Yan Huai

Cui Yu's mother asked in confusion, "Classmate?"

That was probably a child around Cui Yu's age. How could she have such an ability?

"Yes, she accurately told us about Cousin's birthday and also about Cousin's calamity." Cui Yu frowned. "Cousin's birthday isn't on this day, and your matter was also carried out secretly…"

Cui Yu's mother was the daughter of the Yan family of Baicheng. The Yan family had been in business for many years, so they were more or less wary of witchcraft.

This was especially true for some of the heads of the family. The exact time of their birthday was strictly kept a secret. They also told outsiders a fabricated date.

Unless it was someone from the Yan family, ordinary people would not know these secrets.

After Yan Huai's accident, the Yan family believed in witchcraft even more.

After the medicine was ineffective, the Yan family invited all kinds of metaphysical masters. There were Celestial Masters in Daoist robes who wrote talismans, Feng Shui masters who held compasses and paper figurines as substitutes, spiritual mediums who claimed to be possessed by fox demons, and witches in black cloaks.

All of them looked very professional. They were burning paper at home or walking around the house with amethysts in their hands, chanting strange incantations, but Yan Huai's body did not improve.

This master seemed to be different this time. She had the ability to tell that something was wrong with his birthday at such a young age. Such a person might really have a way to treat Yan Huai.

"If there's a chance, let's see if we can invite this master iver." Cui Yu's mother instructed.

Cui Yu nodded and returned to the classroom. As he listened to the teacher's lecture, he secretly glanced at Qi Ying.

Qi Ying did not look like anything special. Other than being overly beautiful and having a pair of beautiful cat eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, she did not seem to be any different from his classmates. How could she be a figure like a metaphysical master?

Just as he was confused, a note was handed over. There was a string of WeChat numbers and a line of beautiful handwriting.

[If you have something to ask me, message me on WeChat. Don't keep looking at me.]

Cui Yu took out his phone and added Qi Ying on WeChat.

[You're right. My mother was sick last year, but how did you know? And how did you know about my cousin?]

[Everything has a spirit. I'm communicating with your spirit medium.]

Spirit medium?

Cui Yu had heard his family's witch talk about this thing. It seemed to be something like a ghost. A capable witch could manipulate her own spirit medium to communicate with other spirit mediums.

Although the witch's divination was very accurate, she was not skilled in other aspects, so she was helpless against Yan Huai's illness.

[Then can you communicate with my spirit medium? Can you know when I'll get rich?]

The other party sent an ellipsis.

[Just kidding. I might need your help. You don't mind, do you? It's about the man you said was in trouble.]

This time, Cui Yu waited for a long time before the other party replied with a [Okay].

At this time, the first period had ended. Cui Yu was about to say something to Qi Ying, but Qi Ying seemed to be staring at something in a daze, her beautiful cat eyes staring unblinkingly at the classroom door.

"Boss, what are you looking at?"

After knowing Qi Ying's heaven-defying ability, Cui Yu's greeting became more polite. This big shot might be the only person who could resolve the Yan family's crisis now.

Before Qi Ying could answer him, a few girls stood at the door and looked around the classroom as if they were looking for something. After searching for a long time without any results, they asked loudly, "Where's the transfer student from your class today?"

"I heard she's from the village. Why didn't I see her?" Another girl walked in and asked Cui Yu.

The Cui family was considered a famous family in Baicheng. These girls were all young ladies from aristocratic families in Baicheng. They had grown up together.

"What village? Don't talk nonsense." Cui Yu subconsciously looked at Qi Ying.

Qi Ying's expression did not change. She only glanced at their faces and lowered her head to do her own thing.

"Cui Yu, could it be her?" Lin Tao, the girl who had just walked in, whispered.

Cui Yu nodded.

Lin Tao looked at Qi Ying and frowned. This girl did not look like a country bumpkin. Could Zhang Ning be lying to them?