I set up a shelter organization

Chapter 219 This is bad luck, I am haunted by the devil

Wu was sitting in his fortune-telling shop as usual.

There aren't many customers coming to his place, only one or two a day.

For him, this frequency is just right.

He won't have nothing to do all day, nor will he feel bored because there are too many people.

He received a message asking him to wait in the store in the afternoon and someone would come and take him to a place.

The witch was very happy, he had taken the bait.

He waved his hand, and the crow standing on the bird stand beside him immediately flew over and landed on his hand.

The crow tilted its head and looked at him: "What's the matter?"

"We're going to a place soon, so please help me put these things away."

Wu pointed at the items on the shelves in the store, which were filled with all kinds of strange and bizarre items, some of which exuded an ominous aura.

The crow flew up and flapped its wings, then flew to the shelf without complaint. With a flap of its wings, the items on the shelf were put into its space.

The crow landed on the wooden table again and placed its long, thin claws on the soft pillow. "This?"

Wu went over and picked up the crystal ball: "Put it away too."

The crow put away the soft pillow.

After finishing, it flew back to its bird stand.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door and a guest came.

The crow flapped its wings habitually and said welcome.

This is what it often saw people in the shops across the street say. It found it amusing, so it learned it and would say it every time someone came in.

Mike was startled. He took a closer look and found a crow on the bird stand. Huh? Can crows talk?

However, when he thought that this bird had a high IQ and might be able to imitate human speech, he was not so afraid anymore.

What scares him more than animals is humans.

Mike has always been an introvert. In this society, introversion seems to be a bad character. He is not cheerful enough, which means he is unpopular, unsociable, and has few friends.

Some people who like to bully others like people with his personality the most.

Mike is lucky. Although he seems like an invisible person in the class, no one bullies him.

The reason why he came to this fortune-telling shop today was because he heard from the female classmates in the class that this fortune-telling shop was very effective and the owner was a handsome man.

Mike heard the previous sentence, a very accurate fortune teller.

Mike thought about his family and somehow came here after class.

Mike saw a person wearing a very retro and mysterious wizard-like costume with his back to him. It seemed that this person was the fortune teller of this store.

"Well, I want to do divination."

Mike spoke in a low voice.

Wu tilted his head slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "The guests have arrived at the perfect time. I will be leaving soon. It seems this is also the choice of fate."

"please."

Wu walked behind the wooden table and sat on the chair.

Mike realized belatedly that the fortune teller had just had to go out for something and his arrival disrupted his schedule.

He felt a little ashamed, but out of concern for his family, he sat opposite the fortune teller.

"I want to tell you something about my family."

Wu held a red crystal ball and looked at Mike, a very introverted and reserved boy, probably only seventeen years old, with short curly brown hair.

He has a pretty appearance that's not too outstanding.

He is neither tall nor short, and there is nothing special about him.

But his eyes are clear.

"What should I do?"

This was Mike's first time in a fortune-telling shop like this.

The process of divination is not very clear.

The witch could see a strong and strange aura coming from this person. Where did it come from? Since he wanted to divine his family, then...

"Has your family been behaving strangely lately?"

Mike raised his eyes in surprise, as if he didn't expect that the other party could even guess this. He began to look forward to it.

Maybe this fortune teller can really solve his problem.

"Yes." Mike spoke out his worries with a headache: "Recently, my mother has been acting a little strange. She used to be non-religious, but since she joined a sect, she has become superstitious."

Mike finished speaking and glanced at the fortune teller: "Ah, of course, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with this. People are free to believe."

"But recently, her spirits have become less favorable and she has lost a lot of weight. She keeps saying that her prayers have been answered by the gods, saying that the gods will bless us."

"I also enshrine a statue of the god at home."

"One night, when I got up to drink some water, I passed by the statue and saw it moving. It gave me a bad feeling."

Mike tried his best to describe his feelings, but he was not good at communication. In the end, after stammering for a while, he still couldn't express his feelings.

Wu already knew what was going on.

His mother should have also joined the Eternal Kingdom organization and become a believer.

Surprisingly, there are quite a lot of weird things in this organization, and they are not mass-produced.

Although their levels are not high, most of them are at the vengeful spirit level or the wandering soul level, and only a few are at the green-faced level, such as the believers that Fei Niao A dealt with last time. The weirdness on them is at the green-faced level.

Being able to utilize so many weird things and also control them to a certain extent.

This organization is not simple.

Mike was a little annoyed: "Maybe what I said was not good, you may think I am worrying too much, but..."

The witch interrupted him: "Guest, I see a mist on you."

fog?

Mike was confused. He looked down at himself. Where was the fog?

"Misfortune is upon you."

Mike suddenly raised his head and looked at the fortune teller, and seemed to see a trace of pity in the fortune teller's eyes.

"Misfortune? What misfortune?" he asked hurriedly.

Wu held out his hand, the crystal ball in his palm. "What do you see?"

Mike leaned forward slightly and looked into the crystal ball. In the smooth reflection of the crystal ball, he saw himself.

He was enveloped in a circle of black, twisted, and swirling fog. There seemed to be many distorted faces in the fog that could not be seen clearly. They were roaring and wailing in the fog, constantly trying to attack him.

Mike's eyes widened.

His hands began to tremble, and he touched his body violently, but there was nothing.

He didn't see the fog or the scary faces.

Only in the crystal ball could he see these scenes that he could not see before. "Is this my bad luck? Mr. Fortune Teller, am I being haunted by the devil?"