I am a big boss in metaphysics, what’s wrong with making 50 billion? . Shen Anran looked at everything around him blankly, and suddenly took two steps back in panic.

"I...what's wrong with me?"

When she saw the white-haired old man standing in front of her, her eyes were filled with fear. She covered her face and shrank hard: "Don't come over, don't come over. I can't help you with anything. Don't come to me!"

The white-haired old man knew exactly what happened to her and laughed loudly: "Don't be afraid, I am a living person."

Hearing the word "living person", Shen Anran tentatively peeked at him through her fingers, blinked several times to confirm, and then slowly lowered the hand covering her face.

"You...who are you?"

"An Ran, don't be rude!" Shen Changming strode forward, pulled his daughter to his side, and then saluted the white-haired old man: "Master, forgive me, my daughter has never seen much of the world and doesn't know the rules."

Without the pressure of the white-haired old man, Shen Changming and Wang Fangping both stood up and smiled solemnly.

"It's okay." The white-haired old man seemed to admire Shen Anran, and waved to her, gesturing for her to come to him.

Shen Anran looked at the white-haired old man, and then at Shen Changming. Shen Changming pushed her, and then she stepped forward and stood in front of the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man looked her up and down, nodded with satisfaction, and then said with a kind smile: "I have a destiny with you. If you are willing, you can stay here from today on and study the techniques with me."

"Spell?" Shen Anran was puzzled.

The white-haired old man patiently explained to her: "The reason why you see evil spirits is because someone used a spell on you."

Shen Anran suddenly realized, her eyes widened and she asked: "So Qin Jiao knows magic!"

The white-haired old man calmly narrowed his eyes, and then asked her: "Are you sure she used a spell on you?"

Shen Anran nodded vigorously: "Only Qin Jiao was the closest to me at that time. When I saw her raise her hand and touch it in front of my eyes, I could see the ghost bride, yes! It must be her!"

She was very sure that Qin Jiao had done something to her, but how could Qin Jiao be so capable?

Shen Anran asked her father for confirmation in confusion: "Dad, Qin Jiao has learned magic?"

Shen Changming looked at Wang Fangping with some uncertainty: "No?"

Wang Fangping gave a positive answer: "No, she definitely hasn't learned it. I know very well what she learns every day."

"What's going on?" Shen Anran murmured, recalling the scene in the haunted house, and she confirmed again: "It's her! It must be Qin Jiao who did it!"

Shen Changming and his wife looked at each other. When did their daughter, who they raised by themselves, learn magic?

The white-haired old man couldn't tell, but adhering to the principle that he would rather kill by mistake than miss, he still followed Shen Anran's words.

"Perhaps she has guidance from an expert, don't be afraid, as long as you worship me as your teacher, I will seek justice for you in this matter."

"Become your disciple?" Shen Anran hesitated in her heart. The ancient term "becoming a disciple" gave her the illusion of time travel. Who is this old man? She is the daughter of the Shen Group, why should she accept a bad old man as her disciple? ?

The white-haired old man saw through her at a glance: "You don't want to?"

Shen Anran remained silent and did not respond.

The white-haired old man sighed, he is a good container, but he is a stupid one.

Shen Changming secretly scolded Shen Anran for being stupid, and hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over, pulling Shen Anran to persuade her with sincere words: "Anran, the master is willing to accept you as his disciple. This is a great honor for our Shen family. Why are you still standing there? Why don't you kneel down and salute? !"

Perhaps this is because they have already knelt down. In this era, kneeling down suddenly becomes less unacceptable.

Shen Changming tried to push her down, but Shen Anran broke free.

"Dad, why are you like this!"

How could she be willing to kowtow to others after accepting the role of a delicate and rich daughter? What's more, the white-haired old man in front of her had an unknown origin. She didn't even know what he was capable of, so why should she kneel down to him? And what's more? Why do you consider him your teacher?

Shen Changming tugged Shen Anran's arm and smiled apologetically at the white-haired old man: "Master, my little girl is not sensible, so don't argue with her."

The white-haired old man showed unprecedented patience. After saying it was okay, he took out a talisman from his arms. After reciting a few words, the talisman burned out of thin air and turned into ashes.

Shen Changming and others were shocked.

So is Shen Anran!

Only then did she react and asked urgently: "You just said that as long as I worship you as my teacher, you will seek justice for me?"

"Natural."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I want Qin Jiao to die without a burial place, can you help me?"

The white-haired old man frowned: "Little girl, you are too murderous!" Shen Changming and Wang Fangping immediately realized that their daughter had said something wrong, and were about to make amends when they heard the white-haired old man change his subject: "But I am a virtuous person. This is how a disciple should be!"

The white-haired old man laughed loudly after saying this, and seemed to be more satisfied with Shen Anran.

Shen Changming and Wang Fangping breathed a sigh of relief.

The white-haired old man looked at Shen Anran and nodded, giving her the answer she wanted: "If you worship me as your teacher, I will definitely help you achieve your wish."

Shen Anran didn't think carefully about why the white-haired old man insisted on her becoming a disciple. He was a master and had countless disciples. What did he see in her?

Talented? How can someone as stupid as Shen Anran be so smart?

Shen Changming and Wang Fangping didn't think much about it. They were stunned by the sudden pie. They just thought that after Shen Anran became a disciple, they would have a strong backer and the Shen family would be able to turn around!

The white-haired old man had finally reached Shen Anran's heart. Shen Anran no longer hesitated and knelt on the ground with a plop.

After she knelt down, she didn't know what to do. At this time, the middle-aged man in robe who had been waiting beside him knelt down to the white-haired old man, put his hands on the ground and shouted piously: "Master is here, please bow to me as a disciple!"

Shen Anran understood clearly that this was a demonstration for her, and she shouted in the same way: "Master, please accept my disciple's bow!"

The white-haired old man laughed loudly and reached out to help Shen Anran. The middle-aged man in robe stepped aside again and fulfilled his role as a tool man.

Shen Anran smiled at the white-haired old man and said, "Master, can you tell me now how you plan to help your apprentice?"

The white-haired old man said calmly: "Don't worry, I will ask you a few questions first, and you should answer them truthfully."

Shen Anran was a little unhappy when she heard this, thinking that the old man would stop doing things after recognizing his apprentice, right? But she also saw that the old man was capable and did not dare to make a mistake in front of him.

"Master, you ask."

"Did the woman you named Qin Jiao help the police crack the case in the mental hospital?"

Shen Anran blinked and looked at her parents blankly.

Is there any?

Shen Changming didn't know, but Wang Fangping responded immediately and affirmatively: "Yes, she was the one responsible for that case."

"Are you sure?" The white-haired old man looked at Wang Fangping: "Why didn't the police publicly commend her?"

Wang Fangping said casually: "Then I'm not sure. Maybe she did something bad and didn't want others to find out."
Chapter completed!