Chapter 4: After Abandoning the Unruly Villain 4: Master, I Need Your Protection...

Facts have proved that Fu Wei's words were not alarmist.

Zhao Nan became more and more haggard day by day, and his whole body was visibly declining. His eyes were dull, his lips were pale, his face turned bluish-gray, he had lost a lot of weight, and he lay on the table in a daze.

On Friday evening after school, Zhao Nan grabbed Feng Lingwu, who was about to leave. He lowered his head and said weakly, "Feng Lingwu, can you help me? Please."

Feng Lingwu was overjoyed when he heard this. He immediately sat down and asked, "Do you agree?"

Zhao Nan nodded.

Feng Lingwu was delighted, but considering that he had just been rejected once before, he pretended to be reserved and said, "Let me tell you, that ghost is very powerful. It can't do it without me. Wouldn't it be better if you did this earlier? You have to make yourself like this, really."

Zhao Nan looked at him dimly and added, "But I don't believe you. If the man in white clothes comes last time, I'll only believe him."

Feng Lingwu: “…”

Feng Lingwu: "No, you better understand, I am your deskmate! Why don't you look for me or him?"

Zhao Nan calmly said, "It's because I understand you that I know you're unreliable."

Feng Lingwu's competitive spirit was aroused, and he said arrogantly, "How am I unreliable? Do you know who I am to him? I am his master..."

"Who of mine?" Fu Wei, who had run out of the painting at some point, was leaning lazily against the window, with her arms folded across her chest, looking at him with a smile.

Feng Lingwu's tongue almost got tied, and he immediately said in a servile manner, "I am his most loyal servant!" Then he ran to Fu Wei, grabbed Fu Wei's sleeve, and called out sweetly, "Master."

Fu Wei: "Be good——"

Zhao Nan: “…” Regardless of whether this person is real or fake, being able to subdue Feng Lingwu, such a reckless guy, is already a great skill.

Zhao Nan walked over, as if she had found her backbone, tears streaming down her face as she said, "Brother Shenxian, I was wrong that day."

"I promised to give you the necklace. Can you help me? I really can't stand it anymore. I see that ghost girl in a red dress every night, wandering around my bed. Even in my dreams, I hear her crying."

"I really can't stand it anymore."

"Brother Shenxian, please help me, okay? I will agree to anything you ask."

Fu Wei pushed Feng Lingwu away, walked to Zhao Nan, rubbed his head, and comforted him softly: "Be good, don't cry, I will help you, so don't be afraid, I won't let him hurt you again, you will be fine."

Fu Wei has a natural affinity, and the words he says are like a magic needle that can calm people's anxious hearts in an instant.

Zhao Nan choked up: "Really?"

Fu Wei nodded affirmatively: "Of course."

The fears and grievances he had felt for many days were difficult to express, and his suppressed emotions were all released because of Fu Wei's gentle comfort, and Zhao Nan threw himself into Fu Wei's arms.

Zhao Nan cried and said, "Thank you, Brother Shenxian, wuwu, I'm so lucky to have you."

Fu Wei patted Zhao Nan's back and let him hold her: "Well, I'm here, good boy, don't be afraid."

What a touching picture.

Looking at Zhao Nan who was getting more and more demanding, Feng Lingwu felt so angry that his teeth were itching. Who the hell was he? How dare he hug Fu Wei like this!

Don’t you know that Fu Wei is your own person?

And Fu Wei, she's just a crybaby. They've only met twice, so why should he comfort her and hold her in his arms? Why was he so kind when he first met me?

Feng Lingwu said coldly: "Have you hugged enough?"

Zhao Nan was confused: "Huh?"

Feng Lingwu's brows twitched. He pulled Zhao Nan out of Fu Wei's arms, placed him between the two of them, and said with a smile, "Are you planning to drown the evil spirit with your tears? Or are you planning to drown us with your tears?"

Zhao Nan immediately held back his anger when he heard this, and became even more pitiful: "I'm... I'm sorry..."

Feng Lingwu: "Holding back your tears is the greatest help to me."

Fu Wei frowned: "Little Lingwu, don't bully others."

Feng Lingwu snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Fu Wei shook his head helplessly and said to Zhao Nan, "Tell me about the evil ghost first. What's going on?"

Zhao Nan was actually a little confused himself and shook his head: "I don't know either. It's probably because I started having nightmares more frequently some time ago. I thought I just didn't get enough rest, so I didn't take it seriously."

"But recently, I keep seeing an evil ghost in my room. She's wearing a red dress, with disheveled hair and covered in blood. I see her crawling on the ground. Her hair is so long, and she keeps crying and crying, saying she's still in pain."

"Even my dreams are filled with her."

"You think she wants to kill me? But I haven't offended her, and I don't know her."

Fu Wei thought for a moment and asked, "Has anyone in your family died in the past few years?"

Zhao Nan's eyes were red and bleeding, and his fists were clenched tightly. "Yes, a few years ago, my mother was in a car accident and her legs were disabled. She has been in a wheelchair ever since. Later, because the wheelchair parts were loose, she accidentally fell down the stairs. She was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, but she didn't survive."

To become a fierce ghost, one must have great resentment or an obsession that is deep in one's bones.

If resentment is not eliminated and obsession is not removed, it will be difficult to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Fu Wei: "If that's the case, your mother doesn't seem to have the qualifications to become an evil spirit."

Because it was just an accident.

According to Zhao Nan, the red-clothed ghost is no longer an ordinary ghost, but a real ghost that will never stop fighting until death.

Zhao Nan is a junior high school student. He has no evil karma and is clean and innocent.

How could it be related to evil spirits?

Zhao Nan: "So what's going on?"

Fu Weikuan: "I'm not sure about the details. I need to go and take a closer look."

Zhao Nan: "Go and see specifically?"

"Well." Fu Wei said, "If it's convenient, we might stay at your house tonight."

Zhao Nan was eager to have someone accompany him and nodded: "Sure, sure, I'm the only one at home now. You can stay at my house for as long as you want."

Fu Wei: "Okay."

…

Zhao Nan's home is very big, it's a small villa, and there is a peach tree planted in the yard. It is the flowering season now, and the fallen petals are colorful, which is very beautiful. As for the inside of the villa, although the decoration is a bit shabby, some carefully designed little ideas can be seen everywhere, which shows how attentive its owner is.

"We haven't had guests at home for a while, so even though we have many rooms, we only have these two available." Zhao Nan opened the door to his own room and said, "My parents' room isn't very convenient for you to stay in, so you can stay in my room for now. The sheets and bedding are all new, and the bed is big enough for both of you. If you need anything, just let me know."

Fu Wei: "Thank you, it's nice here."

Zhao Nan breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't know what the evil ghost is, so I can only trouble you to help investigate. You can go wherever you want, there are no taboos. If you have nothing else to do, I will go to cook."

Fu Wei: "Okay, thank you for your help."

Zhao Nan smiled shyly and scratched his head: "It's not a bother, I should thank you."

Zhao Nan went to cook.

Fu Wei walked around the villa and took a general look at the layout of the house.

The owner of this house should have asked someone to do feng shui before building the house, so both the location and the layout are excellent.

Logically speaking, such good feng shui should not give rise to evil spirits.

Fu Wei returned to Zhao Nan's room, looked around, and her eyes fell on the bookshelf.

Qi Men Dun Jia, Zhou Yi House Classic.

A wide variety.

Zhao Nan, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid, likes to study these things?

Feng Lingwu also took a look and said, "Maybe he was scared by the ghost and didn't dare to tell anyone, so he just guessed it himself?"

"Maybe." Fu Wei put the book back. Just when he was about to go out for a walk, a photo frame fell from the cabinet.

Fu Wei narrowed his eyes and looked towards the corner of the wall. There was no light there, so it was pitch black.

There's something strange.

Feng Lingwu picked up the photo frame and showed it to Fu Fuwei.

It's a family photo.

The man was handsome in a suit and tie, the woman was wearing a dazzling red dress, and standing in the middle was...

Feng Lingwu: "Are these Zhao Nan's parents? Zhao Nan looked very young at that time, only seven or eight years old."

Fu Wei touched the photo frame, which was very clean, without a trace of dust. He said thoughtfully, "The dead hostess, the evil ghost in a red dress, Xiao Lingwu, don't you think it's a bit suspicious?"

Feng Lingwu also nodded: "Could it be that Zhao Nan's mother is the evil ghost? But Zhao Nan's mother's death was an accident."

Fu Wei put the photo frame back and looked at Zhao Nan who was busy in the kitchen with a hint of interest in her eyes.

"Who knows?" Fu Wei said softly, "But since it's related to the hostess, let's go to their house and take a look."

Feng Lingwu nodded: "Okay."

The two of them came to Zhao Nan's parents' room again, and when they opened the door, a huge wedding photo came into view. They saw the man who was dressed in a suit and looked elegant just now, now in this room, holding the hand of another woman, wearing a wedding dress and smiling.

Two women.

Which one is Zhao Nan's mother?

Feng Lingwu took a closer look and exclaimed, "What's going on?"

Fu Wei didn't say anything, but looked at the furnishings in the room: the gorgeous crystal chandelier, the fragile antique vases, the transparent glass cabinets filled with dazzling jewelry, and the cloakroom not far away, which was full of shoes and bags.

The decoration here is extremely luxurious and extravagant, which is completely different from the calm and majestic decoration style outside.

Fu Wei said: "This is not Zhao Nan's mother, she is too young."

Feng Lingwu asked, "What about the woman in red?"

Fu Wei said, "I'm not sure, but she and Zhao Nan have similar eyebrows and eyes."

If Fu Wei said this, then it is nine out of ten times true.

Feng Lingwu immediately imagined a ridiculous plot. He asked, "Do you think that after Zhao Nan's mother died, she watched her husband marry someone else, and she felt resentful and turned into a ghost because of resentment?"

Fu Wei asked back, "If that's the case, why did the female ghost attack Zhao Nan? Shouldn't she go after Zhao Nan's father?"

Feng Lingwu: "Because Zhao Nan also likes this new mother so much that he has forgotten his biological mother?"

"Be careful with your words." Fu Wei frowned and tapped Feng Lingwu on the head. "Don't talk nonsense, little kid."

Feng Lingwu covered his head and curled his lips: "Okay."

Just then, Zhao Nan had finished cooking and came over to call them to eat. Seeing them looking at their wedding photos, his expression changed slightly, and he seemed a little embarrassed to ask, "Is there something wrong with this wedding photo?"

Fu Wei asked gently, "Is the person in this painting your stepmother?"

Zhao Nan grabbed her wrinkled apron and mumbled, "Well, my stepmother."

Fu Wei pointed to the family photo on the table again.

This family photo is completely different from the one in Zhao Nan's room, because the person next to the man has changed from Zhao Nan's mother to Zhao Nan's stepmother, and the person being hugged has also become a giggling baby.

Fu Wei touched the photo frame. It had some scratches and was a little dirty. "Is this your brother?"

Zhao Nan's face turned pale: "Yes."

Fu Wei: "How old are you?"

Zhao Nan: “Three years old.”

Fu Wei commented: "Very cute, you all should like him, right?"

Zhao Nan nodded dryly, obviously nervous. "My parents like him very much and love him very much. Of course... I like him very much too."

Fu Wei asked, "How does your stepmother treat you?"

Zhao Nan forced a smile: "It's great, my parents are very good to me."

Liar.

If it was really good, why would they leave a 15 or 16-year-old boy in this house where someone had died? If it was really good, when something happened, why didn't Zhao Nan ask his father for help, but instead asked them?

However, Fu Wei did not expose it, because everyone has their own secrets and past that they don't want to talk about.

"That's good." Fu Wei took out a candy from her pocket and said like coaxing a child, "Don't let yourself get wronged. You can tell me anything and I will help you, so don't be afraid."

Zhao Nan's body stiffened, his eyes reddened, his nose felt sore, and he stared blankly at the candy: "I... I understand, thank you..."

Fu Wei said: "Be good——"

After dinner, Feng Lingwu lay on the bed, while Fu Wei sat on a chair and drank tea slowly.

Feng Lingwu rolled over on the bed, tucking the pillow under his chin. He couldn't help but think of the baby, Zhao Nan's younger brother. He couldn't help but ask, "Why do I think that child isn't cute at all? He's weird and makes me feel uncomfortable."

Fu Wei stroked the cup: "It's right to feel uncomfortable."

Feng Lingwu: "What do you mean?"

Fu Wei said, "That child was born with a look of premature death. He shouldn't have lived more than a hundred days, but miraculously lived to be three years old. I guess they didn't use any proper means, so naturally he looks weird."

Feng Lingwu took a breath of cold air: "Is this child not a human?"

Fu Wei said: "I'm not sure now, but I can be sure that when that photo was taken, the child was not a human."

A female ghost seeks revenge, and a dead fetus comes back to life.

This is probably a den of ghosts.

Feng Lingwu felt a chill on his back and shivered. He felt that everything around him was gloomy, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at him. So he approached Fu Wei cautiously and said pitifully, "Master, can you not go back to the painting tonight? I may need your protection."