Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 200 The Crying Baby Spirit (1)

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"Well, it's worth at least [-] million." Song Xuan nodded, looked at her and said, "Xiaomei, if you want to buy this copper plate, I hope you can sell it to me!"

"If Mr. Song wants to buy it, I will naturally not transfer it to other people." Yang Zimei said with a smile.

"Thank you, Xiaomei. As for how much this set of copper plates can be auctioned, I can't decide. There will be an auction in City B next week. I will sign up for you. If I have enough ability to bid, then it will belong to you." Me." Song Xuan thought for a while.

"Mr. Song, you are my teacher. This set of copper plates is not too much for me to give you. You like it so much. How can I take it up for auction and let you bid?" Yang Zimei said with a smile.

"Xiaomei, this set of copper plates is very valuable, I'm afraid I will lose you." Song Xuan said frankly.

"Mr. Song, the knowledge you taught me is priceless." Yang Zimei said with a smile, "I'm short of money now, and I can't give it away, so I'll sell it to Mr. Song for 5000 million, what?"

"Xiaomei—" Song Xuan shook his head and said, "I can't take such a big advantage of you, I've already made money by giving you [-] million."

"Alright then." Yang Zimei could only nod.

"Thank you, Xiaomei." Song Xuan was very pleased.

This set of copper plates is complete, enough to be the treasure of Mo Xuan's shop!
What's more, it was sold to him by Yang Zimei, so to him, the meaning is even more different.

As for Yang Zimei, it was equivalent to picking up the 1 million yuan for nothing, and she was in a happy mood.

With a net worth of [-] million, she is really a little rich, hehe.

Thinking of the uncle and aunt who gave her the copper plate, she felt a little uneasy, and decided to visit them tomorrow and give them a little more money.

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At eight o'clock in the evening, the client who made an appointment came.

It was a couple who came, the man was handsome and looked like he was from an extraordinary family, and the woman was well dressed, but her face was pale, her eyelids were drooping, and her eyes were still trembling, she looked back from time to time, as if she was behind her. Something seemed to follow her.

Yang Zimei opened his heavenly eye to look at this woman, and saw a crying baby spirit behind her, the flesh and blood on her body was bloody and horrible.

She hastily withdrew her Sky Eye, unable to bear to look any further.

"Master Yang, hello, I'm Tong Liang, I would like to ask you to help my wife—" Tong Liang said anxiously.

"Well, I know what it is." Yang Zimei sat them down, looked at the woman and said, "Mrs. Tong, do you often have nightmares, dreaming of the sound of children crying? Your body is often very uncomfortable, Do you want to cry out of nowhere?"

Upon hearing that, Mrs. Tong, whose pale head had been lowered all the time, held Yang Zimei's with cold hands like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw, and said hesitantly, "Master Yang, please help me. I do keep dreaming that there is a child who keeps complaining why I don't want her, why I want to kill her..."

As she spoke, her whole body began to tremble, her face terribly pale.

Tong Liang hurriedly supported her shoulders, sighed and said to Yang Zimei, "Oh, to tell the truth, Master Yang, we had a miscarriage before, and this happened after my wife had a miscarriage. I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, or it’s really evil.”

"Did you have an artificial abortion?" Thinking of the bloody baby spirit just now, Yang Zimei shuddered.

"Well." Tong Liang said helplessly, "My Tong family has three generations of single-passage. When my wife was four months pregnant, the gender of the fetus was found to be female according to the B-ultrasound. Because I am a civil servant, we can only have one child. , my father also asked her to have an abortion, saying that she must have a son.”

[Solemn reminder: The following chapters or two may cause psychological shadows to relatives who have experienced miscarriages. Please skip the next two chapters and don’t read them. If you really read them, don’t take them seriously, alas. 】

(End of this chapter)