The desktop sitting in front of her also flashed a row of data.

Write with special numbers, such as the password phrase used by the spirit group.

Wan Yan Xi just glanced at it and frowned: "C-rank wizard?"

The girl who followed him glanced curiously: "Is it just C-grade?"

Zhongli Panying and Zhongli Xiyu frowned slightly.

Qiao Jin's abilities don't look like they're just C-class.

Qiao Jin smiled interestingly: "You divide the ranks of wizards?"

Wan Yanxi raised his eyes to look at her: "Of course." ”

However, only a few Spiritual Masters know that the Spirit Group will be divided into levels, and most of the Spiritual Masters are actually only C-level, so there is no need to let them know that there are more advanced existences above.

Not to mention the concept of array mages and wizards.

Qiao Jinshu: "Oh. ”

In her eyes, there were only ordinary and slightly uncommon spirit masters.

Not as meticulously as they divided.

Wan Yanxi raised his chin, and the girl next to him took out a tablet and stood it in front of Qiao Jin.

"This is your account, right? You opened a fortune teller shop on the Internet, and your calculations are quite accurate, and how clearly can you know about the future?"

That is Qiao Jin's chat log.

Of course, the chat information is in the background, this is network information, and Qiao Jin can't control it.

Unless she doesn't want someone else to investigate, the data will disappear automatically.

But she didn't even think to hide it so thoroughly.

Qiao Jin looked at the rows of extremely clear chat records, and nodded his chin: "If you have any questions about my business, I can understand, why do you want to block my account?"

The girl didn't expect her to ask like this, so she coughed embarrassedly: "This ......"

The young boy beside her answered lightly: "Promoting this kind of feudal superstition on the Internet, not to mention that you should understand that your identity as a spiritual master cannot be exposed to ordinary people, and it may not be a good thing for ordinary people if you are too accurate, they will always doubt your existence, and even the state will notice you." ”

Wan Yanxi made up his mind: "Ability is God's love for you, not in front of others, people who are too high-profile often do not end well." ”

Qiao Jin: "I just want to make some money and block your way to your wealth?"

It's only 10,000 yuan a day at most, is it money for a spiritual master like them?

Everyone: "......"

Wan Yanxi frowned: "We won't ask about your fortune telling first, but last night, you weren't at home, right?"

As he spoke, the young girl swiped the tablet, revealing a picture of the dead couple from last night.

To be honest, ordinary people would scream in fright when they saw it, but Qiao Jin didn't blink his eyes.

She just watched in silence for two seconds: "They're pathetic, aren't they? You don't know better than I know how they died, so why do you bother to ask me?"

Wan Yanxi slapped the table heavily: "It's impossible to do this kind of thing!"

Qiao Jin: "The police arrested her, not me." ”

Wan Yan Xi: "You ......"

He sharply accused: "You just use your ability to do such cruel things, they are just ordinary people, where did they provoke you? You want to kill them to blame Weiwei?"

Qiao Jin was not frightened by his tone at all, she still calmly propped her elbows on the table, "Normal people don't ask this question, before your daughter came to tell the fortune, I didn't know who this couple was." ”

(End of chapter)