have a funeral. They quickly took her to be cremated.I shrugged and said, "It's none of our business. We don't want this house. If you move in, someone will die, and it will be on your head. You bette...If it were talismans of major sects, I'd still have a rough understanding. But family and clan sects have their own secret arts. These secret arts are not passed down externally. Though I can roughly understand them, the intricacies within are difficult for outsiders to explain clearly.

"These symbols don't seem like they would be harmful…" I looked at a few carefully, and with some trepidation asked, "Why are they all photocopies"

A talisman is something that needs to be painted by a mage. How effective can a photocopy be

"What on earth did your mom...go through" Looking at these talismans, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of amusement and bewilderment.

Song Wei was so angry she could die. She searched her room and the whole house, flipping things over everywhere, and surprisingly found a thick stack of photocopied paper.

She tossed the papers onto the coffee table in a crumpled heap, covering the entire surface. We just stared at each other.

"Don't worry first, I think these talismans don't seem to be harmful. Although Fengyang法 has a reputation for being domineering and having wicked methods, it still depends on the person. These talismans don't seem malicious; they mostly ward off evil spirits. Maybe your mom feels that there have been many misfortunes in the house recently, so she wants to ask for some..." I comforted Song Wei.

"What kind of scam is this I think she's been tricked! What use are these photocopies And she kept it from us! She must have run into a con artist!" Song Wei angrily pulled out her phone to call her father and brother, wanting to know if their mother had been acting strangely lately.

I listened to her phone call while I organized the talisman papers she had found.

Five Tiger Generals... Retaining evil spirits... Pursuing divine calamity... Three souls and seven spirits...

What is all this stuff Why are you putting all these symbols in the house, whether they're useful or not.

Goosebumps erupted on my back, and a chill ran down my spine. I turned around to see Jiang Qiyun behind the sofa, his elbows propped up against the backrest as he peered at the talisman in my hand.

"Is this copy valid" I hurriedly asked him, unsure when the aloof Emperor had vanished again.

"It probably has a bit of a psychological effect, right" Jiang Qiyun glanced at me: "Do you really need to ask this Don't you understand"

I understand, but I also suspect that I am lacking in knowledge and refinement.

"How did you even follow me You should've said something beforehand, just come with your avatar. It wouldn't have been so hard…" I muttered to myself.

Jiang Qiyun raised an eyebrow and said: "These are busy times, I'm worried that some strange people will find you again. Anyway, the Underworld is under repair now, and I'm happy to have some peace and quiet."

Touch-up

Isn't it the Huangquan Formation that drags those demons and devils into the underworld, beating them up and destroying all the buildings and facilities

Jiang Qiyun glanced at me and reminded, "It's almost the ninth day of the ninth lunar month. Although the Underworld doesn't celebrate every year like humans do, it always pays respects every sixty years. This year, with an excuse, everyone is taking a lazy vacation, repairing palaces and houses all over the Underworld."

This year, an excuse I frowned. Could it be that Jiang Qiyun's Netherworld Formation still had a plan in place

Bring all the demons and monsters that have been unleashed from the demon realm to the underworld for processing. This way, you can also use it as an excuse to take a break.

He doesn't care, he's happy to have some peace and quiet, and he has more time to spend with me.

"Are all these Fengyang talismans evil" I held a stack of photocopied talisman paper in front of him.

Jiang Qiyun took a look and shook his head, saying: "It's harmless, but it doesn't have much effect on warding off evil spirits. It's just idle and adding to one's troubles."

Song Wei's mother hurried back home after receiving Song Wei's phone call, carrying a shopping bag. As soon as she arrived, Song Wei angrily questioned her, asking what on earth she was doing at home, secretly putting those talismans around. She was taken aback by the sight.

Song Wei's mother glared at Song Wei: "You child, what do you understand! This is all told to me by a patient of mine!"

"What kind of patient could tell you that If he had the ability to ward off evil and misfortune, why would he even end up in the hospital!"

"You kids wouldn't understand," Song Wei's mother said with a sneer. "Some things in this world can't be explained by language, and these are talismans to keep the house peaceful and ward off evil spirits. It'll prevent your second uncle from causing trouble again."

"Can these talismans even ward off a living person!" Song Wei rolled her eyes helplessly. "Don't believe those demonic and superstitious methods! You'll just get yourself entangled in trouble! Xiao Qiao's family has been doing this for generations, you should ask Xiao Qiao instead of some random patient!"

Song Wei's mother was stunned, widened her eyes, and patted her head: "How could I not have thought of Xiao Qiao's family... Oh, I'm getting old, completely forgetting things... But this patient of mine is no stranger. Many people come to him for advice! He has helped so many people, he's a master!"

Now when I hear the words "master," my scalp goes numb.

True masters, genuine cultivators of the esoteric arts, rarely seek fame or recognition. They are not fond of others constantly referring to them as "Master."

Generally, people introduce themselves this way. Most of them are knowledgeable but lack depth in understanding.

"Just recently, there was a patient who suffered serious injuries from a car accident and was treated at our hospital. Although he was a patient, his attitude was different from others. You know, 'a sick person in bed for a long time is not filial.' Only when someone gets sick do they realize the warmth and coldness of human relationships, the harmony of their family, and so on. He helped comfort many people in the same ward... Even our little girl from the department went to him for matchmaking advice! It was very accurate!" Song Wei's mother said with a serious face.

I looked at Jiang Qiyun and said, "Love and marriage are matters for the Moon God. How many mortals can truly sever a destined relationship"

But the Underworld has this thing called a Book of Life and Death… On it, there are many important matters, able to simply show one's life story, including their fate in love, right

"...What are you looking at" Jiang Qiyun frowned slightly.

"Can mortals truly sever fate" I asked.

"Easy to start, hard to stop." Jiang Qiyun answered simply.

That is, it can predict and anticipate based on fate, but the final result is not 100% accurate.

But after a psychological guidance, one will tend to interpret all their experiences based on that assumption, leading them to believe it's incredibly profound.

Whether or not the "Masters" are skilled in spells, I wouldn't dare say. But they are certainly adept at observing people's hearts.

Song Wei, seeing that her mother was somewhat obsessed, sneered and said, "Tell me, what's the master's name, which ward is he in I'll go find him to calculate my marriage and career fortune."

"If you want to have it calculated, why didn't you say so earlier I was afraid you kids would object to these things before, so I didn't dare take you there. Otherwise, I'd take you to meet him and see your palms! I feel like you haven't been very lucky in love and marriage…" Song Wei's mother muttered.

Song Wei's temples throbbed, she clenched her teeth and said in a low voice, "Fine, I'll take leave today. We can go this afternoon then."

I really didn't want to stay at Song Wei's place too long. It was a bit awkward, so after dinner I said goodbye and made plans to meet up at the hospital later.

I pulled Jiang Qiyun down the stairs. I really wanted to hold his arm, but I was afraid people would see me making gestures towards “empty air.”

He seemed to see through my little scheme, his sleeve slipping down to reveal a cool hand that grasped my fingertip, gently enfolding it within the warmth of his palm.

"...Mu Xiaoqiao, what's wrong with you lately You always seem to be feeling uneasy."

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