GBP Chapter 166 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 17
Chapter 166 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 17
Qin Boyue tilted his head, somewhat puzzled: "What? Aren't you leaving?"
The young Taoist priest looked up tremblingly: "Could you please ask your elder brother to let that young lady go? You have no grudge against her. Even if you have some connection with her, now that you are separated by life and death, you should let go and reincarnate as soon as possible."
The young man smiled gently: "This is none of your business, mind your own business."
Her words were ruthless, which was quite inconsistent with her elegant appearance.
The old master looked at him earnestly and said, "Please let her go... She's an important client of ours, we can't just let her die right under their noses."
Qin Boyue's feigned expression gradually faded, and he slowly became indifferent: "I said, mind your own business."
It seems that I can't use gentle persuasion anymore.
They exchanged a glance and silently took out a talisman from their pockets. There were no patterns on it. The master was more skilled and immediately used his heart's blood to draw a spell on the paper.
Although Qin Boyue was fearless, his condition was still unstable at the moment, and there would be no benefit in confronting him head-on.
While he was distracted, Ni Qing could clearly feel the power sealing the coffin gradually being drained away and weakening...
She focused her mind slightly, gathered her strength, and slammed into the coffin lid. Just as she had guessed, she easily regained her life.
Qin Boyue slowly turned his head, glancing at her with an ambiguous expression. He was still locked in a standoff with the two men and couldn't afford to pay attention to them. Perhaps thinking there was plenty of time, he decided not to reveal too much of his strength for the time being.
Only after the young man's figure disappeared did the master and apprentice finally breathe a sigh of relief. The master had used his heart's blood and was now extremely weak.
He carefully put the talisman away, just in case. Once its master left the territory, all the illusions would cease to exist.
Therefore, as Qin Boyue left, the coffin, the cemetery, and the haunted building all vanished. Ni Qing stood there bewildered, her expression one of surprise and uncertainty.
The young Taoist priest quickly approached: "This customer—oh no, miss, are you alright?"
Ni Qing smiled slightly and said calmly, "Well done, I'll transfer the money to your account later."
The young Taoist priest said to the old master, "So cool!" They love it.
After this incident, Ni Qing moved up the fake Taoist priest's schedule considerably, and she called him at the crack of dawn the next day.
The fake Taoist priest was currently drunk in a bar, having squandered all the money Ni Qing had transferred to him yesterday.
The ringing phone was giving him a headache, and he was about to hang up in annoyance when he suddenly saw the caller ID—"A rich and foolish person."
He answered the call: "Hello?"
A detached female voice came from the other end: "Come and exorcise the ghost now. Make sure its soul is utterly destroyed and never reincarnated."
The fake Taoist scratched his messy hair, looking annoyed, but his voice was perfectly normal: "Okay, I'll be there in a bit." With that, he hung up the phone.
The female companion, still half-asleep, woke up from the sofa and, seeing this scene, couldn't help but tease, "Taoist brother, are you fortune-telling or exorcising evil spirits?"
She knew his Taoist skills were mediocre, so her tone carried a subtle, almost imperceptible, disdain.
The fake Taoist priest scoffed, "There are no ghosts in this world." He had been doing this job for half his life, and sometimes he did encounter some strange things.
But he managed to cover it all up with scientific excuses, and even if the person was later killed by a vengeful ghost, it was none of his business.
He went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth and tidy up his hair before putting on the cheap Taoist robe he had pieced together from a website.
About an hour later, he finally arrived.
Ni Qing was already impatient, but she didn't know yet whether the other party could really drive Qin Boyue away or completely eliminate him, so she couldn't afford to break off relations.
He maintained the same arrogant expression he had in the alley yesterday, nodding reservedly: "I'm here." He carried a black bag on his back, which probably contained props or magical artifacts.
Ni Qing nodded in response.
The fake Taoist priest took out three incense sticks, lit them one by one, and began waving them around her while chanting incantations.
She found it quite amusing, but maintained a serious expression on the surface.
He then produced blood, claiming it was black dog blood, but it was actually just chicken blood.
"May I ask what the name of that vengeful ghost is?"
He asked, feigning nonchalance.
Ni Qing answered, word by word, "Qin Boyue".
He held up a bowl of chicken blood, and the unknown incantation in his mouth turned into Qin Boyue quickly dissipating.
After reciting it several times, he stopped to catch his breath, put away the burning cigarette, and said in a serious tone, "I see that your forehead was previously shrouded in black aura, but now that you've finished this set of words, that ghostly aura has dissipated. You'll probably never be able to turn your life around."
He paused, his narrow eyes filled with calculation: "However, since you moved the time forward, according to the rules, I will charge you an extra 100,000 yuan. Of course, if anything strange happens later, I will repay ten times that amount."
He'd offer a tenfold compensation for any falsehood, but that depended on whether she lived that long. If she really wasn't lying and there was something fishy going on, then he could only pray for her to have a good life.
Ni Qingxin wondered if I looked like Shiwan.
He was truly exceptionally greedy.
Just as the fake Taoist priest was gloating and preparing to pack up and leave, the incense and candles that had been placed in the stove were cut in half by a strange gust of wind.
Ni Qing quickly said, "Wait a minute! The incense and candles have gone out."