Chapter 163 Yang Hong Seeks Hexagrams (2)

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Yang Zimei has been living in the mountains for many years, and this Yang Hong rarely returns to the village and does not know Yang Zimei.

Although he has long heard that this master is a little girl, but seeing it with his own eyes, he still can't accept it.

"You are Master Yang?" he asked with extreme suspicion.

The corners of Yang Zimei's lips raised a sneer, but she didn't hum.

Yang Hong relied on his sons to be promising, and his usual temper and style were bigger than others. Although his son is now trapped, he still has two sons, who are like uncles before and after. Being highly respected, how could she bear the contemptuous expression of a little girl like Yang Zimei?

"Do you know who I am?" He put on a face and asked Yang Zimei.

"I know." Yang Zimei said lightly, "I also know why you came."

"If that's the case, then help me figure out whether my son Yang Dejie can save himself from danger this time." Yang Hongyu said with a commanding command.

"The hexagram is 30 million yuan." Yang Zimei said coldly.

"Thirty million? You might as well go grab it!" Yang Hong didn't trust her at all, so when he heard her opening the gold price, he immediately jumped up.

Yang Zimei smiled, "The business is voluntary. If you can't afford the money, please don't hinder the next guest."

"It's absurd to pretend to be a master to cheat money and harm the people at a young age!" Yang Hong angrily said, "I'll send you to the police station now!"

"Ha ha--"

Yang Zimei chuckled, "If you say harming the society and harming the people, how can I match your family?"

Yang Hong heard what she was saying, blowing his beard, kicking his nose and poking his cane, "Presumptuous! Little girl, how dare you speak so madly!"

"I'm crazy, so what? However, it's better than some people's death, haha!"

Yang Zimei laughed loudly. She had already seen from Yang Hong's face that he was in a desolate night. Not one of his sons who used to be a blessing and a powerful force was left in prison, and as for his grandson, none of them died early.

It's not her business, it's just that their karma has come!

When Yang Hong heard this, he was naturally angry, and he was about to hit her with his crutches.

Yang Zimei stretched out her fingers, clamped the crutches, squeezed with force, and the crutches suddenly broke in two—

Yang Hong looked at his crutches in surprise.

This is made of hard rosewood, and now it looks like rotten wood, and it was just pinched off by her two fingers. Who is this person?

Yang Zimei loosened her fingers, stopped looking at him, and walked out of the reception room.

At this time, there was a child crying outside the door, out of breath, very desolate.

A voice begged, "Mr. Song, I heard that Master Yang here is very powerful, can you let her help me see this child, this child has been crying like this for several days, and she is almost out of breath. The doctor has no choice, please let Master Yang help me take care of the child, okay?"

Song Xuanzheng looked embarrassed, saw Yang Zimei come out, and hurriedly explained the situation to her.

Yang Zimei looked at the child who was still wrapped in the small sheet. He was only about one year old. He saw that his face was black and purple, his forehead was sunk, his eyes were dull, and he was as thin as firewood, shrouded in a cloud of evil spirits.

This Yin evil energy is not very heavy, but for children with weak resistance, it is deadly enough.

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