Miss Shen is Actually A Bigshot in Witchcraft

Chapter 142: The Boss

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Shen Chun also saw the trending topic that was climbing at an obvious speed.

When she clicked on it and saw a very handsome streamer replying to his fans in a very patient tone. His facial features were exquisite and upright.

She recognized at a glance that this was the man who had his fortune read last time.

Of course, there were also people who questioned him angrily, but he would reply to them seriously and even apologize without putting on any airs.

It seemed that the person who possessed him wasn’t a bad person.

After investigating this person’s past conduct and seeing what kind of person Dong Miao was, Shen Chun even didn’t want to interfere in this matter.

However, this was against the norm. If the main character was squeezed out of his body and couldn’t return for a long time, he would probably become a ghost.

Perhaps there was indeed something wrong with his moral conduct, but it wasn’t so serious that he needed to die and never get to reincarnate.

However, this city was so big and Shen Chun didn’t know how to search for an illusory ghost.

Lan Shan stuck his head out of the jade bottle. “1 smell something. It’s on a nearby overpass.”

The weather wasn’t good today and it was cold outside, so Shen Chun didn’t come out to set up a stall.

After she glanced out the window at the pouring rain and the dark blue sky, she couldn’t help but shiver. However, she still put on a thick coat and prepared to walk out.

“Where are you going at such a late hour?” Fu Shi called out to her from behind and grabbed her cold hand.

It was already very natural for the two of them to hold hands now.

“Something happened to a client.” Shen Chun felt the warm energy from Fu Shi’s hand flow into her hand.

“I’ll go with you.”

The two of them went straight to the bridge that Lan Shan had mentioned.

The sky was already terrifyingly dark and dark clouds pressed down on the entire city. The rain carried the smell of dampness, and there was an indescribable sense of pressure in the air.

“We’re here,” Lan Shan said softly. “It’s up there. There’s a malicious ghost aura up there. Master, be careful.”

It was dark on the bridge, and there seemed to be no one there.

This place had clearly been carefully chosen. There was no one on the bridge, and the sinister energy was extremely strong. In addition, it was raining. Anyone who stayed here for a night would probably turn into a malicious ghost.

“Don’t go up. Wait for me downstairs…” Shen Chun smelled a trace of pungent ghost energy, so things weren’t that simple.

When she really climbed up, there was only a black box on it. It smelled a little damp, as if it had been rotten for a long time.

When Shen Chun squatted down, she saw a pool of blood slowly flowing out of the box.

“Dong Miao?” Shen Chun called out softly to the box.

A dog barked weakly from inside the box.

Shen Chun quickly formed a talisman so that she could understand what he was saying.

“It’s me. Save me…” The dog made a muffled sound in the box, but the ghost shouted, “Shut up!”

The dog shut up.

Shen Chun wanted to help, but the box was too narrow for her to reach her hand in.

There was sinister energy in the box, so there was probably something supernatural inside. She quickly wrote a ghost exorcism talisman.

The yellow talisman paper was automatically stuffed in, and a wisp of golden light filled the box. Then, the little ghost instantly shattered.

After a while, a dog crawled out of the box while trembling.

It used all its strength to shake off the mud on its body before collapsing at Shen Chun’s feet.

“Save me, fortune teller. We can talk about money…”

Shen Chun took a look. The dog was fine and was just overly frightened. The resentment on its body was a little strong, but it would probably be fine after resting for a while.

Shen Chun carried the dog down from the rooftop.

The dog hung its head in her arms lifelessly, like a black plastic bag.

Fu Shi raised his eyebrows and asked, “Whose poodle is it? Get rid of it.” He could smell the stench of the dog from afar.

He liked small animals, but the dog was so dirty and on the verge of death. He was also worried that it carried a disease.

Shen Chun shook her head helplessly. “This is a client I know. I think he was set up.”

Dong Miao probably never expected that he would be in such a sorry state one day..