasn't gone to see Zhao Yongzi, they should all have some money. But those who have seen him probably can't save any money no matter how much they earn. As long as you don't lose money, it's good."

Shanshan's words undoubtedly meant that Grandma An and Mother An had already given them the list.

The two looked at each other and confirmed without asking what Shanshan said.

Mother An now completely believed what Shan Shan said: "So what should we do? Can Jie Zai's luck be restored?"

Speaking of this, Shanshan felt a little embarrassed: "Well, I don't know either."

Jiang Ningming coughed and tried not to laugh. Shanshan was a typical example of someone who was only handsome for three seconds.

Shanshan glared at Jiang Ningming, then said honestly, "I've only recently started researching this, so I really don't know. Sorry."

Mother An was almost in tears. She was actually hoping to hear Shanshan tell her how much it would cost to solve the problem. Because at least there was still hope.

Now that Shanshan is so real, Mother An is even more disappointed.

Quan Fei said, "Don't worry, I'll contact my teammates and see if they have any solutions."

Quan Fei quickly pulled out his phone, stepped aside, and, with a solemn expression, began contacting his teammates. He lowered his voice, quickly and clearly describing An Qingjie's bizarre encounter, the strange aura of Zhao Yongzi's home, and Shanshan's speculation about the sorcery of borrowing luck.

Questions and responses came from the other end of the phone from time to time. Quan Fei sometimes frowned, sometimes nodded, and every subtle change in his expression touched the hearts of everyone in the room.