Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 219 The Conman 19

"Now, either eat your food or I'll throw you out."

Under Ling Yi's warning, the great demon, who did not need to eat, obediently swept up all the food on the table and flapped its wings to do diligent housework.

Ling Yunzi: "...Does he particularly like this form?"

Why not use a human form? Is it because you don't like it?

Ling Yi: "...Maybe."

Perhaps she forced him to work in this form last night and forgot to unleash it today, and this bird with a brain the size of a walnut faithfully carried out her orders.

"Then you..." Just as Ling Yunzi said this, a pair of expectant eyes suddenly appeared in the kitchen.

They really do have sharp ears and eyes...

“Master, didn’t you have an appointment with a client today?” Ling Yi pointed to the antique clock on the wall and reminded Ling Yunzi, “You’re going to be late.”

Ling Yunzi sighed, "My disciple has grown up and can't be kept here any longer."

Fine, fine, he can't just ignore it, can't he?

After sending her master away, Ling Yi, accompanied by her nanny bird, devoured the fantastical knowledge of this world with the ferocity of a whale.

Moreover, she discovered that some unscientific things are actually quite easy to deconstruct using scientific methods.

For example, water and fire talismans use certain lines to move trace molecules in the air, thereby creating energy field fluctuations and producing obvious effects.

Comparing the two lines, Ling Yi sketched and drew mysterious lines on the yellow paper.

After the whole thing was done in one go, specks of dust first appeared in the air, and then... it turned into a sandstorm, swirling around the living room.

Ling Yi: "..."

Ling Yi: "..."

Help!

She pinched the bird's wing: "Please save it!"

Demolishing the house on the very first day at the master's house is a bit too much.

Wu Jin's golden bird-like eyes arrogantly glanced at Ling Yi. He told him to shut up when he didn't need him, and to do the work when he did. What kind of world is this…?

"Boom."

The warmth from the bird's head momentarily stopped his brain from working.

Without a second thought, the swirling sandstorm abruptly stopped, then settled rhythmically, forming a small mound of earth in the room.

Wu Jin flapped his wings and looked proudly at Ling Yi.

Can you see how powerful he is?

Give him another kiss, and he'll help her get rid of the sand.

Unfortunately, Ling Yi couldn't understand a bird's heart, thinking that was all he could do.

Looking at the small mound of earth, she felt a surge of urge: "Wait until I draw the talisman, can you help me clean up the mess?"

Why does this talisman look so much like a program running?

As long as you enter a string of code, you can get the desired result, so there seems to be no difference?

Ling Yi felt that at this moment, she had countless good ideas in her mind, just waiting to be realized!

So, for the entire afternoon, Wu Jin had the good fortune to see a running wooden figure, a singing sand demon, and water of strange colors.

It was as if Ling Yi had unlocked her full potential, drawing many talismans that even seasoned veterans who had studied them for a long time had never invented.

Perhaps... it's an unnecessary talisman.

Watching the little wooden figure frantically gnawing on the sand, Wu Jin flapped his wings, turning it into dry wood, which he piled up next to Ling Yunzi's unused fireplace as decoration.

The talisman was created by using only a tiny bit of magical power to manipulate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so Ling Yi played with it for most of the day without feeling any discomfort.

If it weren't for an unusual phone call, Ling Yi might have been able to play until Ling Yunzi went home, and then be chased for two blocks with her whisk.

"Master, I have a friend who has been suffering from insomnia lately for some reason." The person on the other end of the phone was Lele's owner.

"Even when I do manage to sleep, I dream about being beaten by my parents." She looked at her friend beside her, whose eyes were dark but whose complexion was radiant, and whispered this strange thing to Ling Yi.

Ling Yi frowned: "Haven't you been to the hospital?"

Lele's owner clearly hadn't expected Ling Yi, who was into metaphysics, to ask such a scientific question. After a moment of silence, she said, "I went to the hospital, took sleeping pills, and fell asleep before I dreamed that my parents were beating me."

"She meant to have a master take a look, and regardless of whether it works or not, she wanted to give him 100,000 for travel expenses!"

Ling Yi paused slightly as she stroked the little bird. The person on the other end of the phone continued to use his financial power: "If the master finds out the cause, add 200,000. If he solves it, add another 500,000."

One, two, eight...

After Ling Yi used her ingenious core to derive the number 800,000, she spoke gently, "Give me the address, I'll definitely be there today!"

……

"Grandmaster!"

Two hours later, Ling Yi appeared in the familiar villa area, but inside an unfamiliar villa.

This villa is larger and more upscale than Lele's home, and the decor is more subdued, suggesting it's for an older person.

But the owner of this room looks as young as someone in their twenties.

Her skin was smooth and delicate, her complexion was rosy and radiant, she had a calm demeanor, and her figure was curvaceous. She was a rare woman who stood out from the crowd in both temperament and appearance.

Apart from the dark bluish-black tinge at the moment, it seems to have no flaws.

Looking at this perfect woman, Ke Lingyi slowly frowned: "Madam, how old are you this year?"

The lady was taken aback, clearly not expecting Ling Yi to ask such an offensive question right off the bat.

But remembering the miraculous words spoken by his family friend's niece, he had no choice but to suppress his displeasure and answer, "Fifty-three."

As she said this, there was a hint of pride in her expression.

Time is the fairest thing in the world. No matter how rich you are or how poor you are, it will pass by you mercilessly without giving you a second glance.

She has friends who take good care of themselves, but they all look much worse than her. She truly stays young forever.

"hiss……"

As she thought of this, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head.

Ling Yi looked at her back with a strange expression. The lady pressed the back of her head somewhat embarrassedly: "It must be because I haven't been sleeping well. I've been feeling a bit of pain in the back of my head these past few days."

"Zheng Jia, you idiot!"

Behind her, an old woman who looked similar to her glared and slapped her hard across the back of the head, but missed.

As a spirit, she already had few opportunities to touch the real world, and these past few days, having exhausted herself trying to appear in her daughter's dreams, she had become even weaker.

I could only slap this stupid child on the back of the head every few days, which almost drove her crazy.

“I think you might not have neuralgia.” Ling Yi’s gaze swept over the shawl on Zheng Jia’s shoulders as she spoke meaningfully.

This villa has long been equipped with an extremely expensive temperature control system to ensure that the owner is always in the most comfortable temperature.

Despite the temperature, Zheng Jia's shawl seemed to be afraid of the cold and never left her body.

Yeah, if there's a ghost perched on your shoulder every day, radiating gloom, how can you not feel cold?