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Chapter 130 Friendship Price

Shen Baicheng looked at the hung up phone, his complexion was as black as the bottom of a pot, and the last bit of luck in his heart was shattered.

He was so angry that he punched the car cushion, and the force of the rebound made his palms feel a little numb.

"Look, look, what kind of behavior is this?" He angrily dropped his mobile phone on the passenger seat in front, and said through gritted teeth.

The secretary sat in the front and didn't dare to breathe, for fear that he would hear something unknown, and then the next day he would be fired because he stepped into the company's gate with his left foot first.

He thought he could save it again.

"Mr. Shen, calm down, there are no children who are not rebellious."

Only then did Shen Baicheng calm down a little bit of his anger, folded his arms around his shoulders, and tried his best to calm down his mood.

I still have to watch the master's method in a while, and I can't have any problems. If I get too angry and delay the matter, then the gain will outweigh the loss.

He was sulking all the way, watching the trees outside the window receding all the way.

It's good that people don't encounter things, but once they encounter something unexpected, they always open the chatter box unconsciously, wanting others to help them share some difficulties.

Shen Baicheng ruthlessly plucked the messy hair on the top of his head, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and said wearily: "Do you know how to ask God?"

The secretary, who was driving seriously, paused, and then began to think quickly about the coping strategy. He said vaguely: "I've heard of some, and Mr. Shen has a need for this recently?"

Shen Baicheng laughed at himself and waved his hands: "Unless it is absolutely necessary, who would be willing to believe in these illusory things?"

The secretary hurriedly nodded in agreement, and finally said in a hurry: "There will always be a limit to difficulties, and Mr. Shen's good days will come soon."

Shen Baicheng didn't answer any more, the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window fell on his temples, and the tip of the whitened hair was immediately coated with a layer of golden brilliance.

He looked at the sun that was gradually being swallowed up by tall buildings in the distance, and suddenly realized that he was the setting sun that was about to fall, being gradually swallowed up by the tall buildings weaving together.

Good day, maybe.
"Mr. Shen, we're here." The secretary parked the car firmly next to Shen Baicheng's small bungalow, pulled out the car key, and waited for further instructions from Mr. Shen.

"You go back first, you deal with the company's affairs first, and come to me if you're not sure." Shen Baicheng sat in the back seat, pressed his brows wearily, and drove the secretary back to the company.

He lay on his back in the back seat and took a few deep breaths to prepare himself mentally. Then he opened the car door and slowly pushed open the door at home.

The originally fairly spacious living room was covered with a pile of sundries, densely packed, like strange eyes, surrounding the living room.

The small tea table that was originally in the center of the living room was moved to the northwest corner. The fruit plate and teacups on it were removed, and a small incense burner with unknown patterns was placed on it. Three sticks of incense were lit on it, and the white The smoke rose up one by one.

Shen Baicheng covered his mouth and nose, walked around the living room frowning, looking for traces of Hou Cuicui and his son, always feeling a lingering gloom in his heart.

"Birds run to the mountains, forests and tigers run to the mountains, magpies whine to the trees, house sparrows hunt pigeons and run to the eaves."

The chattering libretto came from afar from the bedroom, and Shen Baicheng opened the door of the bedroom a little, watching the master put on a mask with green face and fangs, holding a flower drum in one hand, and muttering words in his mouth.

Even though Shen Baicheng thought he had seen a big scene before, he couldn't help being startled when he saw such a weird scene.

He kept such a stiff posture, for fear of disturbing the master's practice inside, he neither squatted nor stood for a while.

Standing outside the door, Shen Baicheng felt the gradual passage of time around him, until his whole body seemed to become stiff, and the blood in his whole body was basically coagulated, only then did he hear the chanting in the room gradually stop.

ended?
He poked his head around to look into the room, and a hideous and terrifying face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Shen Baicheng couldn't dodge in time, and sat down on the ground directly on his back, panting heavily.

When the man lifted off the mask on his face, the master's face was revealed from behind the mask.

"Mr. Shen, I'm sorry, I scared you." The master smiled kindly, and apologized to Shen Baicheng, "Our son is basically cured, and I have already driven out the evil in him. When I am free in a few days, I will come here a few more times to keep him safe for the rest of his life."

Shen Baicheng was dubious, sat up with his palms propped on the ground, and called his son: "Baby, come here, Dad asks you something."

Shen Baicheng watched helplessly as his son was able to sit up from the bed, kicked on his slippers and ran to his side, guessing that his illness was almost healed.

"Baby, does your stomach still hurt?" He took his son into his arms and asked in a low voice.

"Almost."

Hearing such an ambiguous answer, Shen Baicheng was a little puzzled: "Pain is pain, no pain is no pain, what do you mean almost?"

The master standing aside immediately helped answer: "There are several courses of treatment, this is the first time, although the evil on the body has been dispelled, but there are always residues on the body, how can the disease be cured at this time?" all?"

Shen Baicheng thought about it carefully, and it made some sense, so he let go of the son in his arms, and let him run forward to play with toys.

He responded to the master's words on his face, but he couldn't help thinking about it in his heart.

This master is a bit capable, but he is always a little worried about engaging in such a set of feudal dross.

This is not the same as the nature of the transfer talisman. This is a major event about the son's illness. Isn't it safer to take the son to the hospital for a check-up?
"Mr. Shen? Mr. Shen?" The master called Shen Baicheng a few words, but did not wait for a response, so he could only raise his voice and shout again, "Mr. Shen!"

Shen Baicheng suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the genius doctor waiting aside and smiled apologetically: "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Shen, what about the expenses?"

Shen Baicheng reflexively shifted his gaze to Hou Cuicui who was standing on the side, and the meaning of questioning was very obvious.

Didn't you just call 30 just now, why do you want money now?
"The cost of exorcising evil spirits is very expensive, and the little money you transferred to me is not enough." Hou Cuicui explained, and moved around by the way, letting Shen Baicheng look at the piles of equipment in the room.

"That's right, Mr. Chen, we still have several courses of treatment. Besides, it took my lifespan to exorcise evil spirits. It's already a friendly price for you to ask for this amount."

As the master said, he made a gesture of three with his hand.

300 million, not a penny less.

　Feudal dross cannot be trusted, and we must adhere to the correct guidance of socialist core values

　　
　
(End of this chapter)