Fortune Teller Master

Chapter 84.3: Shang Yi Part 3

Shang Yi’s eyes turned red in an instant. She wiped the tears on her eyes and said: “Dad, you shouldn’t have let those two people enter the door in the first place.”

“At the beginning, I didn’t think they will like this because your grandfather’s bones were still not cold. And no matter what, they are my half-brothers… …” Shang Jinghua shook his head: “It’s still the old man who can see people best. Before he died, he told me not to have too close contact with those two people when he was gone. Because I am too kind like women.”

Shang Jinghua was a very emotional person. Otherwise, he wouldn’t give up their family’s property for Shang Yi and her mother. He had kindness towards his two half-brothers, but it was a pity those people didn’t care about it.

The cold dishes were just placed on the table. Lin Qingyin guessed that it would take a while to wait for other dishes, so she might as well take advantage of this time to solve the problem.

The old house was a very traditional house with many courtyards. Shang Jinghua lived in the main house in front. Lin Qingyin walked around the main house. Then stepped on a floor tile in the middle with her foot: “Take something. Pull up this floor tile, dig out what’s underneath, and get a brazier.”

Shang Jinghua quickly went to find the brazier. While Fatty Wang tilted the tile with the shovel. The floor tile was easily turned over. Fatty Wang took a shovel and shoveled it on the ground twice: “The soil below has been turned over, it’s very loose.” After saying that, he lifted the soil on the ground, a red cloth package was revealed. Lin Qingyin quickly pointed at the brazier Shang Jinghua brought out and said: “Put it directly in the fire.”

Although Fatty Wang didn’t know what was inside, the stench that faintly emanated from the cloth knew that it wasn’t a good thing.

The wind in the first month of the year was strong. The smell seemed to be stronger when the wind blew. Shang Jinghua covered his nose and asked: “Little Master, what should I do with this thing?”

“Let it burn!” Lin Qingyin also covered her nose and took two steps back: “Do you still have yellow paper at home? Bring some over here.”

The old man of the Shang Family passed not long ago. The family had prepared a lot of yellow paper incense. Shang Jinghua took a stack of them. Lin Qingyin unfolded the yellow sheet of paper, took out a brush and dipped it in cinnabar to draw a talisman. Don’t look at Lin Qingyin as if she was only drawing on the top piece of yellow paper. After she took a stack of yellow paper to Shang Yi, the yellow paper in her hand each have an identical pattern.

Lin Qingyin didn’t ask Fatty Wang to open the red package. She let him throw it in the brazier, and then she throw the yellow papers on it. The brazier made crackling sounds.

Lin Qingyin asked Fatty Wang to watch the brazier and don’t let the fire go out. Then she pointed to the right house and asked Shang Jinghua: “Is there where your old man lived before?”

Shang Jinghua nodded his head: “Yes, my old man used to live on the east side. When I came back, I lived in the west house for a while. The east side remained unchanged.”

Lin Qingyin stood up and tighten her collar: “Let’s go to the room to the east to have a look.”

The east house was usually not locked. Shang Jinghua pushed open the door and invited Lin Qingyin to enter. The house was furnished with a complete set of carved mahogany furniture, which looked very heavy.

Lin Qingyin stood in the hall and looked at it for a while, then suddenly turned her head and asked: “Who usually cleans your house?”

Shang Jinghua said: “When my dad was alive, there was a chef, a driver, and two nannies in their forties. Chef Li has been with my dad for more than 20 years, and the two nannies also work in this old house for 3 or 4 years. The house has to be cleaned anyway, so I didn’t let them go.”