Chapter 16

My mind buzzed. Something happened, and it was the worst result. We were chatting well at the beginning, so why did we call the police? I hurriedly asked him about the whole story.

Fortunately, my purpose was not exposed, and the old Taoist failed at the stage of gaining my mother’s trust.

The old Taoist used a set of rhetoric about black forehead, dull eyes, cracked lips and burnt tongue, and scattered soul to stun Zhao Xiaoyun, and then asked her if she had encountered any strange things in the past two days.

Zhao Xiaoyun thought that this was a person who was very good at observing people’s words and expressions. She thought that the Taoist priest saw that she was worried and wanted to take the opportunity to blackmail her. She came here today to get rid of bad luck, so Zhao Xiaoyun didn’t mind spending a few hundred yuan to ask for a few auspicious words. Without waiting for Zhao Xiaoyun to reply, the Taoist priest pretended to look at her face, exclaimed that it was not good, and directly pointed out the “water ghost” and “mirror monster” she encountered. With a set of background stories, even Zhao Xiaoyun, who sneered at fortune-telling, couldn’t help but believe it. However, the Taoist priest seemed to be addicted to playing the role of a god because his fortune-telling career was not very satisfactory. Although he had already gained Zhao Xiaoyun’s initial trust, he wanted to add fuel to the fire and started to talk about Zhao Xiaoyun’s living habits that he learned from other places. When she asked whether she only ate the flowers when eating broccoli, she was still waiting complacently for Zhao Xiaoyun to put on a shocked expression, kneeling down in fear and shouting “Zhuge Liang is alive, he has no plan left out”. Zhao Xiaoyun immediately noticed something was wrong, and this was not something that could be seen by observing words and expressions. She was not a big star, and this little habit would not be leaked at all. Although she was scared to death these two days, if she was alone, she would probably have had a mental breakdown. But she was not, she still had a baby son, who was not only her spiritual support, but also the object she needed to protect. Rather than believing that this was a lottery-like chance that she would meet a living god in a random temple, it was more likely that this person was a deliberate perverted stalker. The old Taoist was still talking, but Zhao Xiaoyun didn’t hear a word. She had already started to calculate in her mind, and the most reasonable situation was: he knew about the house and the hotel, so he was not only a stalker, but also installed a pinhole camera! I was at work yesterday, and my son didn’t stay in the hotel room. He had plenty of opportunities! But can he do so many things by himself? Could it be that some big shot took a fancy to my beauty and tried to find an opportunity to take me for himself? Opportunity? Could it be that the ghost thing these two days was also made by him? Holographic projection? Or hallucinogenic drugs?

Zhao Xiaoyun suddenly figured it out. How could there really be a ghost! He must have been eager to jump from behind the scenes to the front stage, wanting to give me the final blow. Pretending to help me get rid of the predicament he created, and taking the opportunity to intervene in my life. He alienated the relationship between me and my son, and let me thank him for being sold by him. In the end, I willingly married him! And my precious son would naturally be regarded as a stumbling block, either framed by his conspiracy and imprisoned, or locked up in a mental hospital. I would definitely beg him for help without knowing it, and then he would give it to various dignitaries to play with. From then on, my mother and son would fall into hell!