Mingwei looked into his eyes and said, "No matter what kind of dead person, I can make him speak."
The smile on Mr. Yang's face slowly faded, he pinched her hand and crawled on her tender neck, as if he was ready to move.
Mingwei had to breathe more slowly.
In the short exchange just now, she probably got a feel for Mr. Yang's temperament.
Under that skin of a swinger, there is a ruthless self hidden. He doesn't like others to lie, and the more they resort to tricks, the more ruthless he will be.
Her current skills are low, and if she wants to leave here safely, she can only impress him.
Mr. Yang looked at her condescendingly, with no smile on his face.
This otherworldly face can only be scrutinized at this moment.
But Mingwei thinks this is a good sign.
This shows that he has taken off that skin.
"Who are you anyway?"
Without waiting for Mingwei's reply, Young Master Yang said: "Don't bother making it up, I've already ordered someone to inquire about it. The seventh lady of the Ming family was originally a fool who was born stupid. Just over a month ago, she was frightened by a ghost.
, it suddenly healed. According to the Ming family, Empress Xuannu was grateful for Mrs. Ming San’s sincerity and sent her lost soul back..."
At this point, he smiled: "The story is quite round, but I don't believe in gods."
Mingwei silently swallowed the words she had thought of.
It's been a long time since she's seen such a rough and tumble person.
Having said that, with her previous skills, she didn't need to make up any excuses.
Just do it if you don't want to do it!
But now, if you don't accept it, you can really do something to her...
Mr. Yang grabbed her wrist and slowly kneaded her palm, inch by inch, very carefully.
It's not a sweet and ambiguous rubbing between men and women, but it's confirming something.
"What a delicate hand," he said softly. "I think I have been nurturing it all the time, so I can have fingers like onions. The callus on the tiger's mouth is very thin, the edge of the palm is still a little red and swollen, and the finger bones are not deformed. It looks like it has just begun.
Practice martial arts..."
At this point, he looked sharply: "But, your coping skills just now were very skillful. In a hurry, under insufficient light, you were horribly accurate in identifying the acupoints. Using the flute against the palm, you also found the weakest joint. There was no ten
It is impossible for someone with more than 10 years of skill to achieve this."
"So, you are not Miss Mingqi." He leaned closer and whispered in her ear word by word, "Where did you come from?"
Mingwei was quiet and said: "It seems that I am destined to be unlucky today. I accidentally lost my way and lost my life."
"wrong!"
"how?"
He said: "When you play the flute, you have already leaked."
"oh?"
"That piece of music was composed by a mysterious scholar a hundred years ago. Its original name was Wentian. Because he was sweeping the world and often used this piece of music to save souls, it got another name, called the soul-saving tune."
Mr. Yang smiled and said: "This tune is hardly spread among the people. Most of the people who know it are Taoist people. Where are you from, and how do you know this tune?"
Mingwei struggled to maintain his breathing and responded with the same smile: "Young master actually knows the soul-saving song, it seems not easy!"
The palms clasping her neck were tightened, causing her to groan.
"If you had just gone back obediently, I wouldn't have had time to pay attention to you for the time being. It just so happened that you got lost and ended up here..."
"Did the young master have murderous intentions from the beginning?" Mingwei was very curious, "Since you know I'm here, why do you still talk so unscrupulously?"
"No." Mr. Yang chuckled, "You hid it very well. I didn't know it at first. It wasn't until just now that your breathing became a little heavier when I was writing a letter. I really want to know what I am writing?"
Mingwei suddenly realized: "So you burned the letter."
"Okay! Now that you've satisfied your curiosity, shouldn't you also satisfy me?" He asked softly, "Miss Ming, who are you and why are you here? If you are honest and honest, maybe you can
, I can give you a way to survive."
Mingwei's mind flashes with lightning.
From the conversation just now, it can be seen that Mr. Yang is deeply trusted by the Holy Emperor.
He also has such martial arts and such scheming.
Because she is still weak, she cannot fall out with the Ming family for the time being.
But compared with him, the Ming family is nothing worth mentioning.
If she could leave the Ming family as soon as possible, Mrs. Ming San would not have to suffer those hardships.
In just a moment, Mingwei made a decision.
"Since the young master knows the soul-saving song, do you know who the master is who composed it?"
Mr. Yang's eyes flashed slightly.
Mingwei continued: "His surname is Ning Jun, and he was a wealthy young man. The young man's family was in a state of poverty, and he wandered around the world. He unexpectedly learned mystical arts. In his middle age, he was famous, but he lost his wife and daughter because of the pursuit of his enemies. In order to
To take revenge, he spent twenty years studying everywhere and finally became a master. After taking revenge, he received enlightenment from an expert and gained great enlightenment. After experiencing troubled times in his later years, he traveled around, saved countless people, and gained a great reputation. Finally, he used his body to suppress evil.
, saved the Xuanmen inheritance, and transformed into pure Qi in the world."
"He is a master of mystical arts, and he has learned from the best of all the schools. He is also benevolent and virtuous, and he has turned the tide. The mystical men in the world wanted to take him as the leader, so they gave him a unique title."
Mingwei looked into his eyes and softly said two words: "Fortune Master."
Mr. Yang looked at her without speaking.
"This is the story of the first generation of fortune tellers. Since then, fortune masters have been passed down from generation to generation, all taking the world as their own responsibility. It has been passed down for more than a hundred years, and the successor of that generation of fortune masters disappeared unexpectedly. From then on, the name of fortune masters disappeared in
world."
Ming smiled: "Although not many people have heard the soul-saving song, there are still some people who can play it. However, except for the descendants of the life master, no one can play this music, let alone drive the wandering souls with this music."
Mr. Yang looked at her seriously.
Mingwei looked back quietly.
"What do you want?" he finally asked.
The strength on his neck relaxed for the first time, and Mingwei breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, do you know why I am here?"
"Sent from the Ming family."
He answered so calmly, Mingwei couldn't help but be surprised.
Young Master Yang laughed: "You don't think that your Ming family is the only one who does this kind of thing, do you?"
"..." She really overestimates the integrity of these gentlemen!
"I want to leave the Ming family and go to the capital with my mother," she said.
He said: "You have to prove that you are useful."
Ming smiled: "Didn't I say it before? I can make any dead person talk. Aren't you looking for a dead person? There are specialties in the art industry. It's better to leave this kind of thing to the professionals."
Mr. Yang glanced at her: "You said you are the successor of the fortune teller, so I believe you? You said it yourself, the fortune master inheritance has been extinct. Who knows whether you, the successor of the fortune master, are true or false."
"Whether it's true or false, as long as you have the ability, isn't it enough?"
Mr. Yang narrowed his eyes and thought, then suddenly his movements changed. The hand holding her neck grabbed her collar and tore it off.
"Tsk--" The sound of cracking silk was heard, revealing a large area of snow skin.
Without hesitation, he leaned down and pressed his entire face against her neck.
Mingwei was stunned for a moment. This kind of skin-to-skin contact that exceeded the normal level made her very uncomfortable, and she instinctively wanted to break free.
At this time, the room was pushed open: "Third Young Master, you..."