Chapter 7 Seeking Taoism, watching the An family and grieving, asking the magician for a royal marriage (3)

This is not the first time for An Cheng to do this kind of thing. An Mu, the eldest brother of the An family, was forced to become a madman by An Cheng and eventually died in prison.

An Cheng found the sorcerer's house with ease. An Cheng threw the money in his hand, knocked on the door and was about to go in.

The door was ajar, but when he knocked it opened, An Cheng was startled.

A disheveled man inside stood up and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Tsk, tsk, how did you end up like this?" Looking at the appearance of the warlock in front of him, An Cheng knew that there was probably nothing he could do to help him.

"Ha!" The warlock sneered, "Where were you when you knelt on the ground and begged me to kill that big brother of yours?"

If Li Lan were here and saw the sorcerer's appearance, he would definitely say, "You deserve it."

This was not because of anything else. This sorcerer was the fortune teller Li Lan met on the street yesterday. Although Li Lan went to ask for directions, he could see at a glance that the fortune teller was carrying a life debt.

However, at that time, Li Lan was busy trying to understand how the inheritance of the Dharma in this world was different from that of the 21st century where he lived, so as to solve the An family's problems, so he had no time to discuss the merits and demerits of the warlock who had gone astray.

Now it seems that the warlock must have sought retribution on his own.

"Today is different from the past. Now I ask you to find someone for me, can you still do it?" An Cheng tossed the silver in his hand and showed it to the warlock.

The academic purpose of these warlocks is not to correct the righteousness and promote justice. Although Li Lan usually looks like a funny woman, she is far beyond the comparison of these money-minded warlocks.

Staring at the few taels of broken silver, it was like lighting up a lamp in a dark room, giving off the greedy light.

"Even if I am like this, it will be easy to cure you."

This kind of warlock is not entirely a trick to deceive people. After all, he has some skills, but they are not used on the right path by Taoist priests.

"Well, kill this man, and all the money will be yours."

An Cheng collected the silver in his hand and was about to put it back in his pocket. The warlock stared at the silver as if he was being led by his soul. He didn't look back until he couldn't see it anymore.

"good."

After receiving the birthday card from An Cheng, the fortune teller sneered, "You really know how to fool me. This person is already dead."

"Dead?" An Cheng was suddenly shocked. Yesterday, his eldest sister Anjie said that An Lan's appearance has changed greatly now, and she might be an evil ghost collecting debts.

"died."

The fortune teller only felt that it was unlucky. Yesterday he met a ghost in broad daylight, and today someone wanted to do something to a dead person. Could it be that he had received the retribution for his harm to others...

"Then you can follow me to my house and do the same thing as before to catch ghosts."

An Cheng is not really not afraid, but if he doesn't do anything, things have reached this point. If An Lan is not killed, when will the eldest sister's daughter and his own son be able to come forward?

Yes, An Cheng used the same method to turn his eldest brother into a madman back then, and it was this warlock who did it.

After thinking about An Cheng's generosity, and thinking about the strange things in the past two days, the warlock decided to take his life, shook his head and sat back on the bed slumped, "I won't go."

"Don't you just want money?"

"I'll add, ten taels, twenty taels..."

"Fifty taels! Fifty taels is the most. Now my eldest sister and I can't go into the second son's house. Otherwise, we can pawn some things. One hundred taels is fine."

"One hundred taels, one hundred taels after everything is done!"

The warlock was a little moved when he heard that. But even if he got the money, he still had to spend it with his life. An Cheng had done so many evil things, and there was no guarantee that he would regret it and find someone to kill him too...

"Do you agree or not?"

The warlock across from him didn't respond yet, but just pointed at the door. Just when An Cheng turned around, he heard footsteps coming from the door.

If a dog that doesn't bark wants to bite someone, it has to hit the person first. An Cheng doesn't have that chance...
Chapter completed!