Reborn 90s: Spicy Wife撩夫

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The cute and invincible Tang Xiaonan transmigrated into the foolish supporting female character of a period dram...

Chapter 1501 Evil Arts

Ye Qingqing was completely confused, but Lu Mo understood a bit and asked, "So, the person who plotted against Qingqing's cousin is the same person who killed the vengeful ghost. In order to escape the vengeful ghost's revenge, he transferred the vengeful ghost to someone else, right?"

Master Daoyi nodded. “You could say that. I encountered a similar situation twenty years ago, but it was too late. The person who was haunted by the vengeful ghost died a terrible death.”

Moreover, it took him three days and three nights to convert the vengeful ghost that had been upgraded. After that, he kept tracking down the murderer who used this kind of insidious curse to harm people, but he couldn't find him anywhere. He never expected to run into him again now.

Sang Huaiyuan felt a wave of fear. If he hadn't met Master Daoyi, his son would have died a violent death. The murderer was truly hateful.

"Who is this person? He's despicable!" Ye Qingqing cursed angrily.

She used to think Sang Liangjie had a bad temper, but now it seems she was wrong; the unknown murderer was the real culprit.

However, there was still something she couldn't understand: "Master, if the vengeful spirit isn't transferred, will it still haunt the murderer?"

Master Daoyi nodded, “That’s right. As the Buddhists say, there is cause and effect. What you sow, you reap. If you harm someone’s life, you will get retribution sooner or later. What’s more, a vengeful ghost suffered inhuman torment in its previous life and is full of resentment, so it cannot be reincarnated. It must release its resentment.”

Ye Qingqing became increasingly curious: what exactly did the murderer do to the vengeful ghost?

"Master, is that vengeful ghost still there?"

“He has already been reincarnated. He died less than five days ago and was very young. What a pity.” Master Daoyi chanted a Buddhist prayer.

Lu Mo's heart skipped a beat. If it was a vengeful ghost, it must have been murdered. He would ask Fang Yanming if there were any unidentified corpses in the city recently. Perhaps they could follow the clues and find the murderer!

Master Daoyi then instructed Sang Liangjie: "You must take good care of yourself for a few days. Do not go out after 9 p.m. for the rest of the year. If someone calls your name from behind at night, do not answer. Remember this well."

Sang Liangjie respectfully accepted and kept it in mind.

Like Sang Huaiyuan, he went from being a staunch atheist to suddenly believing in the existence of ghosts and gods, and no longer dared to be ignorant and fearless.

On the way out of Dafosi Temple, Ye Qingqing couldn't help but ask what had happened before Sang Liangjie returned. Master Daoyi said that medicine and incantations were needed to transfer the vengeful ghost, which meant that the murderer must have had physical contact with Sang Liangjie.

Sang Liangjie recalled, "Everything was normal before, but that day when I returned to Beijing from abroad, I went to the street to buy gifts. After I came back, I felt a tightness in my chest and kept wanting to lose my temper. I could barely control myself the day before, but after I got off the plane, I couldn't control myself. It was as if my reason had left me."

Sang Huaiyuan, still troubled by the suicide attempt, asked, "What happened when you jumped into the water?"

“I thought my grandmother was dead, and then someone in my head said that if I didn’t die, I would kill more people, so I…” Sang Liangjie was filled with shame. He despised cowards who chose suicide the most, but he himself had become a coward.

Ye Qingqing comforted him, "Cousin, you're just being controlled by a vengeful ghost. It's not your own will, and it has nothing to do with you. Think about it carefully, what happened the day you bought the gift?"

Lu Mo added, "For example, someone bumps into you, or tries to chat you up?"

Sang Liangjie slowly recalled, and finally remembered, "There was a pretty girl. I accidentally broke a porcelain vase that she bought. When I was picking up the vase, I cut my finger and bled a little. The girl bandaged it for me with a band-aid."