Chapter 59: On the 59th day of quitting the circle, I said some words that would let the devil die.
"So how did it come about?"
Inside Sang Qiqi's funeral, Zhang Lin lay on the small table curiously as if listening to a story, his eyes full of anticipation waiting for Sang Qiqi's answer.
At the other side of the small table sat Taoist Master Mingxin, who had just returned from an expedition to Kang'an Mental Hospital in Hai City with Tang Yingjun. The flight from Hai City to Jingbei had taken nearly four hours, and on a flight without meals, Taoist Master Mingxin was ravenous. Now buried in his spicy hot pot, he took the time to speculate, "Either she's been cheated on, or there's something wrong with the unborn child."
Sang Qiqi gritted her teeth while biting the dried beef and nodded in agreement with Taoist Mingxin's guess.
"I asked Meng Zhengxiang, and he said Qingcheng Xiaodao has no interest in women. From what Meng Zhengxiang said, Qingcheng seems to want to make some achievements during his travels so that he can hold his head high when he returns home."
Moreover, seeing that he cleaned the villa where he had lived for several months so thoroughly before running away, without even a speck of dust left, we can conclude that this guy is not an impulsive type, but rather a cautious and careful person.
Would such a person personally take part in the battle to fulfill Yin Fengmao's wish of having a son? Impossible.
"What if he wants someone else to fight?"
"To confirm this possibility, I went to Yin Fengmao's house again." Sang Qiqi had clearly grasped all the possibilities. "Although his wife is only two months pregnant, she's already emaciated. That thing in her belly is almost sucking her dry."
After hearing this, Taoist Master Mingxin finally put down his chopsticks.
After a moment's thought, he picked up the bowl and drank two sips of soup before wiping his mouth and saying thoughtfully, "It doesn't make sense. If the son Yin Fengmao's wife is carrying isn't normal, and the mother's uterus is drained in just two months, how will Qingcheng explain it to Yin Fengmao then? After all, when he was conceiving the child in Yin Fengmao's wife's belly, he couldn't have guessed that Meng Zhengxiang's revenge would be so futile and ultimately unsuccessful."
Sang Qiqi also thought of this.
Her guess was that if nothing had happened to Meng Zhengxiang, Qingcheng would never have left Huxi. The embryo he'd implanted in Yin Fengmao's wife's belly would have remained in the womb for ten months, like any normal baby. But now that it had happened, he desperately wanted to take everything related to him, including the embryo.
"I think what's in Yin Fengmao's wife's belly must be very important to him."
"If your guess is correct, then as long as Yin Fengmao's wife hasn't given birth, Qingcheng will not leave Huxi. He must be somewhere in Huxi, keeping an eye on the Yin family."
Sang Qiqi nodded and handed the extra dried beef on hand to Mingxin with a smile, the intention of bribery being very obvious.
Mingxin was a little dissatisfied: "Just a piece of dried beef? Will this break my teeth?"
Sang Qiqi sighed twice, "I'll record your merit."
Speaking of merit, Sang Qiqi became curious again: "What happens if you accumulate merit in your line of work? Become an immortal? I've been in the underworld for twenty years and haven't heard of any immortals."
Mingxin had not accumulated enough merit, so he could not answer Sang Qiqi's question with certainty.
I can only guess: "Maybe after death, there will be some benefits in your underworld."
Sang Qiqi: "For example?"
Ming Xin: "For example, instead of working like a slave for twenty years, you can directly become the department head and command a slave like you for another twenty years."
Sang Qiqi: "...I advise you not to think about these unrealistic things. It's not even dark yet and you're already dreaming."
He also said some words that told the devil to die.
If there really was such an unwritten rule, she would go to the bed of the idiot who made the rule tonight and twist his head off and kick it like a ball.
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Huxi City.
After Yin Fengmao learned the news of Ma Jiancheng's death, he could no longer drink the wine and stood up to leave.
Seeing that he looked really unhappy, his friends at the table didn't force him to stay. If something happened, no one at the table would be able to escape.
"Tell the driver to drive slower on the way back and be careful," the friend said kindly, but Yin Fengmao had already hurried out the door and didn't hear him. Instead, another person at the table chuckled with an ambiguous tone, "I don't think he'll drive slower."
The profound words immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Old Qiu, what do you mean?"
The man called Lao Qiu raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking a little surprised: "So you guys didn't know. But that's true. Your wives don't have much contact with Lao Yin's wife, so it's not surprising that you didn't know. Lao Yin's wife is pregnant."
Are you pregnant?
"That's a good thing."
"Yes, ever since his ex-wife kicked him in the face, Old Yin has been depressed for a long time because of the issue of having a child. Now that she's pregnant, it can be said that all the hardship has finally paid off."
"That's not necessarily true," Old Qiu said mysteriously. "Pregnancy is indeed a good thing, but it happened after Old Yin and his wife went to see that damn Taoist Qingcheng. My wife told me that Taoist Qingcheng gave Old Yin's wife a cup of talisman water and performed a ritual, and a month later, she had a son."
Looking around at everyone's shocked expressions, Old Qiu raised his chin slightly and tapped his phone on the table: "If what the police said is true, Mr. Ma's death is related to that Taoist priest... As for Old Indian's wife, it's hard to say what the situation is."
The group of people were so shocked when they suddenly learned such a big secret that they were speechless.
At the same time, Yin Fengmao, who was already in the car, thought of the police report and became increasingly panicked. He hurriedly urged the driver: "Drive faster."
The driver responded and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
About ten minutes later, Yin Fengmao returned to the villa where he and his wife currently lived.
He'd been a bit busy the past couple of days. Yesterday, the company had a contract to sign, and afterward, he treated the other company's executives to a meal and took them to a club. By the time those executives, hugging their women, went to bed, it was almost three o'clock. Seeing it was getting late, Yin Fengmao didn't go home and found an empty room to sleep in.
Therefore, he had not seen his wife for two days and one night.
He hurried into the villa and saw the nanny coming down from the second-floor bedroom with a bowl. He walked over and glanced at the bowl. Seeing the bowl full of food, he was stunned for a moment: "Madam, didn't you eat?"
The nanny was thinking about this when she suddenly heard the man come back. She immediately explained, "The lady didn't respond. She might have fallen asleep."
Yin Fengmao frowned but didn't say much.
He knew that some people had poor appetite in the early stages of pregnancy.
But two days ago... he was able to eat and drink, and even clamored for hotpot.
After waving off the nanny and walking to the bedroom on the second floor, he pushed the door open and saw the slightly arched curve of the bed at a glance.
"Wife, get up. I have something to tell you." Yin Fengmao walked to the bedside and said, "Ma Jiancheng is dead. The police said that Taoist Qingcheng—"
The rest of the words suddenly got stuck in his throat and not a single word came out.
Yin Fengmao put his hand on his wife's shoulder, and his wife's thin face was imprinted in his pupils.
That face should have been beautiful and charming, but now, due to excessive weight loss, the skin on her face was wrinkled and drooping, making her look like an octogenarian. At the same time, large patches of dark circles appeared under the woman's eyes, taking away all her spirit.
What was different from her face was her belly.
Two days ago, it was the normal bulge of a two-month pregnancy, but now it seems like there is a ball stuffed in the belly, round and big!
How, how could this happen! This is absolutely unreasonable!
Yin Fengmao's pupils gradually constricted, his throat tightened, and he could barely breathe. His fingers began to tremble wildly, and goose bumps of fear instantly covered every corner of his body. A few seconds seemed like a lifetime before Yin Fengmao finally reacted and sprinted out of the bedroom.
Bang.
The door was slammed shut, causing Yin Fengmao's heart to tremble violently.
He bent over, clutching his chest, and slapped his face, trying to convince himself that he was just hallucinating from drinking too much. But the clear and terrifying scene from before had already begun to replay in his mind.
Yin Fengmao swallowed and squatted on the ground as if he couldn't stand up.
With trembling fingers, he pulled out his phone and, after several clicks, finally found the browser. He began searching online for the entire process of Ma Jiancheng's murder. Unfortunately, there was only a simple police report online, and even less information about Qingcheng.
what to do?
What should I do now?
He wanted to reopen the door, but he didn't have the courage. He could only stand outside the door like a fool, at a loss.
He also wanted to call the hospital, but his wife looked like she was possessed. Could the hospital really help? But if he didn't send her to the hospital and just let her go, his wife would definitely die!
Yin Fengmao seemed to finally come to his senses and switched his phone to the call screen. But just before he dialed for help, the nanny hurried to the stairs, saw him, and immediately said, "Sir, there's a Taoist priest outside who wants to see you."
Taoist priest?!
Could it be Qingcheng?
For a moment, Yin Fengmao didn't care whether Qingcheng was the murderer who killed Ma Jiancheng. He ran downstairs in three or two steps and opened the door with a bang.
When a strange face came into his sight, he was stunned.
Ming Xin was quite calm, flicking the whisk in his hand and changing direction. However, he really didn't want to bow to an ungrateful Phoenix man like Yin Fengmao, so he just bowed symbolically and said, "Hello. I was passing by here and noticed that there is a lot of resentment in your villa, so I came to ask if you can help me."
This sounds mysterious.
Yin Fengmao was already at a loss because of his wife's situation, so he instinctively wanted to recruit a helper who had arrived. However, as he opened his mouth to accept, he suddenly realized that the man in front of him was also a Taoist priest, and his appearance was very abrupt. What if he was also a scammer like Qingcheng?!
Just as this thought was about to occur to him, Ming Xin interrupted him: "Is something wrong with your wife? Take me up there quickly to see her, before she's actually gone."
Yin Fengmao's eyes suddenly widened, and his voice was sharp: "How do you know that something happened to my wife?!"
Mingxin said nonsense: "Because I can calculate it, and I also know that you believed Qingcheng's words and were fooled."
After a pause, he continued, "My name is Mingxin, and I'm a Taoist priest at Liuyun Temple in Jiashan Prefecture. If you don't recognize me, you can search online. I won't lie to you. Take me to see your wife now, it will be too late if you're late."
Liuyun Temple in Jiashan Prefecture.
This Taoist temple is well-known to most people in China.
Yin Fengmao's eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Mingxin. Thinking of his wife's miserable appearance in the bedroom upstairs, he gritted his teeth and finally grabbed Mingxin's arm and pulled him into the villa.
"Master, my wife's condition is really not right now. Please take a good look at her."
In the bedroom on the second floor.
As Yin Fengmao pushed open the door, Mingxin, who was following behind him, was struck in the face by the resentment that surged from the bedroom like a huge wave. He took two steps forward, his gaze fixed on the woman lying on the bed, seemingly lifeless. The thin blanket had fallen to one side, and the curve of her belly was so exaggerated that even her pajamas couldn't cover it.
Yin Fengmao was stunned after just one look: "Why, why does it seem to be bigger again!"
Just one size smaller!
"Because the stuff inside is absorbing nutrients from your wife's body, your wife is so thin, it naturally grows bigger." Ming Xin originally wanted to mock Yin Fengmao, but seeing the current situation, if he continued to nag, he knew that the person would really die. He did not hesitate any longer, and took out a talisman paper from the cuff of his long sleeve with his fingers, threw it in front of Yin Fengmao's wife, and made her stand in the air. He swept the whisk, pinched the seal and shouted, "Appear!"
boom!
Countless black mists suddenly appeared in the tightly closed bedroom.
The black mist floated in every corner and then slowly condensed into one. It had no shape, but it seemed to be struggling and clamoring.
This scene caught Yin Fengmao's eyes and shocked him so much that he almost couldn't breathe.
“This this this this—”
Seeing the middle-aged man pointing at Hei Wu with his fingers trembling like chicken claws, Ming Xin said rudely, "Your beloved son, don't you like him?"
Yin Fengmao: “…”
Ignoring Yin Fengmao's expression of ashamedness, Mingxin pinched his fingers once more and shouted in a low voice, "Stop!"
The swaying black mist seemed to have been paused, its frantic movements subsiding. In contrast, Yin Fengmao's wife's previously peaceful belly suddenly began to change. The taut skin suddenly dented, and a tiny baby's hand slowly emerged. The hand pressed against the inside of her belly, leaving a dark shadow on the outside.
Mingxin narrowed his eyes and thought to himself that it was really no different from what they had guessed.
What was in Yin Fengmao's stomach was actually an evil spirit.
Thinking of what Sang Qiqi said, that the Taoist priests in this organization all like to worship evil spirits, Qing Cheng, as one of them, probably has similar ideas.
There are different ways to worship evil spirits. Some require human bodies as containers, some require human faith and incense money, and some require flesh and blood. Obviously, Qingcheng's evil spirit belongs to the type that eats human flesh and blood.
After confirming what was in Yin Fengmao's wife's stomach, the next most important question became how to lure the evil spirit out.
This is also one of the important reasons why Sang Qiqi handed this matter over to him.
Judging from Sang Qiqi's personality and abilities, she is probably only good at direct digging. Although this method is very efficient, it would kill the mother within a few seconds if used on a human.
They Taoist priests are different.
The work efficiency is a little lower, but it can ensure the life safety of the mother.
Thinking of this, Mingxin turned his head to look at Yin Fengmao, who was completely stunned by the scene before him, and said, "You go out and wait."
Yin Fengmao had been waiting for this sentence.
Knowing that the "son" in his wife's belly had nothing to do with him and might even be a weird thing, he wanted to find a gap to crawl into immediately. Now that Mingxin opened his mouth, he almost crawled to open the door and ran out.
From behind, she looks like a **.
Mingxin curled his lips in disgust, turned around and put his attention back on the business.
He pulled out the talisman again, holding it suspended in the air. Mingxin bit his fingertip and tapped it. The rich scent of blood, like sweet water, spread and intensified, gradually seeping into Yin Fengmao's wife's stomach. The evil spirit that was still struggling inside seemed completely bewitched. The struggle suddenly subsided, but the black energy surrounding the stomach gradually grew thicker.
This is a sign that an evil spirit wants to come out of the woman's belly.
If it figures it out, there are two ways.
One is to directly cut open the mother body from the inside, and the other is to disperse one's own breath and then condense it outside the body.
The former was no longer possible. Yin Fengmao's wife's belly was firmly held by Mingxin's talisman, leaving the evil spirit struggling within. But the blood-attracting trick had clearly worked. Mingxin thought for a moment and decided to bite another finger. The stronger smell of blood further intrigued the evil spirit, and Yin Fengmao's wife's belly visibly shrank.
Mingxin exhaled.
As long as it works.
He bit two more fingers and saw that Yin Fengmao's wife's belly was as flat as that of an ordinary person. The breath of the evil spirit was about to take shape outside. Suddenly, an angry shout came from outside the window. The sound was obviously not very loud, but it was like thunder ringing in Mingxin's ears.
Mingxin paused and watched as the thick black air around him became thinner again, and Yin Fengmao's wife's belly grew bigger again in an instant!
Grass!
Mingxin turned his head suddenly and saw Qingcheng standing in the air outside the glass window with an extremely gloomy look in his eyes.
He swept the whisk in his hand, and countless spikes suddenly shot out from the bright yellow talisman paper in front of him, rushing straight towards Mingxin's face. Mingxin cursed softly, and at that moment, he had no choice but to abandon the evil spirit and protect himself. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.
Sang Qiqi raised her hand and the mist that surged out of her body instantly wrapped around the spikes, but the mist did not swallow up the spikes. When the mist dissipated, the spikes had already turned around and pointed their tips at Qingcheng.
Whether it was Mingxin or Qingcheng, they were obviously stunned when they saw Sang Qiqi suddenly appear.
Ming Xin couldn't control her voice: "Why are you here? How come I didn't notice you?"
Sang Qiqi looked at him and said, "Don't you find it strange that I'm following you? It's not like you were born with the ability to see ghosts."
He was almost telling him to his face that he was not skilled enough.
Mingxin: “…”
Sang Qiqi didn't plan to chat with him any more. She threw down a sentence, "You continue to deal with this evil spirit." Then her figure flashed and immediately disappeared from Mingxin's sight. When she appeared again, she was already behind Qingcheng.
Qingcheng got goosebumps all over his body at this moment, and the radar above his head was blasting alarms like crazy. He turned around suddenly and saw Sang Qiqi smiling at him.
Qingcheng's face darkened.
He actually had contact with Sang Qiqi.
The shadowy figure that had appeared when Meng Zhengxiang asked for his help was the real him. He had originally thought he could easily control Sang Qiqi, but Sang Qiqi hadn't expected a single punch to knock both him and Meng Zhengxiang unconscious. All of Meng Zhengxiang's bones were broken, but he was relatively safe, as he hadn't engaged Sang Qiqi head-on, so he only spat out a few mouthfuls of blood.
Realizing that Sang Qiqi was not easy to mess with, and worried that Sang Qiqi would use Meng Zhengxiang to chase him, he quickly packed up and ran away.
He could hide, but the evil spirit he placed in Yin Fengmao's wife's belly could not hide.
He had spent a lot of effort to obtain the evil spirit. As long as he could cultivate it, he would surely have a place among his peers. So, after thinking it over again and again, he was still reluctant to give up the evil spirit. He could only force the evil spirit to absorb the nutrients and flesh of Yin Fengmao's wife and come out early.
Unfortunately, even though the evil spirits were absorbing the energy quickly enough, it still took two or three days.
It just so happened that during these two or three days, the Taoist priest from Liuyun Temple in Jiashan Prefecture and Sang Qiqi were invited here!
"I advise you not to go against me. I won't hold it against you for killing Meng Zhengxiang, but don't stop me from taking this evil spirit away today!" Qing Cheng held the talisman paper in his hand, acting as if he was ready to fight at any time, but the meaning of his words was completely opposite to his reaction.
Sang Qiqi raised her eyebrows and asked curiously, "What will happen if I go against you? Will my whole family be killed?"
Qing Cheng took a step back calmly: "You can try."
Sang Qiqi shook her head upon hearing this. "If you could make those old men in the underworld die instantly, I might not oppose you. But it's obvious that you don't have that ability."
After saying that, without saying any more nonsense to Qingcheng, Sang Qiqi's figure flashed again and disappeared into the air in an instant.
Qing Cheng's expression changed slightly, and he immediately threw out a piece of talisman paper and shouted loudly: "Show!"
However, the last note lingered in the air, but Sang Qiqi didn't appear. A hand reached out from behind Qingcheng's neck, and slender, white fingers flicked the talisman paper. With a snap, thick black mist fell onto the talisman paper like flames, sizzling and igniting. Just as it nearly burned Qingcheng's fingers, he finally reacted and abruptly tossed the talisman paper aside.
Qingcheng's body quickly moved to the side, putting some distance between him and Sang Qiqi, and he threw the talisman paper into the air again.
Although he still couldn't see Sang Qiqi, he already knew how to deal with her. Several lightning-inducing talismans hovered in the air. After a spell, he swept his whisk across the sky, and the bright sky immediately dimmed. Dark clouds drifted across the sky, and rumbling thunder echoed from behind the clouds, transforming into streaks of silver-white lightning that struck every corner of the villa.
Mingxin's eyelids jumped at the noise, and he felt a little worried about Sang Qiqi. But then he realized that she didn't seem to be using all her strength in the fight with Meng Zhengxiang, so she should be fine. He exhaled, flicked his wrist slightly, and threw out a few more talismans, outlining the safe area around him, and focused all his attention on the evil spirit.
Elsewhere, countless silver lightning bolts descended from the sky like snakes, filling the surrounding space. Strangely, none of them struck the hidden Sang Qiqi. Instead, Yin Fengmao's wails continued, one after another, without interruption.
Shit! It didn't work!
Qing Cheng cursed in his heart and was about to turn around when he suddenly felt a terrible force behind him.
Bang.
His palm was pressed against his back, and he was completely defenseless when his soul was grabbed by a hand.
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