Fortune Teller Master

Remember for a second

. Lin Qingyin stretched out her chopsticks and couldn't wait to pick up a piece of red and fragrant marinated wild duck, and gently tore it with her teeth, the marinade wrapped the soft duck meat and slipped into her mouth, neither too woody nor too greasy. Instantly conquered the taste buds of the little master.

A large piece of duck meat went into his stomach, and Lin Qingyin tasted another tomato squirrel fish made from Yellow River carp. The soup was sweet and sour, and the fish was tender. Tears of happiness were about to fall from Lin Qingyin's eyes, and she praised with special sincerity: "It's worthy of being He graduated from New Oriental, and the dishes he cooks are delicious."

Zhou Wensheng brought the last fish ball soup to the table, sat down opposite Lin Qingyin, and said with a smile: "I opened a Yellow River Carp Restaurant on Guyu Street, you will come next time whichever dish is delicious. Eat in the store, I invite you."

A meal was eaten for more than an hour, and the table was full of dishes until the final bowl was clean, and at least half of it was eliminated by the little master. The little master, who was full of food and drink, looked at his eyes much brighter than before, and looked at them like the stars at night, so bright that people couldn't take their eyes off.

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening after finishing the table. Zhou Zihao's grandfather had already slept on the second floor, and he did not meet these juniors. Zhou Zihao was afraid that Lin Qingyin and Fatty Wang would take offense, so he explained to his grandfather: "The two old men are in their eighties and have rather odd temperaments. Don't worry about the two masters."

Neither Lin Qingyin nor Fatty Wang are the kind of people who like to put on airs, so naturally they don't care about these little things. Seeing that it was getting late, Zhou Zihao gave his brother Yang Dashuai a wink and asked him to ask the little master for himself how to arrange the next thing.

Before Dashuai Yang could speak, Lin Qingyin said: "This matter has to wait until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. If you are sleepy, you can rest first, and just leave a member of the Zhou family here."

Zhou Zihao didn't dare to go to sleep, Zhou Wensheng was a little worried, and both of them stayed. Yang Dashuai is a night owl. He rarely sleeps in the first half of the night. Staying up late is the most common thing for him, and Fatty Wang followed Lin Qingyin to gain knowledge, so he naturally won't miss such strange things.

After asking around, the four of them sat in the living room drinking tea and chatting to kill the rest of the time. When Zhou Zihao didn't know how many times he refilled the teapot, he looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, and it was ten minutes before midnight. Zhou Zihao shivered immediately, and the sleepiness that had just risen disappeared immediately.

"Little Master, it's almost time." He said in a low voice, he couldn't help rubbing the goosebumps on his arms, and asked a little nervously, "Is our house not haunted?"

Lin Qingyin did not answer him directly, but just smiled at him: "You will know in a while."

Lin Qingyin didn't say anything, but Zhou Zihao was even more frightened when he said that, he reached out and grabbed the arm of Yang Dashuai next to him and hugged him in his arms, shaking like a sieve.

Lin Qingyin took out a handful of stones from her pocket and threw them in a few places in the living room, and then walked up the stairs and threw them to the top floor before coming back again. It was 11:55 by this time. Lin Qingyin took out the turtle shell from her pocket and held it in her hand, dragged her shoes and sat cross-legged on the sofa.

Zhou Zihao looked at her cautiously, and asked nervously, "Little Master, what are we going to do?"

"You can go back to your room and lie on the bed, no matter what you see..." Before Lin Qingyin finished speaking, Zhou Zihao shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, I'm afraid, is there anything else? s Choice?"

Lin Qingyin laughed: "The other option is to sit here and not say anything when you see anything."

Although they can't make a sound, a group of people is better than being alone in the room. What if a scary female ghost comes out.

Zhou Zihao was the first to raise his hand and said that he would like to stay in the living room, and Zhou Wensheng, who had a big waist and a round waist, also raised his chubby hand tremblingly, completely lost the calm look just now: "I'm also upstairs. stay down."

Seeing that neither of them were willing to go upstairs, no one else needed to ask. Lin Qingyin took out some talisman papers from his pocket and sent them to them one by one, carefully exhorting: "This talisman paper is to cover people's breath and movement, you guys Put the talisman in your pocket, no matter what spirits and ghosts you are, you won't be able to find you."

As soon as Zhou Zihao heard the words "spirit and ghost", he almost cried, so he quickly took a piece of talisman paper and put it in his pocket. , he hurriedly stuffed the talisman into it, and suddenly felt more at ease.

Seeing that several people had installed the talisman paper, Lin Qingyin glanced at the time, it was one o'clock before twelve o'clock

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