The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

After breakfast, Qi Yan went to change his clothes and wash his hands. He said to Cen Baihe, "I'm going to draw the amulet for you now. Do you want to go into the study with me?"

"Will my presence affect you?" Cen Baihe put down his expired magazine and looked up at Qi Yan.

"No," Qi Yan guessed that Cen Baihe was still curious about the talisman when he saw that Cen Baihe had stood up from the sofa, so he said with a smile, "I've been painting talisman for so many years. How can it be affected because there are no people around me."

If you are so easily affected, you can only show that you are not good enough. When warlocks fight, they can see the real chapter directly under their hands, regardless of your surrounding environment. For example, when he met the fortune snatching array a few days ago, the person who manipulated the array killed him with a soul devouring and soul snatching curse, but he was not soft at all.

At that time, he spent most of his spiritual power to dismantle the array. If Cen Baihe didn't suddenly appear, he might have knelt at that time.

In fact, cen Baihe was not curious about Qi Yan's drawing, but about the furnishings of his study. Because whether it was the living room or the gate, Qi Yan's home was too out of line with the style of a metaphysical master. He had never seen a metaphysical master's home so grounded.

When the door of the study room opened, cen Baihe felt "it was so". Different from the simple style of the living room, the study is decorated very antique. Tables, chairs and bookshelves are all made of logs. There are simple four treasures of study on the desk. There is no trace of modern style in the whole room. He didn't even find an electric jack in the room.

Qi Yan took down a wooden box from the bookshelf, took out the cinnabar pen inside, took out two pieces of yellow Rune paper from the other box, bowed solemnly to the East for three times, and then began to write.

Since he was a child, he had a special talent in Fu Zhuan. At that time, the old man felt sorry for him after he found this, because people now don't believe in Fu Zhuan. Even if they ask for such useless and groundless Fu Zhuan developed by swindlers as peach blossom luck, career luck and son luck, he might have become a famous figure in history hundreds of years ago.

Of course, when the old man finally found that he was excellent in other aspects, he no longer sighed, but shook his head and said to him, it was all fate.

However, he felt indifferent to all this. Metaphysics was his hobby. It didn't matter whether he was born at the wrong time or not.

Since then, the old man has taught him a lot of messy and wonderful techniques, which are called good things to press the bottom of the box. Although many techniques can't even be used by the old man himself, he is only allowed to learn from ancient books.

With Qi Yan's ability, it is easy to draw congenital talismans. Even the cumbersome rituals before drawing talismans can be simplified, but the drawn talismans are more effective than others.

As soon as the congenital talisman is written, it needs to draw from the beginning to the end. If there is insufficient aura or a broken gap in the middle, what is drawn is a piece of waste paper, which has no effect.

The two pieces of talisman paper can be achieved in one move. There is no need to spray water on the talisman paper, let alone invite and send God with a peach wood sword. The process is so simple that the bodyguard standing next to him doubts whether Qi Yan is painting and playing.

Qi Yan folded the two made talismans and put them into two brocade bags. He said to Cen Baihe, "the auspicious cloud pattern brocade bag is the tranquility talisman, and the blessing pattern brocade bag is the peace talisman." speaking of this, he suddenly smiled, "but you may not use this peace talisman. You can give it to your family when you go back."

CEN Baihe looked at Qi Yan with complex eyes. Yesterday Qi Yan only mentioned painting an divine talisman to him, but today he gave him two talismans. Is this easy or has other intentions?

But Qi Yan didn't explain, so he didn't ask. CEN Baihe knew that Qi Yan would not deliberately hide what he could say clearly. Now Qi Yan doesn't say anything, but he can't say it, or he really just does it.

But no matter what kind of possibility, it is the other party's kindness.

After all this, Qi Yan turned and pushed open the window of his study. He heard a dull "bang" downstairs, like an explosion.

"Baihe, there may be an accident downstairs," Qi Yan said to Cen Baihe's bodyguard. "I need your help."

The bodyguard looked at wushao, saw wushao nodding slightly, and then said, "master Qi, if you need anything, please don't hesitate to speak, and I will fully cooperate."

"You go down with me first," Qi Yan thought and turned to Cen Baihe. "Baihe, if you are bored, there is a TV in the living room and a computer in the room, I don't have a password. You can use it freely."

"No, I'll go down with you." Cen Baihe's slender thigh took a step towards Qi Yan, "many people can also have more helpers."

"Wushao..." the bodyguard was worried about Cen Baihe's body, but as soon as the words of persuasion were out, he found that wushao looked at himself lightly, so he shut his mouth honestly.

"OK," Qi Yan didn't refuse Cen Baihe, "let's go down now."

I don't know if it was because Cen Baihe was together. Qi Yan felt that even getting into the elevator was very smooth. As soon as the three of them reached the elevator door, the elevator door opened automatically, and there was no one inside.

From the seventh floor to the sixth floor, it was just a blink of an eye. Qi Yan walked out of the elevator and said to the bodyguard, "turn on the mobile camera now and try not to pat my hand."

Before saving people, first make sure you don't fall into the pit. With a mobile phone camera, even if there was an accident at the scene, he could make it clear, although he didn't look like he was dying. But this is only normal. If someone hates her to the bone and asks an expert to do it, it's hard to say.

It's always right to be careful.

When he came to 604, Qi Yan found that the door was not closed from the inside, but was hidden, and there was a gap between the door and the door frame. He stood outside the door and called Lin Yu's name, but there was no answer. He thought about it, took out his mobile phone, made a call to the property, and then called the police.

After all this, he saw the evil spirit seeping through the crack of the door, but it soon disappeared into invisibility, just like the water vapor evaporated. Qi Yan looked back at Cen Baihe, who was purple all over, and instantly felt as if he was carrying a big Mac gold finger.

"Miss Lin?" Qi Yan was almost sure that Lin Yu had fainted now, but his life was ok, so he pinched the formula to drive away the evil spirit in the house, and then stood at the door and continued to wait for the property people to come.

About three minutes later, the property security guard rushed over.

These two people are big men. Perhaps the property owner is worried that some gangsters have broken into the owner's house, so he specially arranged for them to come.

Qi Yan explained the situation to the two property security guards and asked, "shall we go in and have a look now?"

The property security guards were hesitant. They were afraid of the owner's accident and being complained by the owner. They broke into their house privately, and suddenly fell into a dilemma.

Qi Yan knew their difficulties, so he said, "why don't I go in and have a look? Just prove that I don't want to break in and steal."

"I'll go in with you." one of the property security guards thought about it and still felt that the owner could not go in alone. What if the gangster was hiding in the house?

Take down the electric shock stick worn at the waist. The security guard puts on gloves and pushes open the door carefully. There is no one behind the door.

As soon as the door opened, Qi Yan saw Lin Yu lying on the floor of the living room. The whole person had lost consciousness.

"I met her in the elevator when I came to see you just now." Cen Baihe has a very good memory. At a glance, he recognized the woman lying on the ground and entered the elevator with him in the morning.

Qi Yan did not enter the house, but stood at the porch, his eyes focused and began to observe around. The decoration style of the house is very warm. There are many lovely animal pillows on the sofa and many green plants on the balcony, but most of them are listless. Only meat and cactus grow better.

But no matter how he looked, there was no Feng Shui problem of flushing evil spirits in the room, and he didn't feel the origin of other unclean things in the room. Where did Lin Yu's evil spirits and bad luck come from?

"Miss Lin!" the security guard was startled by Lin Yu lying on the ground. He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and called 120. Poor one meter eight man, his face was white. Especially when he found that several lights in the house had exploded and glass fragments had fallen all over the floor, his face was white and blue, which was extremely ugly.

In the real estate industry, I have heard of all legends, but some are false, some do not know the truth, but they can not be fully explained by scientific theory.

For example, the scene is a little strange now. The security guard swallowed his saliva and tried to make himself look less flustered, so as to stabilize the owner who came with him, so as not to make more people know.

Fortunately, the police arrived soon. The comatose Lin Yu was sent to the hospital. Qi Yan, who first discovered the incident, explained the causes and consequences to the police and went back to his home.

"Master Qi, what happened to that... Just now?" even Cen Baihe's bodyguard felt that something was wrong. He was a special soldier before he retired from the army and later became a policeman for some time. So he could see at a glance that there was no sign of outsiders entering the scene, but the house full of lamp fragments and other undamaged household appliances seemed too strange.

If it's just a simple circuit problem, it doesn't make sense. Only the electric light has a problem, but all other electrical appliances are as usual. Even the air conditioner is still blowing and doesn't turn off automatically.

Qi Yan poured out several glasses of water and put it on the table. "There is no problem with Feng Shui in Miss Lin's house. Her face is no problem. If it's not a coma caused by illness, it's caused by external forces."

"What external force?" the bodyguard was curious about the question.

Qi Yan took a sip of tea and said slowly, "for example, if someone wanted to harm her, they took her birthday eight characters. Or too many people resented her, and resentment arose over time. However, the former needs the birthday eight characters to be accurate at what time and at what point, and the latter is more unlikely. She is young and not a murderous villain. How can she be so angry?"

"Is there... A more scientific statement?" the bodyguard asked a little hard.

"Yes," Qi Yan put down his tea cup, "Scientists have studied that everyone has his own unique magnetic field, and people born in different periods have different magnetic fields. Some people attract each other's magnetic fields, while others repel each other, so there are two completely different extreme emotional reactions: love at first sight and not pleasing to the eye. Knowing a person's eight character birthday can be said to master his magnetic field If someone disturbs your magnetic field, your body and spirit will naturally have problems. "

Listening to Qi Yan's serious nonsense, cen Baihe shook his hand holding the tea cup, and then changed his sitting position to make the expression on his face look calm and serious: "maybe it was caused by her occupation?"

"What line of work will attract so much resentment?" Qi Yan touched his chin and couldn't figure it out.

The bodyguard looked blankly at the serious master Qi and felt that his whole outlook on life was about to collapse. If master Qi had told him that this was a supernatural event, he would not believe it. However, master Qi used this "less scientific science" to explain this matter. Instead, he began to doubt that there might really be incomprehensible events in the world.

This is really a strange thing.

Until I sent Wu Shao back to Cen's house, the bodyguard's expressionless face was still at a loss after the Three Outlooks were broken.

"Bai He, I didn't go to the company today, but I came back so early?" brother Cen went downstairs and saw younger brother Yao coming home. He pulled his tight tie and hurriedly took the suit and briefcase handed by the servant and was ready to go out.

"Third brother, you have to go out before lunch time?" Cen Baihe looked at the big clock hanging on the wall. It was 15 minutes to 12 noon.

"Just received the notice to hold an emergency meeting," brother Cen smiled helplessly. He had planned to go out with his children today, but it was going to come to naught.

Seeing that the third brother had gone out of the door and was ready to go down the steps, cen Baihe unconsciously called him, "third brother, wait a minute."

"What's the matter?" brother Cen looked back at his youngest brother, who usually spoke little, and felt a little strange.

"This friend gave it to me. Take it with you." Cen Baihe handed a flat brocade bag to brother Cen.

Brother Cen slipped the brocade bag into his suit trouser pocket. Although he didn't believe it, Yaodi still wanted to give face.

But who is Yaodi's friend who can let him carry this kind of thing with him, who is usually dismissive of feudal superstition?

The power of friendship is great.