Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 1490: Worst Luck in This Life

Ning Shu had set up a Yang assembling spell formation in this house. The female supervisor’s body was so abundant with baleful energy that the entire living room was like being in hell. A chilling gale whistled. It was hard to breathe.

Ning Shu had a talisman pinched between her fingers as she chanted a spell. The talisman flew towards the female supervisor and stuck to her body.

The female supervisor screamed with her head tilted back, her baleful energy growing heavier.

Ning Shu’s brows were tightly locked together. Feng Yin was probably too angry, so he had gone hard on his attack. This baleful energy had seriously corroded the female supervisor’s body, and she would probably die an early death.

Feng Yin, ah Feng Yin.

This kind of ‘I only have eyes for my woman, and everyone else is scum; mess with my woman, and you will not even have a chance to reincarnate’ was indeed cool.

There was no need for him to distinguish between right and wrong.

Although the female supervisor might be at fault, this was still a bit too much of a price to pay.

Ning Shu’s forehead oozed cold sweat. She gritted her teeth, and the female supervisor finally gave a bloodcurdling scream, before slumping to the floor.

Xie Yiyuan was watching by the side, and his pupils trembled. He was unable to speak for a long while.

Ning Shu wiped a handful of sweat, her body a bit weak. The fr*ck, if it happened a few more times, she would really die from overexertion.

Ning Shu said to Xie Weiming, “Give her some of Xie Yiyuan’s medicine, and compensate her if you can. The physical damage to her body is serious.”

Xie Weiming wiped his face and said worriedly, “What is this? If we don’t fire that woman, there’s no telling what would happen in the future.”

Ning Shu waved her hand and gulped down a big bottle of water. “The lady just said that she was slacking at work, and that’s how she ended up. If you fire her, all of your company’s employees will turn into ghosts tomorrow.”

No, they would become nourishment for Feng Yin’s growth.

Xie Weiming’s face twisted, and he sighed. “What should we do? How about calling your master over?”

Ning Shu shook her head. She couldn’t call the old man. If she did, what would happen to all the children in the Daoist Temple?

Xie Yiyuan drew close to Ning Shu’s side and asked, “What were you doing just now? There was wind, and I also felt a chill, just like special effects.”

Ning Shu: →_→

“Your worst luck in this life was to be born with that stupid mouth.” If it wasn’t for being so flirtatious with Song Ruoxi, you wouldn’t fr*cking become Feng Yin’s target.

He made Song Ruoxi unable to stand him and got corpse oil on his body.

“Isn’t it too much to take in at once?” said Xie Yiyuan. The wound on his face was better than before. Ning Shu could see what kind of face Xie Yiyuan had.

He was quite handsome. Of course, compared to Feng Yin, he was a far cry. There was a kind of yuppie temperament.

Ning Shu pursed her lips. Someday, she’d take him to see some ghosts so that his view of the world could be completely shattered.

Xie Weiming gave the female supervisor nearly two months’ paid leave to recuperate.

After doing these things, when it was time to eat, Ning Shu ate three bowls of white rice, leaving Xie Yiyuan somewhat speechless. “Is that how poor your Daoist Temple is?”

It was like she hadn’t eaten in eight lifetimes.

Ning Shu found Xie Yiyuan extraordinarily unpleasant and said, “There are more than ten children in the Daoist Temple, all of them orphans. It’s just like an orphanage. To rely on my master to read Feng Shui, exorcise ghosts, and tell fortunes, is it possible to become rich?”

Xie Yiyuan noticed that Ning Shu was angry, so he raised his hands and said, “I’m just saying. Don’t get angry. One day, I’ll raise some money for your Daoist temple, which could be regarded as repaying your kindness for saving my life.”

“Haha, thank you so much,” said Ning Shu indifferently.

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