Chapter 2
Chapter 2
“Cough, cough, cough!”
I nearly choked to death on my own spit, coughing so hard it shook the heavens.
After a round of introductions, I finally learned that the handsome man in front of me was named Xu Haoze, a genuine domineering CEO.
I studied his face carefully. A high, straight bridge to his nose, with a full, rounded tip.
They said men with big noses…
No matter how you looked at it, he had the face of someone destined for wealth, rank, fortune, and a long life.
It was just that the black aura drifting over his forehead had ruined that good physiognomy, making him look haggard and gloomy.
“Let’s go. I’ll take a look at your home. You’ve picked up quite a bit of evil energy, so there’s probably something unclean in the house.”
Xu Haoze made a phone call, and before long, a luxury car arrived to pick us up.
I sat in the car with an air of calm indifference, but inside, I was practically vibrating with excitement.
Five million!!!
With that five million, I could surpass Senior Brother Qingxuan in one leap and become Master’s number one favorite!
When that happened, I was going to get a custom-made Daoist robe.
Maybe sew on some gold thread, silver thread, something like that. Bright, grand, magnificent…
“Master Qingyu, we’re here.”
I was shaken out of my fantasy. The moment I got out of the car, the villa before me left me stunned.
This was practically a palace!!!
It’s decided. In the future, our Daoist temple would be built on this scale.
A few people were seated in the main hall, quietly and elegantly having afternoon tea.
When they saw Xu Haoze come in with me, dressed head to toe in Daoist robes, everyone froze.
The beautiful, well-maintained woman among them was the first to react.
“I knew this day would come sooner or later, you unfilial son! Why would you be so hopeless that you’d become a monk? Are you trying to anger us to death?!”
???
This family seemed a little… off.
“Mom, what are you talking about? This is Daoist Qingyu, Lu Qingyu. I invited her here to take a look at the feng shui in our home.”
A hint of helplessness appeared on Xu Haoze’s handsome face.
“Our family has been having a string of bad luck lately, so I brought someone in to see if there’s a problem.”
“Bro, what are you doing? At a time like this, you’re still messing around with feudal superstition?”
A pretty young girl on the sofa spoke up, her sweet, delicate voice filled with dissatisfaction.
I carefully studied this remarkably good-looking family.
Sure enough, every single one of them had a similar black aura on their face.
Interesting.
“Weiyang, don’t be rude.”
The girl rolled her eyes and pouted defiantly, but she didn’t say anything else.
The house was decorated in a dazzling, opulent style, luxurious and imposing.
But in the corners of the house, wisps of black aura seeped out faintly.
I took the luopan compass from my cloth bag, and sure enough, the needle began to jerk around abnormally.
This was… the Five Ghosts House-Suppressing Art?
I slapped my forehead. This house was so ridiculously huge that I hadn’t noticed it earlier.
I put away the luopan compass and looked at Xu Haoze with a solemn expression.
“Someone has placed the Five Ghosts House-Suppressing Art on your home.”
“Pfft~”
The young girl burst into delighted laughter.
“And I suppose I’ve got seven Calabash Brothers too? Bro, where did you find this scammer?”
“Xu Weiyang!”
Xu Haoze’s stern voice rang out. The girl shrugged, her face turning red from trying to hold back her laughter.
“The Five Ghosts House-Suppressing Art uses evil objects to seal five kinds of ghosts in five different positions within a house, thereby affecting the people who live there. These Five Ghosts are the Consumption Ghost, the Violent Death Ghost, the Poverty Ghost, the Wrath Ghost, and the Bad Luck Ghost.”
“If I’m not mistaken…”
I looked Xu Haoze up and down.
“The one affecting you should be the Violent Death Ghost. Today definitely wasn’t the first time you nearly had an accident.”
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Master, You Have an Ill Omen on Your Face
How do you get a man to spend five million on you with a single sentence?
“Sir, your face bears an omen of disaster.” The man looked at me with utter disdain.
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