Although fortune-telling seemed elusive and intangible, Yang Qirui ended up remembering his own horoscope.
The horoscope on this doll was indeed his own.
Yang Qirui still felt like he was living in a dream.
It turned out that such mystical things really did exist in this world.
"Master, what's going on here?" Yang Qirui asked.
Su Nanzhi gave him a look and said succinctly, "The cursed one has their hair stuffed into the doll, along with the horoscope. It steals their luck and causes their life to mold."
Molding life wasn't just a bit of bad luck.
There's an old saying, "True to have encountered a lifetime's worth of blood mold"—this "blood mold" does exist.
Family ruin was the least of it.
If the caster was powerful, death couldn't be avoided either.
"So, has it been broken now?" Yang Qirui asked cautiously.
He was starting to respect this slender young girl.
"In your bar, two drug addicts died within a month," Su Nanzhi slowly said, "it was because of a curse. It's resolved this time, but this is only treating the symptoms, not the cause."
'Treating the symptoms, not the cause' naturally meant the person who cast the curse hadn't been found.
"Then... what should we do?" Yang Qirui's heart was beginning to believe in this androgynous girl.
Su Nanzhi took a couple of steps closer and took the doll from his hand. With a "bang," a flame burst from her palm, instantly burning the doll to ashes without leaving any residue.
Yang Qirui: Damn?
Is there really someone who can create fire with bare hands?
"Remember to transfer the final payment of 100,000," the girl said expressionlessly, "Add another 100,000 if you want to find the person behind this."
Yang Qirui: "..."
Su Nanzhi seemed to guess what he was thinking and added, "You can rest assured, after we receive the payment, we are responsible for the after-service. When we say we'll see it through, we definitely will."
Fortunately, Yang Qirui could afford 200,000 at the moment.
If the problem could be resolved, even if he had to sell his bar, the price wouldn't have to be so low.
"Okay."
Yang Qirui quickly scanned Su Nanzhi's payment code, then winced a bit at the thought of his money. As it turned out, with a unique skill, making money was such an easy task.
Having received the payment, Su Nanzhi naturally had work to do.
She bid goodbye to Yang Qirui, then took a different path and hailed a taxi in a completely different direction.
Her Peach Wood Sword, before being stuffed into the suitcase, autonomously squirmed toward the curtain to rub itself clean. It was obviously disgusted by the doll it had just pricked.
Seeing this scene, Yang Qirui: Honestly, has the world stopped believing in science now?
With the streetlights just coming on, the night grew darker, but the lights around were very bright.
Even the ghostly face with bright red lips on the car window outside was strikingly eye-catching.
Su Nanzhi stared at it for a moment, then closed her eyes.
She had been able to see more things from a young age. She used to be quite scared, especially since she also had a congenital heart condition, which had landed her in the hospital several times without warning. Eventually, she grew accustomed to it.
Now, such things hardly stirred her emotions anymore.
But they were still quite annoying.
Like this spirit that clung to passing cars after being killed in an accident; actually, they were not rare, but most couldn't do anything substantial.
Like the one outside the window, although it looked repulsive, it just lay there.
With a wave of her hand, an invisible light spread out, and the next second, the face on the window vanished.