The uncle's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and finally he sighed heavily.

"What's wrong, uncle?"

"This girl is destined for life, and I can't do anything about it."

Although I hated Xie Qingqing very much, I was still a little sad when I heard my uncle say that he couldn't save her.

Although she and I only had three classes at the same table, her enthusiasm and liveliness fully infected me. I have never seen such a vibrant girl, full of yearning for life. If it weren't for the oolong incident that happened later, I would be willing to be good friends with her.

I was born in a single-parent family, let alone meet my dad, and I don't even know his name. My mother never mentioned that I was raised by a single person, and when I was a child, I was ridiculed by other children for this.

They said that I was a wild seed for my mother to give birth to people, and even said that I had several fathers. Not only children, but even adults who have bad intentions towards my mother, full of malice, coax me with candy, trick me into calling them daddy, and ask my mother what kind of underwear she wears to sleep with at night.

Children who grow up in this environment are either inferior and cowardly, or violent and extreme. I belong to the latter group, so I didn't have many close friends since I was a child. If it weren't for the good tutoring, I'm afraid I would have gone down the wrong path a long time ago.

After I grew long hair and went to high school, my classmates privately nicknamed me Shemale and called me Medicine Niang. I usually pretend not to care about laughing it off, but in fact, I have the heart to kill their whole family in my heart, but I just don't want to make my mother sad.

Xie Qingqing's enthusiasm and liveliness made me feel the warmth of spring, and her chatter exceeded all the girls I had ever heard in my life say to me.

Later, although I was expelled from Longteng Middle School because of her, I didn't have much resentment in my heart, and I was tired of staying in this school for a long time. I just couldn't get angry that she was too domineering, not only did Longteng Middle School not want me, but also mobilized the relationship to prohibit other schools from accepting me, and made my mother cry secretly and embarrassed several times.

Seeing that I was silent, my brother-in-law handed me a cigarette.

"Uncle, what is the fate of heaven and death?"

"Destiny is someone who should not be born, or someone who is destined to die. Everyone is destined to die, but longevity will change accordingly with the cultivation or loss of virtue, and the death period of the person who dies is fixed and unchanging. Everyone has their own destiny, wealth is in the sky, you don't have to be too sad for her, let's think about how to make her agree to marry you according to the ancient rites. ”

Yes, since Xie Qingqing is destined to die, if I want to avoid the Peach Blossom Tribulation, there is only one way to go, and that is to find a way to get Xie Qingqing and me to marry.

My uncle said that the Xie family is rich and powerful, and it is not something that a poor family can climb, so I must enter the house within half a year and become a real wizard.

As the old saying goes, learn the skill of slaying dragons and sell them to the emperor's family. If I can become a real wizard, don't say that no one in the small city of Xuzhou dares to underestimate me, even if I go to a first-tier city in China, I am also the object of competition by the wealthy and powerful.

"Uncle, are you a wizard?" I asked.

If my uncle dares to say that he is a wizard, then I will be disappointed. Because he is really not good, even a yellow-haired girl like Xie Qingqing can smash his store so thoroughly. And for so many years, I haven't heard of him being famous, the shop is rented, and he doesn't even have a property.

"I'm not a wizard. In fact, the true shamans were already disconnected during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Now in this world, there are only three schools of Taoism, Confucianism, and Buddhism, and the so-called witch has been reduced to the lower ninth-rate profession. ”

“…… You're not a wizard, so how can you teach me to be a wizard? ”

"Hehe, I'm not, but your aunt is. Wait for her to come back, and let her lead you into the witch sect to learn the Tao. ”

Hearing him say that my aunt was a wizard made me more and more curious about my aunt, I only knew that she was once a young lady from a rich family. Well, that's right, Fugui's house is the name of a nightclub on Silk Street.

It's just that the uncle never mentioned the matter of the aunt, only saying that she would not come back until the Midyear Festival when she went on a long trip.

Now there is still half a month before the Midyear Festival, and for the rest of the time, I will stay in my uncle's witchcraft hall to learn from him the lip sync of deception and deception. Because even a true wizard needs a good sense of eloquence, and his greatest pride is to fool his little aunt.

The business of my uncle's witch hall is very dull, and he barely makes ends meet, and most of his customers are those young ladies.

The wedding room is called Zhou Gong's gift is protected by heaven, and the lady's reception is not protected outside the etiquette law. During intercourse, the essence of men and women leaks out, and the internal magnetic field of the body is in an open state, which is the most likely to provoke evil spirits. So the ladies often have suspicious mental activity, sometimes they dream of murder, sometimes they dream of dead babies......

The role of the uncle is similar to that of a psychiatrist, relying on a mouth to bring psychological comfort to people. Don't talk about doing things, I haven't seen him draw one.

On this day, an intellectual beauty wearing glasses came to the store. Painted with light makeup, he looks exquisite, the shirt buttons can't hold the majesty on the chest, and under the slim skirt, there are two black silk legs with amazing elasticity.

My eyes lit up, and I secretly thought, which nightclub's top brand is this, and this dress can really meet the man's uniform control. I'm afraid that the overnight stay will start at least 3,000, and maybe even higher. Strangely, I always felt a little familiar as if I had seen her somewhere.

"Is Mr. Yuan here?" The voice of the beautiful woman is soft and soft, and the words are round.

"I am, I wonder if this lady is looking at or asking about something?" The uncle got up and asked.

"Ask questions."

"Then tell me what you're going to ask, and we'll talk about the price after that."

The beauty's name is Jiang Wen, and as soon as I say her name, I immediately remember who she is, no wonder I always feel familiar. This Jiang Wen is a teacher in our school's art specialty class and graduated from the Central Academy of Fine Arts. When she came to our school, the school held a welcoming ceremony for her.

After introducing herself, Coco Jiang began to tell the strange things that happened to her. It is now the summer vacation, and the school has opened a gouache tutoring class, with Jiang Wen as the tutor. A week ago, on a whim, she gave her students an unbelievable assignment and asked them to draw a ghost in gouache.

There were 36 students in the tutorial class, and all of them completed their homework, and only one girl, Zhang Mei, handed in a blank piece of paper.

After Jiang Wen found out, he called Zhang Mei to the office and asked her why she handed over the blank paper, but Zhang Mei said that I had obviously drawn a male ghost. Then she pointed to the white paper on the table and said, "Teacher Jiang, look, I drew a drowning boy holding an acoustic guitar soaked in water.

She spoke with excitement and pride, as if this painting was the most proud work of her life. And the details of the painting are also very well explained, and even what colors are mixed with what brushwork is clearly explained.

The air conditioner in the office was very old, and the cooling effect was not very good, but Jiang Wen felt a chill all over his body when he listened to it. If it was other students who talked nonsense like this, she would definitely be angry, but Zhang Mei was different.

Zhang Mei is an honest child, born in the countryside, and her home is in a suburban county. The person is also very ordinary, and his personality is also very low-key, and he is even a little inferior. It is impossible for such a student to make such a joke with the teacher, and the most important thing is that Zhang Mei's expression does not look like a joke at all.

Jiang Wen was shocked when she heard this, and after sending Zhang Mei back, she began to seriously review her homework.

This look directly scared her half to death. On the originally empty white paper, a drowning male ghost really appeared. Most of his body was soaked in water, and he still held a water-soaked acoustic guitar in his arms. Drowned in the lake, which is the Emerald Lake at the back door of Longteng Middle School.

Jiang Cohen looked at it for a while, and wanted to look away, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't take her eyes off. What's even more weird is that the male ghost in the painting seems to be looking at her, and a strange smile slowly appears on his pale and puffy face......

If it weren't for a student who came to the office to ask her for paint and pull her back to the real world, Jiang Wen even wondered if she would have suffered a cardiac arrest and was scared to death.

Afterwards, Coco Jiang wanted to burn Zhang Mei's painting, but instinctively told her that it was inappropriate, so she had to lock it in an office drawer. After a week of painful struggles, especially when she found out that Zhang Mei's personality had changed drastically and often talked to herself, she decided to find a master to break the law.

The first thing to find was Baiyun Temple in Xuzhou City, and after hearing this, the Taoist priest said that they couldn't control this matter, and instructed her to come to the Wudao Hall to find my brother-in-law.

After telling the story, Jiang Cohen took out a piece of gouache paper from his handbag, the paper was blank, and only the name was written, Zhang Mei.

The uncle looked at it for a long time, until a cigarette burned out and burned his fingers, then he looked away and returned the painting to Jiang Wen.

"Can Mr. Yuan help me?"

"You can help it, it depends on whether you are willing to pay or not."

"How much?"

"Help you kill 100,000 evils, help Zhang Mei kill 900,000 evils, add up to exactly 1 million!"