Chapter 135
　　Seeing that the persuasion was working, Luo Tianhe lowered his posture and slowly helped Lin Qianqian up. "Miss Lin, what are you doing? I have always trusted you."

　　Lin Qianqian didn't dare to follow Luo Tianhe's words, and immediately stated her position, "As long as I can leave here this time, I will definitely fulfill my promise to Mr. Luo. I know Mr. Luo's methods."

　　Helping Lin Qianqian to sit down on the chair, Luo Tianhe sighed with feigned difficulty, "It is because I see Miss Lin as a kindred spirit that I have revealed the truth completely. I also hope that Miss Lin will not hide anything from me. Otherwise, I am afraid that I will not be able to do what I want. If something goes wrong, I am afraid that Miss Lin's life will not be saved, and I will blame myself in the future."

　　"No, I dare not hide anything from you, Mr. Luo."

　　Lin Qianqian immediately told him about Ding Zhenzong, and also the speculation that among Yuan Shanyuan, Bai Yu, Li Bai, Yao Shunyu and others, there were also people sent in by the Night Watchman.

　　After listening, Luo Tianhe frowned. In his opinion, the probability of this situation happening was extremely high. Relying on Lin Qianqian and Ding Zhenzong alone would not be able to deal with Wang Fugui of Jiangcheng.

　　Slowly interlocking his fingers, Luo Tianhe straightened up, "If it were Li Bai, Yao Shunyu, that would be fine, but if it were Yuan Shanyuan and Bai Yu, this matter would be troublesome."

　　"That's right, that's what I think too. That Bai Yu is strange."

　　Remembering the occasional glance Bai Yu gave her, Lin Qianqian felt as if she was a lamb tied up waiting to be slaughtered. That gaze was as cold as a sharp blade, cutting across her skin inch by inch.

　　Mentioning Bai Yu, even Luo Tianhe couldn't help but narrow his eyes. "More than strange, she is simply a ghost."

　　Although Lin Qianqian had also had this speculation, speculation was after all speculation, and the feeling was completely different from hearing it from someone like Luo Tianhe. "She is really a ghost? Then how... how did she get in?"

　　"I don't know, but her identity can be confirmed. She must be a ghost, otherwise I can't imagine how a living person would dare to provoke the tiptoe smiling corpse and still escape unscathed."

　　Luo Tianhe's mind recalled Bai Yu holding silver needles in her hand, as well as a pair of copper scissors, first sealing the joints of Wang Bao's corpse after it rose, and then severing the tendons in his feet.

　　Throughout the process of doing all this, Bai Yu never had any emotional fluctuations, as if she was doing a commonplace little thing.

　　At that time, he knew that this woman was not human.

　　Time passed by, and after confirming that Lin Qianqian was under his control, Luo Tianhe started the next step of his plan. "Miss Lin, time is running out. We are going to start the *yanzhen* (a type of curse) next. Are you ready?"

　　"Everything is up to Mr. Luo."

　　"Good."

　　He took out a silver needle and stabbed Lin Qianqian's middle finger hard, smearing the squeezed blood on the prepared yellow paper, folding the blood-stained yellow paper, and stuffing it into a gold ingot also folded from yellow paper.

　　"Miss Lin, take this." Luo Tianhe handed the gold ingot to Lin Qianqian with a serious face, and instructed, "Offer this in front of your own *mingtu* (fate chart), then kowtow three times, and silently recite the seventeen times *yansheng kuyu* (cursing incantation)."

　　After a pause, Luo Tianhe asked, "Miss Lin should know the *yansheng kuyu*, right?"

　　"*Yansheng* art is unpredictable, ghosts and gods are unfathomable, wealth and noble tombs, life and death are determined by fate."

　　Lin Qianqian almost gritted her teeth to say these words. She didn't expect that this mission would evolve into the current situation. She was also guarding against Luo Tianhe, worried that the other party would use insidious tricks against her, so she repeatedly deliberated on the steps of the ritual.

　　Lin Qianqian knew that she needed to use her own fingertip blood to cast the curse, which was equivalent to using her own destiny to interfere with the other party's destiny. This was a gamble. If it was just herself, then she, Lin Qianqian, would never dare to do it. But after all, there were two of them. Since Luo Tianhe dared to pull her to cast a nightmare on Wang Fugui together, it proved that the probability of success was extremely high.

　　Lin Qianqian knelt in front of her *mingtu*, very devoutly reciting the *yansheng kuyu*, with the gold ingot folded from yellow paper placed in front of the incense burner, "*Yansheng* art is unpredictable, ghosts and gods are unfathomable, wealth and noble tombs, life and death are determined by fate..."

　　In the art of *yansheng*, this kind of paper ingot with the caster's fingertip blood is also called a blood ingot, which is the best tribute to the *Yanzu* (Nightmare Ancestor), and also a testament to the caster's devout heart.

　　Out of the corner of her eye, Luo Tianhe also walked to her side, offering his blood ingot in front of the *mingtu*. At the same time, he closed his eyes tightly and respectfully kowtowed three times in the direction of the *mingtu*.

　　After seeing a touch of bright red on the fingertip of Luo Tianhe's left middle finger, Lin Qianqian finally felt relieved. She didn't know Luo Tianhe's fate, but her own fate had been calculated by an expert, and she was a blessed person, and not just ordinary good fortune. Ordinary disasters could not do anything to her at all. Under the protection of the family these years, everything had been smooth sailing.

　　With the fate of her and Luo Tianhe as tributes, she believed it was more than enough to suppress a Wang Fugui. Moreover, they were still the casters, and this first-mover status had invisibly added a great advantage to them.

　　Sneaking a few glances at Luo Tianhe's profile, Lin Qianqian felt a burst of anger in her heart when she thought of this old guy daring to be so rude to her, and doing everything possible to extort her.

　　What was even more fatal was that Luo Tianhe knew her true identity and also knew the Night Watchman's plan that she had revealed, which was equivalent to grasping her handle.

　　If this person did not die, she, and even the Lin family behind her, would probably never have peace.

　　Lin Qianqian made up her mind that the first thing she would do after leaving here was to notify the elders of the clan to kill this person. Wait, maybe she didn't even need to go through the elders of the clan.

　　Lin Qianqian thought of a more wonderful way. She only needed to reveal Luo Tianhe's whereabouts to the Luo family, and then add some embellishments and say some things that may or may not be true. She believed that the Luo family, who valued their reputation more than their lives, would not mind personally ending Luo Tianhe.

　　"Miss Lin, that's enough."

　　The kind voice interrupted Lin Qianqian's thoughts. Luo Tianhe stood up. Facing Luo Tianhe, Lin Qianqian behaved like a child who had made a mistake, "Mr. Luo, I was wrong about the previous things. Please don't be so knowledgeable as to bother with a junior like me. In the future, when you return to the Luo family, I hope that our Luo and Lin families will always be friends."

　　"Then I have to ask Miss Lin to take care of it." The corners of Luo Tianhe's mouth couldn't help but curl up, and a hint of red appeared on his slightly pale face, as if he was drunk.

　　Hearing this, Lin Qianqian was horrified, "Where, please don't say that, according to Mr. Luo's methods, you will definitely be a person in charge after returning to the Luo family. Our Luo and Lin families are old friends, and I am also considered your junior, so please don't say such things to shorten my life."