Miyun Buyu

"According to my divination, you'll die in three days," Lu Miao said.

"Thank goodness. I'm so done with life," Mr. Gu said.

He then started looking for a Fengshui master to assist him with his cemetery search.

Lu Miao extended her hand. "Hang on. I'm an expert in this. Don't give the job to someone else."

Three days went by, and three more after that. Mr. Gu was getting restless. "When exactly will I die?"

"Don't rush. It'll happen very soon!" Lu Miao replied.

Three months went by. Mr. Gu was still alive and well. With a red glow in his eyes, he forced Lu Miao into a corner. "Miao, you saved my life. You have to take up this responsibility toward me."

For some unknown reason, the top-notch metaphysics bigshot, Lu Miao, transmigrated into the body of a child with parents who didn't love her. She even had a fiance who would soon die.

Her parents looked forward to her death, and her siblings all hated her. Everyone in the city waited for her to make a fool of herself.

Lu Miao held a talisman in her left hand and a Fengshui wheel in her right. Business only kept getting better.

Bigshots from various walks of life showed up at her door. "How much do you need for the wedding gift? We're willing to pay ten times that amount."

"Get lost," Lu Miao's siblings uttered.

"Thanks for the offer, but she's already married," Mr. Gu said.

Bigshot Gives in to His Wife Again

Standing in front of the door for a moment, he let out a sigh. It seemed that he has been forgotten completely.

Raising his hand to input the password, as soon as his foot stepped into the house, he immediately sensed the chaotic sound of breathing. His body tensed up in an instant, and he squinted as he scanned his surroundings.

In a split second, countless possibilities flashed through his mind. Were they here seeking revenge? Or was it for something else? Was it directed at him or at Lu Miao?

Gu Shiyan suddenly felt grateful that Lu Miao had forgotten his birthday today and wasn't at home.

Based on the sounds of breathing, he tentatively judged that there were at least a dozen people in the house.

The sound of footsteps suddenly drew closer. Before he could react, there was a sharp "click," and a blue flame from a lighter illuminated the room. Then, the flickering candlelight revealed the familiar face before him.

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