Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

Jing Li had already descended the mountain while Nangong Qinghe and the others were scouting the village.

She didn't have time to deal with those vengeful spirits, but she did bring Qin Ruolan back. Of course, Qin Ruolan had become wild again, thinking she could beat her and not taking her seriously at all.

At first, they were eager to try and very disobedient.

Unexpectedly, she lost her temper as soon as the ghost general behind Jing Li appeared.

The hierarchy of ghosts is clear, and beings at the level of Ghost Generals are practically invincible, so Qin Ruolan is naturally afraid of them.

Jing Li not only obtained the Blood Glue from the Ghost General, but also something else—the Tailbone Bag. She was very familiar with that thing; its intricate patterns outlined characters that others couldn't understand.

How can objects from 10,000 years ago be preserved so well?

The ghost general said that he saw this thing on his body after he was suppressed.

She figured it was probably related to that bald man. Since she couldn't figure it out, she would wait for future developments, and some clues would eventually emerge.

However, there was an advantage: the bag could collect souls, which made it easier for her to bring the two ghosts down the mountain.

When she brought the ghost general to Qin Ruolan, her first thought was to kill Qin Ruolan. After all, bringing two ghosts down the mountain would require her to go through a lot of trouble to cover them up. Fortunately, she had this bag, which saved her from the thought of killing.

If Qin Ruolan knew what she was thinking, she probably wouldn't cause any more trouble.

The first thing Jingli did after coming down the mountain was to find food.

At this moment, she was sitting on a swaying country bus. The smell of gasoline emanating from the bus made her dizzy; her body was simply too weak.

Inside, there were the sounds of elderly men and women talking, especially the old man next to her, who was talking loudly on the phone, but because he was hard of hearing, he shouted even louder.

Sigh, I really want to cast a silencing spell on them.

Unfortunately, it was a waste of effort.

Most of the other people were gossiping about other people's families, saying things like, "Today this family's daughter-in-law ran away," or "Tomorrow that family's son is doing drugs."

They're either talking about how the pig died or how much the groceries cost today.

These amazing elderly folks are such a waste that the intelligence agency shouldn't recruit them.

Many people frequently glanced at Jing Li; the bus was filled with elderly men and women, and the pretty young girl inside was truly eye-catching.

A group of older women were also chattering away, saying something unintelligible.

Jingli knew exactly what they were talking about; they were discussing whether she had a husband and wanted to play matchmaker for her.

One of them couldn't hold back any longer and asked to switch seats with the old man next to Jingli.

"Old Zhang, can you switch places with me? I need to talk to the young lady for a bit."

Clearly, she and this old Zhang were very familiar with each other. Before the old Zhang could even hear what she said, he followed her hand gesture, took his phone, and sat down in the spot where she had been sitting.

The old lady looked at Jingli with a big smile on her face, her satisfaction practically written all over her face.

Jing Li rested her chin on her hand and looked up at her.

The old lady had sparse but shiny black hair, a full and broad forehead, flawless forehead and temples, and prominent temples, indicating a person blessed with good fortune and longevity.

However, the current situation is that Luo Wangwen has few descendants for three generations.

"Nannan, do you have a boyfriend?" she called out in a dialect that Jingli almost didn't understand.

I was quite surprised.

She spoke very enthusiastically, and perhaps afraid of startling Jing Li, she moved to the other side of her seat.

"No," Jing Li answered honestly.

Hearing this, the old lady smiled even more broadly, wanting to take Jingli's hand but too shy, "Nannan's voice is so pretty too."

Continue praising.

They started chatting about everyday things again, "Where are you going?"

Perhaps feeling bored, Jingli started chatting with her.

"I don't know, I'm looking for food."

To be honest, she doesn't know where to go now, her pockets are empty, even a hero can be brought down by a penny.

Her bewildered expression, in the old woman's eyes, resembled that of a destitute girl with nowhere to go.

Especially with her dirty white dress, she looked even more like it.

It could be as terrible as it gets.

The old woman automatically imagined the scene of her begging for food everywhere, and immediately felt sorry for her, so she didn't ask the questions she wanted to say.

"Come to my house for a meal, I'm a great cook."

Jing Li immediately agreed, very quickly, "Okay."

The main reason was that she had just overheard the group talking about food, and the old lady's cooking skills seemed genuinely good.

The original owner's body was quite weak, like a starving ghost. How many meals did she not eat before she arrived?

Just as Jingli had observed, the old woman was a kind and good person.

Upon hearing Jingli readily agree to have dinner at her house, her eyes filled with heartache. How could this little girl, who had suffered so much, not even be able to afford a meal?

The other elderly people overheard their conversation and were all surprised, wondering how such a pretty young girl couldn't even afford a meal.

My compassion was stirred, and I lowered my voice considerably.

The car swayed and bumped its way to the town.

Compared to the remote village, this place appears much more modern, with billboards hanging haphazardly on the walls and electrical wires tangled around it.

"Nannan, come on, this old woman will take you to my house for dinner." Aunt Lu Linghua got out of the car and led Jingli to her house.

Many people she knew greeted her, suggesting she was very popular.

However, some people kept glancing at Jing Li, and even joked with her while smiling:

"Oh! Old Mrs. Lu, is this your new granddaughter-in-law?"

There was no ill intent.

Jingli merely glanced at them indifferently.

"Don't talk nonsense. That young lady is innocent. Don't gossip." Lu Linghua warned in a slightly stern tone, but still smiled.

She was afraid that negative comments about Jing Li would spread later.

She liked the girl at first sight because she was pretty.

Jing Li's expression was indifferent, revealing neither joy nor sorrow. After looking at her for a while, she spoke: "Your grandson is a policeman, named Lu Yize."

His words were very firm.

Lu Linghua was also taken aback by Jing Li's sudden, seemingly random question. "Huh? How did you know?"

Her grandson takes her surname. Most people here know she has a grandson, but almost no one knows his name.

Could it be that this little girl already knew her own grandson?

“Damn it,” Jingli continued, “call him and tell him not to drive tonight.”

As the strongest sorcerer, Jing Li has reached the point where she can discern a person's approximate fortune simply by looking at their face without needing to set up any formations.

Of course, the weaker one's destiny, the easier it is to see through things.

It's similar to the feng shui of this world, but feng shui is just a cover for superficial phenomena. If she wants to achieve her goal, setting up an array is the key.

You can only get a basic understanding from facial features.

Lu Linghua was filled with questions upon hearing this, "What do you mean by 'divination'?"

"Ah."

Why are you talking about it in such a mysterious and superstitious way?

Lu Linghua assumed the little girl was just starving and didn't take it to heart, taking Jingli back to her home.

Jing Li looked at the two exquisite villas without any surprise.

This puzzled Lu Linghua greatly. The girl's overall demeanor did not suggest that she was down on her luck. Could it be that she had been playing the victim to deceive her?