Put away your magical powers now!

Chapter 22 [Chen Yan’s Caution]

Chen Yan thought about it and asked, "Have Mr. Fang met any strange people recently? Or come into contact with any special items?"

Mr. Fang thought carefully for a while: "It's true that there is no... Actually, there was another master before. Ah, that's Uncle Qing from Luo Yunzhai, you should have seen him too.

I asked him to show it to me, and he also asked me the same question as you. I had thought about it several times at that time, and there was really nothing suspicious about anyone or anything. "

Uncle Qing? That guy is a liar...

Chen Yan smiled secretly in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

He remembered the rules that the old lady had told him when he was a child: in such a mysterious and mysterious business, of course there would be many liars.

But the rule of the trade is, don’t tell the truth when you see it.

First of all, if someone is unable to handle many weird things for you, it may not necessarily prove that he is a liar. It may be that he is not ethical enough, or he is specialized in the art and the spells he learns are wrong.

Secondly, it's very simple. If you tell the truth, it will destroy people's jobs and make enemies.

Chen Yan continued to ask: "Mr. Fang, where do you usually go?"

"It's hard to say when it's so far away. As for the recent times, I usually stay in the company and go home occasionally." Mr. Fang thought as he said: "Well...because there are some things at home recently, I go home less. Big I spent part of the time in the company office, like I had been in the office for two days before this accident happened.”

Chen Yan nodded: "Then let's go to your company to take a look first. If we can't see anything, I'll go to your home and take a look again. Is that convenient?"

"Convenient and convenient! I will ask Assistant Yan to accompany you to my company! If you are at home, I will also ask him to take you there if necessary!"

After saying that, Mr. Fang immediately shouted: "Xiao Yan!!"

Assistant Yan quickly opened the door and came in. He must have been waiting outside the door.

He did things very appropriately, actually holding a cup of hot tea that he got from nowhere in his hand. When he came in, he handed it to Chen Yan with both hands.

"Xiao Yan, please ask Teacher Chen to come to our company and have a look."

"good!"

Chen Yan immediately put down his tea cup: "Not for a while, let's go now."

"ah?"

Mr. Fang was stunned for a moment. Seeing Chen Yan stand up, he suddenly felt uncomfortable: "Um, Teacher Chen..."

"Does Mr. Fang have anything else to do?"

"I do have a merciless request." Mr. Fang hesitated for a moment, then sighed: "To tell you the truth, I'm really scared! I don't know how long it will take for you to leave. Time...and I don’t know how long it will take to deal with this matter.

I just thought, during this period, if I do anything bad again..."

Chen Yan's heart moved: "What does Mr. Fang mean?"

"That amulet jade medal you gave Assistant Yan before, that, that..." Mr. Fang tentatively asked, "Can I also ask you for one?"

The miraculous effect of the jade medal was witnessed by Mr. Zhang with his own eyes!

Such a big ceiling fell down, and Assistant Yan, who was standing in the middle of the room, was so stunned that not even a hair was hurt!

Want a jade sign?

Chen Yan is willing...but, he has no goods in hand!

I bought two of them for testing.

One of them burst when he was inputting his vitality.

The remaining one, when he was practicing carving, he randomly carved some runes that turned bad luck into good luck. In addition, the jade tablet contained his own vitality, so it must have been effective.

But now the other person wants it, but he doesn’t have it.

Moreover, Chen Yan knew very well that Mr. Fang didn't need any amulets at all now.

He used the Qi Watching Technique to see that the black energy on his body had almost dissipated at this moment, and was still dissipating.

The root of that black energy is not in Mr. Fang.

If Chen Yan's judgment is correct, Mr. Fang will stay in the hospital and nothing will happen to him as long as he no longer comes into contact with the person or object that disturbed him.

"I came in a hurry and didn't bring those things with me." Chen Yan shook his head, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

"Teacher Chen, you must help! Although I am lying in the hospital, I am still scared! There is nothing to protect me, and I feel uneasy. I dare not close my eyes even when I sleep!

Teacher Chen, I don’t ask for your things in vain. Please be sure to give me a treasure to protect me. "Mr. Fang took a deep breath: "I'll pay... one hundred thousand! "

One hundred thousand?

Chen Yan's heart moved!

Think about it...

Suddenly he looked at the compass in his hand.

Why! Got it!

"Okay!" Chen Yan pretended to be embarrassed, and took a deep breath: "Mr. Fang is sincere, and he is a person who is destined to me. I can't turn away people."

Patting the compass lightly in his hand, Chen Yan seemed to have a trace of reluctance on his face: "This magic weapon has been with me since the beginning of my learning, and I have never left it for a day.

Thinking about it, since I have also acquired some aura, I will keep it as a collection for Mr. Fang. "

When Mr. Fang heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up!

Ouch! !

I have always carried it with me since I started learning art!

Never left me for a day!

That is definitely not a mortal thing!

Mr. Fang has also come into contact with many people in Xuanmen. The utensils used by these people are all treasures that he has carefully selected and treasured for many years!

Definitely a flash of inspiration!

The young Master Chen casually gave Assistant Yan a broken jade token, which was so effective - Mr. Fang had carefully looked at the broken jade token, and the jade quality was very poor.

The things he carries with him must be many times better! !

"Then, then I would like to thank Teacher Chen for giving up his love!!"

Mr. Fang was excited: "Xiao Yan, hurry up! Hurry up, transfer 100,000 to Teacher Chen's account!"

Chen Yan pretended to sigh helplessly, but he was already laughing in his heart.

I didn't tell a single lie!

This compass is indeed what I held in my hand on the first day of learning geomancy!

But...you didn't ask me how long I had been learning.

Is it that I have only been learning for less than 20 days, do I have to tell you such a thing?

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After leaving the hospital, sitting in the Mercedes-Benz driven by Assistant Yan, Chen Yan resisted the urge to take out his mobile phone to check the bank's arrival message.

Since he is pretending to be a master, he can't be a little profound.

Well, if the compass worth 180 yuan that he bought from Taobao had a spirit, he would never have thought that he would be so valuable one day, right?

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It was already half past ten in the morning when I came to Mr. Fang's company and walked into this somewhat old business building.

There was no one in Mr. Fang's company - the ceiling in the boss' office collapsed, and Assistant Yan had notified the whole company to take a day off, on the grounds that the property management would come to inspect the ceiling.

The company was empty, and Chen Yan opened his eyes to look at the air when he entered the door, and looked all the way down.

There was nothing wrong with the office area outside, and after walking into Mr. Fang's office and stepping into the door, Chen Yan raised his eyebrows!

There was indeed a trace of black air in the office!

It was faint, and it seemed to be there and not there, but it was endless, circling one by one.

The old slowly dissipated, but the new was born one by one.

Chen Yan sniffed and sneezed.

He immediately silently operated the Qi transporting technique, spreading the Qi all over his body - he had just started learning the art and had not learned any more spells, but this method of spreading the Qi all over the body was the most basic and simplest method of self-defense.

Chen Yan's expression remained unchanged and he strode into the room.

The mess on the ground had not been swept away yet, and after a piece of the ceiling collapsed, there was almost no place to stand on the open space in the room.

Chen Yan walked carefully to Mr. Fang's boss's desk and glanced at Assistant Yan: "Can you open the drawer of this table?"

"Yes, Mr. Fang's key is in my hand."

"Then open them all, open them and show me."

There were no valuables in the drawer, just two boxes of cigarettes, some personal seals, and some documents and the like.

These were not important, Chen Yan took a look and didn't look at them any more.

Finally, he took something out of the drawer, and a hint of strangeness appeared in his eyes.

This was a long paper tube, about the thickness of a thumb, with a simple picture package and a pattern of cirrus clouds on it.

Open the lid, and there is a tube of sandalwood inside.

The thin and long sticks are closely arranged together, but there seems to be a gap - it should be that a few sticks have been used.

Chen Yan had an idea in his mind, pretending to be casual and turned his head to ask Assistant Yan with a smile: "Sandalwood? Your President Fang is still an elegant person."

"Yes." Assistant Yan smiled carefully and said: "The boss usually believes in metaphysics and likes these things. And I heard that sandalwood has the effect of calming the mind, so he occasionally lights a stick in the room when drinking tea."

As he said, Assistant Yan pointed, and Chen Yan saw a small incense burner placed on a cabinet.

"Yeah."

Chen Yan didn't say anything, put down the sandalwood tube casually, and then deliberately picked up a few other things on the table and pretended to look at them seriously.

What paperweights, golden toads, etc. ...

He picked up everything and looked at them all.

Finally, Chen Yan coughed: "I'm thirsty, Assistant Yan, is there any water here?"

"Yes! That... Because the ceiling collapsed, I asked the property to turn off the power of the company, so I can't boil water for you to make tea. There are bottled mineral water in the company, do you think it's okay?"

Chen Yan deliberately hesitated: "Is there Coke?"

"Huh?" Assistant Yan thought to himself: This young master is different. In the past, the masters I followed my boss to receive all drank tea, such as black tea, green tea, and round tea, picking the best and the most expensive.

This person actually likes to drink Coke.

"There is a vending machine downstairs, I will buy you a bottle of Coke! Please wait."

Chen Yan pretended to be polite for a few words, and Assistant Yan had already walked away quickly.

After Assistant Yan left, Chen Yan's polite smile on his face was completely put away.

Chen Yan picked up the tube of sandalwood again, opened it, took out a stick, and sniffed it in front of his nose.

The smell seemed to be the most ordinary sandalwood.

However, Chen Yan's five senses were sharp, and he was particularly sensitive to the Zhoutian Yuanqi and various evil sensations.

(This seems to be... a hint of resentment?)

After thinking about it, Chen Yan walked to the open office area outside, took out two A4 sheets directly from a printer's paper tray, and then walked back to Mr. Fang's office.

He wrapped a piece of sandalwood in an A4 paper and put it in his arms. Then he went to the cabinet and picked up the incense burner.

There was nothing wrong with the incense burner. It was made of brass and felt heavy.

There was some incense ash left in the incense burner that had not been cleaned up. Chen Yan pinched a small handful of it, kneaded it carefully with his fingertips a few times, then took a piece of A4 paper and spread it on the table, poured some of the incense ash in the incense burner on the paper, wrapped it up, and then stuffed it into his pocket.

After doing all this, Chen Yan carefully looked around the room to make sure that he had left no traces, and then walked back to the office area outside without making a sound.

After waiting for a few minutes, Assistant Yan brought back a Coke. Chen Yan opened it and drank a few sips with a relaxed look, then smiled and said, "Nothing is wrong, let's go."

"Um... have you figured out what the problem is?" Assistant Yan asked carefully.

"Not yet." Chen Yan shook his head: "I need to think about it again and calculate it carefully."

"Then... shall I take you to Mr. Fang's house?"

Chen Yan deliberately took out his mobile phone and looked at the time: "Forget it today, it's noon, and I still have to practice in the afternoon. The mental method I practice requires daily practice at a fixed time without interruption.

Mr. Fang's house..."

Chen Yan said this and deliberately smiled easily: "I have sold my compass to your boss. When I go to see a house, I always have to do some feng shui or something. It's not convenient for me to go empty-handed.

In two days, I will get a new compass instrument and go to Mr. Fang's house again."

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