Chapter 18
Miss Shen is Actually A Bigshot in Witchcraft
This group of people had really been deceived by Master Bei Chen. Even a mere dance was praised to this extent.
Shen Chun rolled her eyes, but she couldnât help but be curious. âHow much does each ritual cost?â
âI heard from Mr. Zhao last time that each ritual costs seven million yuan. Itâs a little expensive, but Master Bei Chen is worth this price! In the future, if any evil spirits cause trouble in my family, Iâll definitely hire Master Bei Chen.â
Shen Chunâs eyes widened.
Seven million yuan! This was only the price of one ritual. Two rituals would cost fourteen million yuan. This amount of money was enough for Shen Chi to stay in the hospital for ten years.
This swindler earned quite a lot of money. No wonder he gave himself such a grand entrance.
On the other side, Master Bei Chen raised the Seven Star Coin Sword and pointed it at the sky. Then, he took a sip of rice wine and sprayed it on the sword.
âGods, listen to my orders. Eliminate evil and bring peace to the world!â
Then, Master Bei Chen wriggled crazily. His movements didnât change at all. He looked like a mentally unstable gorilla.
Shen Chun couldnât stand it anymore. Although Liu Mangshanâs disciples liked to toy with her, they had morals and would definitely not do such a thing.
She was called Grandmaster by Liu Mangshanâs people, so she naturally couldnât sit back and watch Master Bei Chen ruin their reputation.
âMaster! No matter what, you have to put on a more realistic performance. Canât you learn a few more dance moves? You keep repeating the same moves. I think the evil spirits werenât exorcised away by you, but left on their own because they were disgusted by you!â
As soon as she said this, everyone was stunned. Even Master Bei Chen stopped what he was doing.
He put away the copper coin sword and stared at Shen Chun with a sinister gaze as he said, âLittle girl, you canât spout nonsense. Be careful, or youâll get retaliation from god.â
âWhere is the so-called god youâre talking about? The god you invited to dance here?â Shen Chun wasnât afraid at all. She even walked forward and lifted the yellow cloth on the table.
âEven if you want to lie, you have to do more homework. Which god did you hire? You just danced an unknown dance, but you claim you can exorcise evil spirits? Your scam is really low-level.â
Master Bei Chen felt a little guilty after being exposed, but he quickly composed himself.
âLittle girl, there are many ways to invite a god. How do you know that my method is wrong? Besides, everyone knows that I saved the bossâ wife. How dare you say that Iâm a liar?â
The surrounding people originally felt that Shen Chunâs words made sense, but when they heard Master Bei Chenâs words, they began to criticize Shen Chun.
âThatâs right. You really donât know your place! You actually dare to doubt the master?!â
âIf this had happened in the last century, you would have been beaten to death! Hurry up and get out, lest you ruin the masterâs ritual.â
Zhao Chenâs expression was also ugly. He was afraid that the method would fail, so he quickly called for his follower to chase Shen Chun out.
Master Bei Chen said aloofly, âZhao Chen, once the ritual begins, we canât interrupt it. Since this woman suddenly appeared and interrupted the ritual, donât blame me for not being able to save your wife.â
âYou!â Zhao Chen glared at Shen Chun fiercely.
âLock this person in the storeroom at the back. You better pray that my wife is fine. If anything happens to her, Iâll let you die with her.â
Shen Chun dodged a few waiters nimbly. Then, she flipped her fingers, took out a yellow talisman, and threw it at the table.
With a loud bang, everyone saw a bolt of lightning appear in the sky and strike the table. The table instantly shattered, and the things on it turned charred black.
âWatch carefully! This is true capability!â Shen Chun sneered. âIf you let him continue to dance, thatâll really harm the bossâ wife!â
Everyone was stunned by Shen Chunâs move. They looked up at the sky and then at Shen Chun. Thatâs right. It was indeed broad daylight.
The old man who was talking to Shen Chun at first pinched his arm. The pain made him scream.
âItâs true.â
âThis is a true god. Then, how did he do it just now?!â
Zhao Chen had a complicated expression. He coughed and asked in a softer tone, âThen how did he do it?â
âItâs because of the pottery figurine you placed on the shelf!â