"I'm sorry it took me so long to meet you."
The meeting place was in a dark green tent that looked like a yurt. Ding Yang thought it would be dark inside, but when he walked in, he realized that he had been overthinking.
There was almost no light source, but the tent was as bright as day. This strange contrast even made people feel unreal for a moment.
So that was how it was. She was using this method to emphasize that she had supernatural powers and make the guest waver so that she could have the upper hand in the meeting later.
Although Ding Yang did not see what the other party was doing, he could still vaguely guess what the other party was trying to do.
In addition, there was a smell similar to sandalwood in the tent. Ordinary people might just ignore it as sandalwood, but Ding Yang could clearly feel that the flow of True Yuan in his body had slowed down slightly. It was not because of the fragrance, but because it was closer to the feeling of 'calming down'.
For ordinary people, such a state would cause them to be calm or even a little lazy. In this state, no matter how hot-tempered a person was, it would be easier for them to accept the opinions of others. They would also quietly change their perception or attitude toward a certain matter because they did not want to refute the other party's words.
Even if there were no other methods, just the combination of these two and a good eloquent mouth was enough to make an ordinary swindler successful.
For Ding Yang, who also had a certain degree of supernatural powers, in the early days of his business, he had used many similar methods that could not be seen in the light. Because of this, he had accumulated a considerable amount of wealth and connections in a short time.
This was a very interesting phenomenon. Most of the rich people in this country were more superstitious than ordinary people.
"Because my schedule was quite full … I believe you know that I can only meet a few people every day."
The 'master' who was sitting cross-legged behind a short table said in a low voice.
Although her voice was a little neutral and her tone was a little strange, if one listened carefully, one could still hear the unique gentleness of a woman.
Probably to strengthen her sense of authority, she used this deliberately mystifying way of speaking.
"It's okay, I understand your difficulties." Ding Yang said perfunctorily as he commented in his heart. He followed her instructions and sat down on the cushion in front of her desk so that the two of them could face each other.
This made the smell of sandalwood even stronger. Ding Yang, whose five senses were much sharper than ordinary people, could not help but frown.
However, it was also because of this that Ding Yang was finally able to see the man's face under the hood.
At first glance, there was nothing special about it. It was the face of a very ordinary middle-aged woman. If one had to describe it, it might be more common than the senior expert he had met in the Haunted Mansion.
To Ding Yang's surprise, the man's eyes looked dull and lifeless, as if he was blind.
However, judging from the master's actions after he saw her at the door, she should be able to see.
"Then, may I ask, where did you hear about me, Mr. Ding Yang?"
Before Ding Yang could continue to observe and find any clues, the woman asked first.
With the help of magic, Ding Yang was not afraid of this so-called master. He answered casually, "I heard it from a friend of mine. I heard that you can help people change their guardian spirits and make them more lucky, right?"
"That's right, but from what I see, Mr. Ding Yang, with your luck, I don't think you need my help."
The master continued in a deep voice.
It seemed that this woman had already investigated him.
Ding Yang thought in his heart.
However, this was to be expected.
If it was not for the thorough investigation, these cultists would not have brought him and his group to this place so easily.
"Master, you should know that I used to be a robber before I became rich, right?" So, Ding Yang started to make up a half-truth. "Although I've made a lot of money because of this, I've been having trouble sleeping lately … I think it must be because I was targeted by something unclean when I was fighting. Master, if you can help me get a new guardian spirit to solve this problem, I'll be very grateful to you."
Ding Yang waved his hand and took out an unfilled cheque. He made an expression that said, "Money is not a problem, I am so poor that I only have money left."
He believed that no swindler would not be interested in this.
Come, let me see if you are a swindler!
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Just as Xiao Zhengyi and the others were getting impatient, Ding Yang walked out of the tent.
"How is it?" Thus, they hurriedly surrounded him, being careful of the priests who looked like bodyguards. At the same time, they asked Ding Yang, "What happened to that master?"
"It's a real master … That's amazing …" Ding Yang seemed to be in shock. He looked like he was still in a daze as he kept muttering to himself, "Unbelievable, this is unbelievable …"
"Aiya, your hand is cut," Fang Xiaoqing noticed that there seemed to be a small cut on Ding Yang's fingertip. Drops of blood were dripping down.
"It's okay, it's okay …" Ding Yang said as if he did not feel anything, "It was probably cut by some sawtooth grass …"
"I was wondering why you were so distracted. Is that master so beautiful that he charmed you? "
Chen Tuwa unhappily patted Ding Yang's trousers.
"You're not allowed to speak ill of the Great Master … Forget it, I'm tired. I need to go back and experience it …" Ding Yang roared impatiently, and then walked towards the tent that the Church had assigned to them absentmindedly.
After he entered the tent, Xiao Zhengyi looked at the other two in disbelief, "What's wrong with this guy? He couldn't have really been charmed by the beauty, right? "
"I … I don't think so?" Fang Xiaoqing said uncertainly.
"I'm afraid that something unexpected has happened," Chen Tuwa pulled on Xiao Zhengyi's shirt and said softly, "Let's go to a place where there's no one."
Then, they carefully avoided the sight of the cultists and hid in the forest outside the campsite.
"Earth child, did you find anything?"
After making sure that there were no priests around, Xiao Zhengyi asked impatiently.
"Ding Yang has practiced some strange martial arts. Although his body is not invulnerable, a normal knife would not be able to cut through his skin. Do you really think that sawtooth grass could hurt him?"
Chen Tuwa and Ding Yang had gone through the Haunted Tomb together. They were much closer than Xiao Zhengyi and the rest, so they knew more about Ding Yang than Xiao Zhengyi and the rest.
"Then how did he get hurt? That small cut on his fingertip doesn't look like it was left from a fight. "
Fang Xiaoqing was puzzled by Chen Tuwa's words.
If she had to describe it, that kind of cut was more like a child accidentally cutting his finger when he was sharpening a pencil with a utility knife. If Ding Yang had really fought with the master, there should not have been such a wound.
"No, if you think about it carefully, it's easy to get the answer." Chen Tuwa sighed. "There are only two people in the tent. Even if we use the method of elimination, we can know that it was not caused by the master. Then, isn't it only Ding Yang himself? If he used his fingernail, he should have been able to cut his finger... When I went up to him, I looked at his fingernail. There was indeed some blood stain under his thumbnail. "
"Wait a minute, isn't that even more strange? Why did he cut his own finger?! "
Fang Xiaoqing still could not understand the logic behind it. She looked confused.
On the other hand, Xiao Zhengyi seemed to understand the meaning behind Chen Tuwa's words. His face gradually darkened.
"I'm afraid that he wanted to leave us a message... We were all outside, and could have done it with a shout, but he needed to use this method. I'm afraid this is going to be troublesome." He explained to Fang Xiaoqing, then paused. "And the most important problem is that we don't know what message he left."
"No, in fact, I've already gotten the message he left."
However, Chen Tuwa gave them a surprise.
He raised his hand, and there was a small paper ball in his hand.
"Where did you get this?" Xiao Zhengyi asked in surprise and joy.
"When that guy (Ding Yang) came out of the tent, one of his trousers was slightly rolled up unnaturally, so I pretended to be dissatisfied and went up to pat his trousers. After that, the thing that was originally clamped inside naturally fell out." Chen Tuwa threw the paper ball indifferently and replied, "This is it."
After spreading out the paper, they found that it was actually a check.
However, there was neither a signature nor an amount on it. Instead, there were two words written in blood.
Because it might have been written by Ding Yang in a hurry, the handwriting was very messy. Xiao Zhengyi and the others took a long time to recognize it.
The first word was "I", but this word was crossed out by a diagonal line. The second word was "ghost".
"What does Ding Yang want to tell us with this?" Fang Xiaoqing looked at Chen Tuwa without thinking.
This little guy's behavior just now made the female police officer have an inexplicable expectation of him.
This naturally made Xiao Zhengyi a little jealous.
Therefore, Xiao Zhengyi spoke first. "Although I'm not sure what the word" ghost "means, the meaning of the word" I "in front is very clear..."
Crossing out the word "I" was equivalent to "not me".
Perhaps when Ding Yang wrote this word, he had already expected that when he walked out of the tent, he would no longer be himself.
"Then that ghost, could it be that he was possessed by a ghost?!"
Fang Xiaoqing thought of the ghost that she and Xiao Zhengyi had encountered before and couldn't help but shiver.
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