Chapter 174

"It's all my daughter-in-law's doing. She's deliberately trying to make my son's life miserable. We had no other choice but to fake our deaths."

Song Shiwei was furious inside. [How shameless! They made a mistake and still act so self-righteous. I just want to curse them out.]

[I'm so angry! Can you act out that wish-fulfillment story for me?]

The Jiang Family nodded fiercely, equally enraged. This was utterly shameless!

Old Mrs. Xu. Xu kowtowed repeatedly on the ground, each time more forceful than the last. Suddenly, the Daoist priest in bright yellow robes spoke up, "Don't slander me. I haven't even had a chance to cast my spell yet."

Old Mrs. Xu looked on incredulously, "Impossible! How could my son be like this? Did you take money from that bitch?!"

Daoist Qingxuan said in a deep voice, "Why would I lie to you? You shouldn't try to summon his spirit anymore. I suggest you prepare for his funeral. He's taken too many drugs; there's no saving him."

Old Mrs. Xu was terrified, but still struggled desperately, "What?! Impossible! My son is alive and well! You must have cast a spell on him! I'll give you whatever money you want!"

This was her only son; how could she just watch him die?

She must find a way to save him.

"Grandma, there's no other way. What you said was quite accurate. I really can't charge you for this divination," Daoist Qingxuan said slowly. "As I just said, there are three types of fortune tellers I don't accept: those nearing the end of their lifespan, those facing an unavoidable calamity, and those with no good fortune left."

"Your son falls into the first category. His lifespan is nearing its end, and coupled with his misconduct, he has lost his blessings. There is nothing that can be done to reverse the situation."

After finishing his Daoist Qingxuan shook his head with a regretful expression and said, "This person should have lived to be a hundred years old, but he did too many bad things, which depleted his blessings and his lifespan. There's no way to save him now. Even a great immortal could only save him by leaving him in a vegetative state."

"What a pity, what a pity, harming others ultimately harms oneself."

Old Mrs. Xu was dumbfounded when she heard this. What did she mean by her son's lifespan being nearing its end?

She turned and glanced at Xu Guohua, who was lying motionless on the ground, his aged face filled with fear.

She had just managed to stand up, supporting herself against the wall, when a piercing pain shot through her legs.

Hearing Daoist Qingxuan say this, she knelt on the ground again and kept kowtowing, "No, Master, I have money, I can give you a lot of money. All these things were done by my old woman. Fake death to escape, throwing that little girl away, defrauding insurance, and faking illness to torment my daughter-in-law. All of these were my own ideas, and have nothing to do with my son."

"Master, I beg you, please save my son."

"Lin Fengqin, what are you standing there for? Your husband is in this state, and you're just watching the show?"

"You'd better kneel down and beg this master right now!"

Old Mrs. Xu was so excited that she reached out to grab Lin Fengqin's hand, but Lin Fengqin quickly shook her off.

Her eyes were somewhat gloomy, and her tone was laced with sarcasm, "Mother-in-law, you've really deceived me so badly."

She bent down and grabbed Old Mrs. Xu's collar, trembling with anger. "What makes you think I would plead for a husband who ran off with another woman?"

"You abandoned my daughter? How am I supposed to settle this score with you?"

Her eyes were quite fierce. "And what about all the torment you've inflicted on me over the years? How am I supposed to get my revenge?"

Mrs. Xu gave that look, the wealthy ladies were momentarily stunned. This was the Mrs. Xu they knew!

They strongly suspected that the timid and subservient Mrs. Xu from just now had been possessed by someone.

Song Shiwei was very satisfied with Mrs. Xu's performance. [Mrs. Xu has finally woken up! Ugh, what kind of Mrs. Xu is she? She should be called Sister Lin now! Just hearing the word "Xu" makes me feel nauseous.]

[Sister Lin, let's explode! We've caught them red-handed, we can't let them get away with this!]

[And don't forget your son, the char siu; he's no better than that.]

Song Shiwei's silent complaints in her heart almost made Lin Fengqin's face break.

Lanjun's wife is really something. On the surface, she seems timid and quiet, but in private, she's a chatterbox, and quite adorable at that.

If she hadn't come up with such a wicked trick today, who knows when we would have been able to bring down that old fox, Old Mrs. Xu. Xu.

This reversal is truly satisfying and surprising. She won't let any of these people get away with it; they'll all suffer the consequences.

Daoist Qingxuan also got a big scoop of gossip through the screen, and could only sigh, "The lives of the wealthy are truly chaotic. I'd better make my escape quickly, lest I get entangled in karma and be unable to get away."

This family's fate can only be described as well-deserved; it was practically karma.

Before hanging up, he glanced at the person in front of him, calmly made a hand gesture, and said, "This lady is about to be rid of the evil spirit that's been haunting her. From now on, you'll have good fortune and peace. I'll deduct the divination fee directly from Brother Liu's account."

After saying that, he quickly hung up the phone, packed his things, and ran away. He had done something terrible by running into such a family.

Old Mrs. Xu has already broken down, but her son in the hotel upstairs is still in critical condition. The woman selling alcohol next to him didn't even call 120 for emergency help; she just squatted next to her son and cried.

Crying, crying, crying, what's the use of crying? This idiot should call an ambulance!

Old Mrs. Xu was almost frantic with worry, but she had forgotten her phone in her haste to leave. Xu Zixuan, on the other hand, was shocked by some news, while Liang Bing, oblivious to everything, was comforting him. The two of them seemed completely absorbed in their own world, having completely forgotten that she was still kneeling on the ground.

These days, everyone you can rely on is a bunch of ingrates.

Sitting on the ground, she couldn't stand up. A piercing pain shot through her legs, and she could only drag herself to Lin Fengqin's side. "Fengqin, please call 120 to save your husband. If you call 120, I'll let Guohua come back to you after he wakes up, okay?"