25 Chapter 25 (Three in One

◎There is something wrong with your house.◎

After separating from Song Yunli, Qianyang walked to the subway station alone.

After being down the mountain for so long, she has already figured out how to take public transportation.

Thinking that Yang Mao had already gotten off work, Qian Yang called him.

After the incident at Shenlin Mansion, she saved Yang Mao's contact information and carried her cell phone with her when she traveled.

"Disciple, I have good news for you." Qian Yang said in a relaxed and cheerful tone.

"What's wrong? Did you win 2 billion in the lottery?" Yang Mao said.

Yang Mao's mental state was not very good during this period. Qin Shuyi did not sleep at night and wandered around, saying that he was dreaming about how to make a fortune in the middle of the night.

Qian Yang smiled and said, "Almost. The compensation issue has been resolved."

"Solved?!" Yang Mao raised his voice, his tone full of disbelief.

"Yeah, it's solved."

"No way? How did you solve it?" Yang Mao asked in shock.

Qian Yang explained, "I promised to extend his life for a few years, which paid off the 2.1 billion in compensation, and they gave me 400 million in return."

"..." Yang Mao was silent for a moment, his voice not seeming to relax at all. "Master, didn't you say before that if you were involved in his affairs, you wouldn't be able to escape easily?"

"Hmm," Qian Yang replied. "He has too much Yin energy, and should have been plagued by disasters. Perhaps someone helped him escape temporarily. However, it won't last a year, and he will definitely die."

"Then...how are you going to help him prolong his life? Will it have any impact on you?" Yang Mao asked.

"As for the impact... I've always had a strong luck, so it's just extending my lifespan for a few years, so it's basically no impact."

"real?"

"Of course. However, if he wants to live the rest of his life in peace, I can only make up for it by inflicting pain on him and forming a true relationship with him."

"Becoming a true love?" Yang Mao asked doubtfully.

"That is... to bind his life plate to mine, so that my yang energy can dissipate his yin energy; and my merits can offset his evil deeds."

"Oh..." Yang Mao suddenly realized, "So this is what you meant by being unable to escape!"

"Then he would..."

"But it's just a matter of extending my life by a few years. There's no need to go through so much trouble. I can use a similar method without getting stuck."

"He... doesn't want to live anymore?" Yang Mao sighed. "Two and a half billion, only to buy a few years?"

Qian Yang said unconcernedly, "He doesn't have a strong desire to live, and if he does something harmful to the world, I won't really sacrifice myself."

"Anyway, the matter has been resolved. Your master will not go bankrupt. You and Yang Wei don't need to be so nervous."

Yang Mao's tone became more relaxed. "As long as it doesn't affect you, that's all."

"Well, you guys are still impatient. Learn more from your junior sister in this regard."

Yang Mao complained, "Junior sister? She's a ghost, so of course she doesn't mind. She even thinks being a ghost is pretty good!"

Having resolved a matter, Qianyang felt much more relaxed as he returned.

She finally managed to keep her wallet.

When he returned home in the evening, Qianyang also shared this incident with the audience in the live broadcast room.

However, Song Yunli was not a public figure after all, so Qianyang did not tell anyone else about what happened between them. He just said that he had settled the compensation legally and reasonably.

The next day, Qianyang went to the nearby overpass as usual.

"Here he comes! Master Qianyang is finally here!"

"Young Master, I've cleared the space. Let's practice a few sets of boxing!"

"Hey, after a few days of fighting with the young master, my arms and legs aren't sore anymore!"

Qianyang's fame has spread around the overpass. Every morning at seven o'clock, these old men and women appear in the square on time, waiting for her to exercise together.

"Okay, I'll show you two sets first." Qianyang put down the cloth bag, walked to the front of the crowd, and led them to practice boxing together.

"Hello everyone, it's 7:10 am Beijing time, and we've arrived at Honglian Square on Laotou Street in Fenye District, Taihang City."

At this time, several cameramen and reporters introduced the location in front of the camera.

Qianyang was so focused on boxing that he didn't notice this.

On the contrary, the old men and women behind him held their heads high, their expressions solemn, their movements in unison, and they displayed an unprecedented momentum.

"Recently, our TV station received some submissions claiming that elderly people in their families had been leaving the house at 6:30 every morning for a month, often taking away food from the house, such as rice, vegetables, eggs, bacon, etc. After leaving, they would return drenched in sweat, and all the food would be gone."

"And at home, he was like he was possessed by a demon. He heard some kind of incantation every day and kept muttering about a master. It was as if he had joined some illegal organization."

"After receiving the submission, Taihang TV immediately decided to investigate and went to the scene of the incident, Honglian Square on Laotou Street."

After saying that, the reporter walked out of the camera and showed the audience the situation in Honglian Square.

I saw that the huge square was filled with people standing at a distance of 1.5 meters on all sides and in front and behind, and they were practicing boxing in unison with a young Taoist priest.

The scene was comparable to the morning exercises of disciples in martial arts dramas.

"Friends watching on TV should have seen that a group of well-trained elderly people appeared in Honglian Square, practicing boxing with a young master."

The reporter asked in amazement, "Could this be the legendary illegal organization? Let me take you to a deeper understanding."

The camera kept zooming in, passing over all the people in the square, and finally stopped at Qianyang, who was wearing a Taoist robe.

"Dear audience, this young master must be the master that the old man often talks about. Let us find out."

"Huh? Why does this young master look familiar?" the reporter asked puzzledly.

After Qianyang finished two sets of punches, he placed his hands flat on his chest, exhaled, and stopped his movements, his face still calm and he was not out of breath.

But when she opened her eyes, a black camera was almost pressing against her forehead.

"?" Qianyang looked at the other party in confusion.

"Young master, what are you doing with these elderly people?" The reporter came up to her with a microphone in hand.

"Boxing." Qianyang frowned. Is it hard to tell?

"During this period, do you practice boxing with the old man every morning?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Qian Yang asked puzzledly.

"So, may I ask, besides boxing, do you charge the old man anything?"

"Eggs?" Qianyang looked surprised, not understanding what the other party was going to do.

"Well, we're from Taihang City TV. We received a report that an illegal organization is suspected to have appeared in Honglian Square, defrauding the elderly of their money and property and conducting brainwashing."

"Illegal organization?" Qian Yang shook his head. "I don't know. Ask someone else."

reporter:"……"

"So, may I ask what you and these old people are doing?"

"Boxing, can't you see?"

At the same time, an old lady who had just finished boxing answered the phone next to the camera.

"Hello?"

The aunt turned on the speakerphone, and a woman's voice came from the phone: "Mom, what are you doing? I've told you so many times that you are not allowed to go to Honglian Square in the morning!"

"Oh! I'm safe, I haven't joined any evil cult! Our young master is very capable, unlike those scammers, so don't worry!"

"Mom! I think you've been brainwashed!"

"I know! Those who give out eggs are all liars, but the young master is not! Your aunt Liu often has leg cramps, right? It was she who cured it!" The aunt said earnestly.

Qianyang realized something belatedly. She pointed at herself and said to the reporter, "Me? An illegal organization?"

The reporter felt that she looked somewhat familiar, but couldn't place it for a moment. He nodded in confusion and said, "Yes..."

Qianyang: “…”

The old lady was still on the phone with her daughter. She was getting annoyed by the scolding and said, "Oh! Taihang TV is broadcasting live here. Turn on the TV and see for yourself, and you'll know what I'm doing!"

"Just wait! I want to see what you are doing all day long!" said the daughter.

The aunt stepped to stand beside Qianyang and said, "Young Master, wait a moment, my daughter wants to see what we are doing."

"oh……"

Qianyang is a little autistic.

She diligently taught these elderly people to exercise every morning as if she were going to work, but ended up being mistaken for the leader of an illegal organization by others.

Illegal organization... You can tell from the name, this thing will send you to jail.

"Mom, I've turned on the TV," the daughter said earnestly on the other end of the phone. "Mom, Master Qianyang has already said that you can't just believe these things. It might affect your luck. Why are you still listening to his nonsense?"

Qianyang was stunned for two seconds, feeling as if he heard a familiar name.

"Mom, look! That little Taoist priest next to you is so young, how could he possibly..."

Suddenly, the daughter's voice trailed off and a shocked gasp was heard.

The old lady hadn't noticed yet and turned around to ask, "Young Master, what did Sister Liu call you before? Why does it sound so familiar..."

"ah!!!"

A scream came from the phone.

"Master Qianyang!!! Why are you here?!"

"Shit! I remember now!" The reporter showed an enlightened expression, "You are Master Qianyang!"

Qianyang: “?”

"Mom, Mom! Stand still! Wait for me!" the daughter said excitedly on the phone.

"Huh? What are you doing here?"

"I, I came to see Master Qianyang!"

Qianyang didn't feel happy.

Her shoulders slumped, feeling defeated.

The leader of the illegal organization will definitely be arrested and put in jail.

I heard that if she goes to jail, her life will be ruined.

Is it illegal to teach the elderly to exercise and tell fortunes and charge a reasonable fee?

She had previously said that she would not break the law.

"Master Qianyang, I've watched your live broadcast! You're amazing!" the reporter said in surprise.

Qian Yang looked up at him and said sullenly, "Don't you say ignorance is innocence? I didn't know this was illegal. At worst, I won't come here anymore."

She didn't want to go to police station, nor did she want to have a conflict with the police.

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn’t have been greedy for such a small amount of money from fortune-telling.

"ah……"

"Young Master?!" The old lady looked at her in panic.

"No! What are we going to do if you don't come?"

"What?! Master Qianyang isn't coming tomorrow?!"

"What's going on? Who among you bullied Master Qianyang?!"

"Those TV stations are insisting that our young master is engaging in illegal activities!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? When did we ever engage in illegal activities?"

"Master, you're teaching us boxing and keeping us healthy. How is that against the law?"

The reporter and cameraman were both confused.

It doesn't look like an illegal organization, but since you guys are defending it so fiercely, it does look a bit like one.

Yang Mao was at work when he suddenly felt his cell phone vibrating wildly.

He turned and went into the bathroom, opened his phone and took a look. Hundreds of private messages were added in the background every minute.

"Big Brother! What's wrong with you? Our Master has been wronged!"

[Big Brother, look! Our Master is so pitiful!]

[(Angry) Who on earth reported the anchor for running an illegal organization?]

[I was dying of laughter. The anchor was so scared that he thought he was going to jail! ]

Yang Mao clicked on a video in the private message with a puzzled look on his face.

After seeing the whole process of Qianyang being interviewed, I was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

It turned out that the elderly man’s children thought he was a liar.

At the end of the video, the reporter solemnly stated in front of dozens of elderly people and cameras: "Dear viewers, we have thoroughly understood the specific circumstances of Honglian Square on Laotou Street. There is no fraud, brainwashing, or illegal organization involved. The elderly were simply practicing boxing with a highly respected master to strengthen their bodies. There is no deception involved."

"Young Master? Are you going home?"

"Will you come tomorrow?"

"You must come tomorrow!"

"Master Qianyang, we will be waiting for you here tomorrow!"

The reporter glanced out of the lens and spoke faster: "Dear viewers, today's field program ends here. See you tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, before the director had time to cut the screen, he had already thrown the microphone to the cameraman and disappeared from the camera in two steps.

"Master Qianyang!!! Wait a moment! I have a question for you!"

Yang Mao smiled helplessly, thinking that there was nothing else to do, so he turned off his phone and returned to his workstation.

In the evening, after getting home from get off work, Qianyang sat alone on the sofa, feeling withdrawn.

"Master?" Yang Mao turned on the light in the living room and saw Qian Yang sitting on the sofa with an expressionless face.

Qian Yang raised his eyes to look at him and said, "Disciple, I was almost caught this morning."

Yang Mao didn't expect that she was still thinking about what happened that morning. He put down his backpack and said, "The TV station and the old man's children had a misunderstanding. Don't take it to heart."

Qianyang pursed her lips and said, "What are we having for dinner?"

"How about braised spareribs? Ask Yang Wei to come back and bring you two grilled sausages?"

"Um."

After dinner, Qianyang turned on the live broadcast.

She was absent-minded during the day and went offline after broadcasting for three hours.

Good evening, host!

What's going on? It feels like you haven't recovered yet?

[Ouch! Law-abiding citizens are being misunderstood. Are you unhappy?]

Qianyang, the only heir of the Qian family, was publicly executed in front of the TV as a fraudster. No matter how you look at it, it was a bit too hurtful to his self-esteem.

Ahhhhhh!

Master Qianyang, I'm sorry!!! I really didn't know it was you!!!

My mom goes to the square every day and has been acting weird lately. Plus, you told me not to believe anything, so I…

Qianyang didn't expect that the boomerang from many days ago would pierce her.

[Ahhhh! The little master my dad was talking about turned out to be Master Qianyang!]

[Master, please don't take it to heart! You are absolutely, absolutely not a liar!]

My dad hasn't had any rheumatism attacks in over a decade, and he praises you every day at home.

[Wow, there are so many scams targeting the elderly. We are just worried about the elderly and don't mean to target you!]

[What else can I say? My mom is worried that you won't come tomorrow, so she'll give me a good scolding when I get home.]

Qian Yang said: "I will go there tomorrow."

【That's good, that's good.】

【Master, don't worry, we believe in you! 】

Qianyang's mood improved significantly, and he muttered, "You scared me."

【Ha ha ha ha! 】

[The anchor will also be afraid? 】

[Oh my god, I’m not even afraid of ghosts.]

"That's different. If you break the law, you will go to jail." Qianyang said seriously.

Now that she has come down the mountain, she naturally has to abide by the laws and regulations.

She would ask Yang Mao to buy a few legal codes and she would never be ignorant of the law again!

[I'm curious about what the anchor does every morning.]

[Would you like to consider doing an outdoor live broadcast? ]

[The grandpa and grandma in the square don't usually watch live broadcasts, right? Why do they trust Qianyang so much?]

[Anchor! Let's broadcast live outdoors tomorrow morning!]

Qianyang thought for a while and nodded, "Okay."

Yang Mao said, "It just so happens that I don't have any work tomorrow morning. Master, I'll go with you."

"good."

Qian Yang reminded: "Tomorrow morning the live broadcast will start two hours earlier, at 7 o'clock sharp."

The next day, when Qianyang got up, Yang Wei was just about to go to morning self-study.

"Sister, good morning." Yang Wei rubbed her eyes and greeted her.

Although Yang Mao was reluctant to hear her call Qianyang like that, and always felt that he was at a disadvantage, he could not think of a more appropriate name for Qianyang's young and beautiful face, so he could only give up.

"Where is your brother?" Qianyang asked.

"Shu Yi went to call him." Yang Wei said.

Unlike his brother, Yang Wei was not afraid of these weird things. Almost instantly, she accepted the existence of an invisible Qin Shuyi in this room.

Moreover, in some aspects, Yang Wei is much more reliable than his brother.

Not long after, Yang Mao got up from bed with sleepy eyes, packed up quickly, and went out with Qian Yang.

It is winter now. The sun has just come out and the cold wind blows on my face like a knife.

"Master, aren't you cold going out so early every day?" Yang Mao was so cold that his nose was running and the tip of his nose was red.

Qianyang was still wearing his gray Taoist robe and said casually, "It's not cold, it's cool."

"Great." Yang Mao gave a thumbs up and immediately put his hands into his sleeves.

Walking to Honglian Square, you can already see many elderly people in the hazy morning fog.

They stretched their bodies, took off their coats and sat aside to rest, forming a sharp contrast with Yang Mao who was wrapped tightly.

"Master, you're here?"

"Master Qianyang, good morning. I made some pickles myself, and they're delicious. I've packed two jars for you to enjoy with your meal."

Qianyang nodded and said, "Okay, thank you."

Ever since they discovered that Qianyang didn't like to accept expensive things and was particularly interested in food, the grandpa and grandma often stuffed some vegetables and grains into her hands.

As a small reward for boxing with them every day, Qianyang would not refuse.

Qianyang handed the phone to Yang Mao and asked him to start the live broadcast.

Ahhhhhhhhhh!

[This is the first time I’ve woken up after six o’clock since graduating from high school.]

[It’s so cold…I don’t want to leave the bed.]

[Qianyang! Do you know how much I love you? The entire neighborhood's internet is down, so I'm squatting at the entrance to watch the live stream!]

[Hiss...it's so cold, the one upstairs is my true love.]

…

Qianyang greeted everyone, "Good morning, I'm already at the square."

【Wow! There are so many people in the square!】

[What a laugh! I heard that many children living nearby woke up their uncles and aunts early in the morning and sent them to the square after learning that the anchor was teaching them to exercise.]

[Ahahaha! I got it! They said they wanted to let them experience what it was like to be forced to go to school before dawn.]

[Everyone feels more at ease if they follow the host to exercise, right? If it weren't so far away, I'd also like to bring my dad over.]

After a few words, Qianyang went to the front to join the others in boxing.

It was also the first time for Yang Mao and Qian Yang to come to the square. He held up his mobile phone to broadcast live while looking around curiously.

"It seems like there are a lot of people coming today." Yang Mao couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the crowded square.

[(Whispering) I was at the scene, but I didn't dare to go out and disturb them, so I quietly found a place to hide.]

[Wow! The grandpa and grandma's boxing is so impressive! It's like something out of a martial arts movie.]

[The mist enveloped them, creating a fairy-like aura.]

[Oh my god, no wonder they're so energetic? If I could do a set of punches right now, I'd probably live a few more years.]

[Ahhh! I didn't realize my limbs were so uncoordinated? I can't keep up with Qianyang's movements at all.]

After two sets of boxing techniques, Qianyang didn't get red in the face or out of breath.

After all, the old man and the old woman are old, and they are a little out of breath after a while.

However, compared with Yang Mao, who was panting every three steps, they looked much healthier.

"Young master, I have been feeling restless and having trouble sleeping lately. Can you help me figure out the reason?" An old lady came up to Qianyang with a bag full of pork ribs.

Qianyang was used to it. He found a stone table to sit down and motioned for the old lady to stretch out her right hand.

Qianyang touched her pulse with two fingers and pondered for a moment: "Have you been drinking chicken soup these past two days?"

The old lady smiled and said, "Yes, my daughter has made two pots of it in three days, and she still hasn't finished it."

Qian Yang said, "Grandma, you've been in poor health for a long time, so you shouldn't take any supplements. You can drink chicken soup, but only half a bowl a day."

"Oh... I understand." The old lady took her words as if they were imperial decree, "I'll go back and tell my daughter."

Damn...

[The host also knows Chinese medicine? ? ]

[I heard that Chinese medicine is so amazing that it can even tell what you ate last meal!]

Is this true or false?

[Lesson learned the hard way: Never see a Chinese doctor with your family or friends, or you will be socially ruined, literally socially ruined.]

"Young Master, I lost a bracelet yesterday and can't find it no matter how hard I try. Could you help me find it?"

Qian Yang asked for some simple information and blurted out: "You were kneading dough last night to get the bracelet and it fell into the dough jar."

"Ouch! I remember now! It's true!"

In just a few minutes, Qianyang was surrounded by fruits, vegetables and fresh meat of all sizes.

No wonder she came home with her hands full of food every day, which was more than enough for them to eat.

"Little girl, you don't look very old, do you?"

Just then, an aunt squeezed into the crowd.

Qianyang looked up at her and said, "Twenty-one."

My aunt sneered, "These old guys think so highly of you, so you must have some real skills."

Qian Yang had heard similar remarks before these days, but he had long since stopped taking them to heart.

The eldest aunt's eyes curved with laughter as she teased, "I have a nephew. His child is very strange. He used to be a very well-behaved child, but suddenly one day he became like a madman... I heard he was possessed by an evil spirit? The young couple has been worrying a lot about the child, and as an elder, I can't stand it."

She said these words without any mercy or sympathy, but rather with a bit of contempt and gloating.

"I'll pay you to check on the kid, will you? Just make it clear, if you can't cure the child, I won't pay you!"

"Everyone is listening!"

"Auntie Wang, you're usually so stingy, please don't not pay me when the time comes!"

"That's right! You can't just make verbal promises!"

Everyone started discussing. Since everyone lived nearby and often met in the square, most of them knew each other.

Aunt Wang shouted, "As long as this young master can take good care of me, I'm willing to pay! Did everyone hear that?"

Seeing her confident look, Yang Mao couldn't help but feel worried.

"If you are sick, you should go to the hospital. My master is not a doctor." Yang Mao said.

【Anchor, don’t go! 】

This lady probably has bad intentions.

[He looks so happy at someone else's misfortune, probably hoping his nephew's child will never get well.]

What if the child is truly possessed? Perhaps the host can still save the situation.

[The host knows how to read pulses, so perhaps he can tell if something is wrong?]

"Oh! Why are you, a man of your age, bothering a little girl?"

Qianyang lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

"Master?" Yang Mao called.

Qian Yang looked up at him and said, "There's a live broadcast outside today, it's okay to go and take a look."

Hearing this, Yang Mao said nothing more.

"Auntie, let's set the price in advance. If my master can't do a good job, he won't charge. If he does...how about 20,000 yuan? I see you're decked out in gold and silver, so you wouldn't refuse to pay for 20,000 yuan, right?"

Aunt Wang obviously didn't take his words seriously. "If it doesn't work, I won't give you a penny."

"If you like it, will you give me 20,000 yuan or not?"

Aunt Wang said, "Look, of course I'll pay! We're all neighbors. If I don't pay, how will our Wang family live in the future?"

Yang Mao nodded and said, "That's fine."

"Wait, I'll call my nephew. He lives nearby. Everyone, stay here and be a witness!"

After saying that, Aunt Wang walked aside to make a phone call.

The crowd did not disperse, and everyone seemed to want to join in the fun.

Yang Mao came to her side and asked in a low voice: "Master, what did you find?"

Qianyang shook his head, "No."

"It's just that she seems to have concluded that I can't see well. I always feel that things are not simple."

【It might be a good idea to go and have a look. 】

【Maybe he's been possessed by an evil spirit.】

Even if it doesn't work out, we won't lose anything.

[Send the anchor a water park. ]

After a while, Aunt Wang returned to the crowd.

"Young Master, let's go? My eldest nephew and his wife are at home. I'll take you there."

Seven or eight people followed Aunt Wang to her eldest nephew's house.

During this time, she talked with others and mentioned her young grandson many times, saying that he was very smart, well-behaved and obedient, and her words were full of obvious sense of superiority.

Yang Mao walked beside Qian Yang and couldn't help but grumble in a low voice: "I think this lady is taking them to see a joke."

Qianyang pursed his lips and said nothing.

【It’s included.】

[He clearly knew that the other person's child had a problem, but he still kept praising his grandson.]

[Whose family has this kind of thing happen to them? Do you want to be laughed at by others? ]

【Speechless.】

This person is taking advantage of others' misfortune.

My eldest nephew lives not far from Honglian Square, about a ten-minute walk away.

Yang Mao bought two breakfasts on the way and ate them while walking with Qian Yang.

Up to this point, it was still not yet eight o'clock in the morning.

Arriving at a nearby high-end residential complex, Aunt Wang smiled and spoke to the security guard, asking him to open the door.

The security guard seemed to recognize Aunt Wang and asked with a smile, "Aunt Wang, are you here to see your nephew again?"

"That's right! I know a young master. I'll see if I can heal his child. What a pitiful child!"

"Okay."

After entering the community, Aunt Wang walked forward as if she was familiar with the route.

"Auntie Wang, your nephew's family is quite well-off. The houses here must be worth at least five million, right?"

Aunt Wang raised her chin and scoffed, "What's the use? No amount of money can cure a child like that."

When they arrived at the door of an apartment building, Aunt Wang led everyone into the elevator.

As the elevator went up, it stopped on the 19th floor.

"bite--"

The elevator doors gradually opened to both sides.

"We're here, we're here!" Aunt Wang walked out of the elevator impatiently.

Everyone followed closely behind him and walked to an open entrance door.

A woman heard footsteps and hurried out. She was stunned when she saw seven or eight strangers in front of the door.

"Godmother..." The woman's face turned pale, as if she didn't expect that she would bring so many people here.

Aunt Wang explained, "Everyone cares about Xiaojia and wants to come and see him."

The woman's face was obviously a little ugly, but she didn't get angry. She looked at the crowd and asked, "Godmother, where is the master you mentioned? Can he really cure Xiaojia?"

"Oh! Who knows if it can be cured? We have to give it a try. Don't worry, if she can cure Xiaojia, I'll pay all 20,000 yuan!"

Qian Yang took two steps forward and nodded slightly to the woman, "Hello, ma'am. I'm Qian Yang. I'd like to know about Xiao Jia's situation."

Seeing Qianyang's exceptionally young face, the light in the woman's eyes dimmed visibly.

The woman forced a smile and said sideways, "Please come in."

Qianyang walked into the house first and turned to say to everyone, "You might disturb me if you come in. Please wait outside the door or leave on your own."

These people usually believed Qian Yang's words very much, and immediately stopped walking forward.

Seeing that some of the elderly men and women wanted to leave, Aunt Wang immediately spoke out to dissuade them.

"Don't leave! Otherwise, what if someone refuses to pay? We are all witnesses!"

Hearing this, everyone stopped and stood at the door to watch.

"Master, please sit down." said the woman.

Qian Yang sat on the sofa, raised his eyes and asked, "Where's the child?"

The woman said, "In the bedroom with his father."

"ah!!!"

As soon as the woman finished speaking, a sharp and piercing scream suddenly came from the bedroom across the wall.

"ah!!!"

"ah!!!!"

The screams did not subside, but instead became louder and louder, accompanied by bursts of struggling and the sound of things being thrown.

"Oh! Xiaojia has an attack again! If I didn't know, I would have thought he was being abused at home!" Aunt Wang sighed.

Everyone outside the door was surprised when they heard the sound.

The woman was probably used to it, but it was the first time that so many people witnessed her child's condition, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

After entering the room, Yang Mao did not feel the presence of ghosts or anything like that.

In other words, Xiaojia should not be possessed by evil spirits.

Qianyang looked around the room. The walls were covered with soundproof cotton to prevent Xiaojia's voice from disturbing others.

"How long has his condition lasted?" Qian Yang asked.

The woman didn't give a perfunctory response, thinking that she would try her best. She replied, "Master, Xiaojia has been in this condition for three years."

When she said this, her expression was extremely painful.

Xiaojia's father watched the injury from the bedroom, and the screams gradually subsided.

Xiaojia's mother is in her thirties, with some white hair and a haggard face. She has been working hard for her children and looks much older and more tired than her peers.

Perhaps recalling the nightmare of the past three years, Xiaojia's mother couldn't help but burst into tears as she choked back her words: "He used to be a very good and obedient child. The kindergarten teachers loved him very much. He would always share his snacks with other children in the class... Suddenly one day, without any warning, he became like this."

"Is he frightened?" Qian Yang asked.

Xiaojia's mother shook her head. "The kindergarten has surveillance cameras, and we never leave him alone at home. I don't know why it turned out like this."

"Have you seen a doctor?"

"I've seen... For the first two years, we took him to the most prestigious hospitals both domestically and internationally, but none of them could find the cause. We even had no other options and hired a medical practitioner to exorcise his evil spirits, but there was still no improvement."

Xiaojia's mother closed her eyes in pain, as if she didn't want to face it anymore.

【It turned out like this without any warning?】

[How is that possible? There must be a reason, right?]

[That sound gave me goosebumps even through the screen.]

Is there anything wrong with the child's health?

Yang Mao asked, "Sister, how is Xiaojia? Is there anything wrong?"

Xiaojia's mother shook her head. "The strangest thing is that there is nothing wrong with Xiaojia's body."

Qian Yang pondered for a moment and asked, "Is he ever normal?"

Xiaojia's mother wiped away her tears and said, "He sometimes quiets down, but he hasn't spoken in a long time."

"When does this often happen?"

Xiaojia's mother said, "When he just wakes up, he needs someone to comfort him before he can calm down."

At this time, the bedroom door was opened and Xiaojia's father came out.

He frowned when he saw the two strangers in the living room.

Xiaojia's mother asked, "Is he asleep?"

Xiaojia's father nodded, "Yeah."

"So fast?" Yang Mao was surprised. Xiao Jia was still having an attack two minutes ago, and he fell asleep two minutes later.

Xiaojia's father glanced at Qianyang, turned and walked into the kitchen, "Don't waste time, how much do you want?"

It seemed as if he had no hope for Qianyang.

It is likely that they have seen many people similar to Qianyang before.

"Master, I'm sorry, we have encountered some scammers before." Xiaojia's mother explained.

"Xiao Jia's father didn't believe in these things in the first place, and after encountering the scammer, he became even more..."

Yang Mao said, "We understand your feelings."

Qianyang's attention was not on them, his eyes were moving around the room.

Qianyang stood up and walked to the balcony, where the window faced Xiaoqian Mountain in the distance.

She turned around and looked at the balcony door, and found a small plaque above the door frame with the words "Family of Three" written on it.

Everyone in the living room looked at her every move in confusion, but did not make a sound to disturb her.

Qianyang looked at everyone and said, "There's something wrong with your house."

【Author’s words】

I really like to add more chapters, I really like to make sure everyone has a full stomach, hehe

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