The Female Lead Decides to Act Wickedly
Chapter 297 - 144: This Time It’s a Swindler (Part 17)_2

Chapter 297: Chapter 144: This Time It’s a Swindler (Part 17)_2

Cough, cough. This was He Qingfeng’s thought: "We’re already here, might as well enjoy ourselves."

Watching the flag-raising ceremony, climbing the Great Wall, visiting Yonghe Palace, and checking in at Nanluoguxiang...

Knowing that her darling daughter was indeed recovered, no longer ill, and not likely to die young, Su Min also became interested in having fun.

The family of three didn’t plan any itineraries; they just went wherever they felt like going.

Eating, drinking, wandering around, they spent an entire week playing in Capital City.

As the vacation was about to end, and a certain elementary school student still had not done her summer homework, He Qingfeng and Su Min finally started their journey back home with their daughter, bringing along big and small packages of Capital City’s local products.

As for Zhang Duoduo, she, too, had arrived at her next destination by plane and met her new client.

However, before the client could speak, a middle-aged woman beside him began to chatter incessantly, "You really are something. I’ve told you, I have a Spirit Talisman from Guiyuan Temple on me. Even if there’s an Evil Ghost, it can’t hurt me!"

"Why would you still need to invite a master over? And to book one online, what if he’s a Swindler?"

"Even if he’s not a swindler, we already consulted for a talisman from Guiyuan Temple. You, you seeking someone else—doesn’t that clearly show you don’t trust Master He?"

"Let me tell you, Master He is very effective. Even if he’s not here in person, he has ways of knowing what’s happening with us. Many netizens have testified that one must never blaspheme against Master He!"

The woman’s son wore an embarrassed expression.

Although Zhang Duoduo was somewhat displeased, she was more filled with curiosity and excitement.

She couldn’t care less about being treated as a swindler; instead, she directly asked the middle-aged woman, "Auntie, do you have a peace charm from Guiyuan Temple?"

It was as if what she desired had come knocking on her door; she was already interested in the talismans from Guiyuan Temple, and now someone had delivered one right to her.

Zhang Duoduo felt somewhat smug inside.

"That’s right, young lady. Have you also heard of Guiyuan Temple?"

Seeing the curiosity on Zhang Duoduo’s face, and no sign of doubt or denial, the middle-aged woman immediately felt a joyful sense of camaraderie.

Upon seeing Zhang Duoduo nod, the woman eagerly took a small brocade pouch from her pocket without even waiting for the request.

"Eh? Why is there a hint of yin energy?"

Zhang Duoduo was able to see various forms of energy fluctuations, and she had a particularly keen sense for Spiritual Energy, yin energy, and Evil Qi.

Just one glance at the small brocade pouch, and she could feel the yin energy lingering on it.

Though it wasn’t Ghost Qi, this kind of yin energy was surely not anything good.

"Auntie, are you sure this ’Spirit Talisman’ is really from Guiyuan Temple?"

When Zhang Duoduo spoke the words "Spirit Talisman," she deliberately emphasized them.

Internally, she was cursing away—bullshit Spirit Talisman; this, this was clearly a ghost talisman—infused with yin energy, which attracts Ghosts. If this isn’t a ghost talisman, what is?

"That’s right, Guiyuan Temple has an official account, you know. After I read the news about the killer doctor, I quickly managed to snatch a top-grade peace charm through that official account!"

A whole 2999 yuan, for a housewife who usually saves and scrimps, to fork out such a sum—especially for a stranger she’d never met—it was truly unusual.

Even so, when this middle-aged woman parted with the money, she couldn’t help but feel the pinch.

"Great, Guiyuan Temple! Are you a real Taoist Temple or a Demon Cave?!"

Born into a prestigious family, Zhang Duoduo had learned the most orthodox Mysticism Skills from a young age.

Accompanying her father on excursions since childhood, and after her sixteenth birthday, she had been wandering the Itinerant World alone for the past two years.

Having visited many places and seen all sorts of people.

People from the official ’Emergency Office,’ capable but also arrogant.

The Mystical Sects from various places, with background but mostly having lost their lineage.

And some Loose Cultivators, who stumbled upon the path of Cultivation by chance—looking destitute and pitiful.

However, Zhang Duoduo, though perhaps disagreeing with others’ philosophies or clashing with their personalities, still retained a basic respect and support for most of them.

What she most detested were those swindlers and witches who, under the guise of Mysticism, cheat and deceive, plotting for wealth and causing harm to life.

Those people deserved to die!

It was they who tarnished the reputation of the Mystical Sect, veritable rat droppings, spoilers; orthodox disciples should eradicate them one and all!

Nevertheless, these swindlers mostly operated on a small scale, hiding and sneaking around.

Like Guiyuan Temple, which had become known throughout the land, situations like those were indeed rare.