Chapter 67 Miserable, miserable, miserable!
That night, the guests of Yixiangzhai witnessed with their own eyes the successor, who was said to be even better than his predecessor, leaving in a hurry with his men. But an hour later, he returned to the store dejectedly and went straight upstairs.
"How is Xingxing? Is it resolved?" When Fang's mother saw someone coming back, she hurried to greet him.
Fang Nanxing shook his head, bit his lower lip, and didn't know how to start.
"The manager of that escape room store is dead, and the store is currently sealed off. No one is allowed in or out. We have to find a way to get in and get rid of the evil spirits that are harming people." Qin Qinsen explained, signaling Fang's mother to stay calm. "I'll be there..."
"In that case, what are your thoughts, my friend?"
The man who was speaking had a goatee, was wearing a Zhongshan suit, and had half black and half white hair neatly tied into a low ponytail at the back of his head.
Qin Qinsen raised his eyebrows and looked at Fang's mother, who was feeling a little embarrassed.
"This is Master Qingyang, a disciple of the Zhang family." Fang's mother smiled and explained, "I was worried that Xiao Qin would be too busy, so one more person means more strength."
The rule in the industry is to not bother two people with the same problem. This isn't a group monster hunt, so there's no such thing as strength in numbers.
"Don't panic, my friend. I'll summon the gods and go to the shop to find out what's going on. Then I'll just tie up the evil spirit and bring it over."
Not to mention Qin Qinsen, even Teng Su and Hong Guangbai looked at Master Qingyang with strange eyes, as if he had suddenly grown two heads and eight mouths, and was talking nonsense like a train.
Before Qin Qinsen could speak, Boss Huang stepped forward and asked, "Do you mean we should leave?"
Very straightforward, without any dragging of words.
If Boss Huang hadn't seen Fang Nanxing go to Siyun Village to buy paper money and burial clothes for himself and thought it was outrageous, and hadn't chatted with him for a few more words, he wouldn't have brought him to see Qin Qinsen. If he had known that the Fang family had invited someone else, he would definitely not have gotten involved.
The group walked straight out.
When passing by Master Qingyang, Qin Qinsen suddenly said, "You can't do a job without a diamond drill. Your luck has run out."
"Young man." Master Qingyang stroked his beard, as if he was impressed by Qin Qinsen's youthful vigor. He smiled and shook his head, looking very sage-like.
But Fang Nanxing found him annoying no matter how he looked at him. Didn’t he see that Brother Qin was driven away by him?
"Mom! What are you doing?"
"You don't understand. This isn't something anyone can do. Just like your father's cooking skills, without ten or eight years of accumulation, there's no way he could have such a reputable reputation. Master Qingyang had other plans today, so I had to persuade him to come."
Thinking of the earnest money and expedited fees she had paid, Fang's mother would be lying if she said she wasn't heartbroken. Therefore, her expectations of Master Qingyang grew even stronger.
But Fang Nanxing didn't appreciate it. "Then tell me, what's going on with me now?"
Master Qingyang circled Fang Nanxing several times, his expression growing increasingly stern. His footsteps grew heavier, and Fang Nanxing stood still with his chin raised, letting the goateed man squeak at him. Seeing this, Fang's mother panicked, "Master, what have you discovered?"
"Tsk tsk tsk." Master Qingyang shook his head and sighed, his gaze lingering on Fang Nanxing's forehead and between his eyebrows, "Miserable, miserable, miserable!"
He said these three miserable words, which frightened Fang's mother out of her wits. "Then, then you should think of a solution quickly! Money is not a problem, as long as we can save Xingxing!"
"It's very troublesome."
His fingers kept curling and uncurling his beard, and he felt very distressed.
"Just tell me, I'm not afraid of trouble."
The worst that could happen is death, Fang Nanxing thought somewhat naively. Anyway, he had already prepared paper money and funeral clothes for himself in Siyun Village. Later, he would buy a big villa with a full set of kitchen utensils, so he wouldn't be bored there.
Master Qingyang remained silent for a long time, which made Fang's mother very anxious. At this moment, Fang Yuncheng, who had a chance to relax, came to the lounge and saw the calculating goatee and the panicked Fang mother.
There were only three people in the huge lounge, and Teng Su and others who were mentioned by his son on the phone earlier were nowhere to be seen.
Fang Yuncheng's heart skipped a beat. He was about to speak when his mother interrupted him. "You stupid fool! Your son is almost dead and you didn't even bother to come and see him. All you know is cooking. Can you cook like a god?"
"Nonsense!" Fang Yuncheng, who was always afraid of his wife, shouted and asked, "Where are President Teng and the others?"
"I was pissed off by this guy with a curly beard." Fang Nanxing figured it out. He accepted the fact that his own mother had betrayed her son.
"What, Mr. Teng? You still have the heart to care about others?" Fang's mother paused, remembering the amulet hanging from her son's neck spontaneously combusting when he entered the house. It was an heirloom, and in the past, when it encountered trouble, it would at most cause a fever. But it actually burned to ashes on her son's body.
For this reason, Fang's mother could only seek help everywhere, but she had no way to find one.
After much difficulty, she found Master Qingyang who was doing feng shui reading on the recommendation of others. She was willing to pay any extra money as long as it could save her son's life.
Seeing his wife clearly losing her mind with anxiety, Fang Yuncheng slapped his thigh and was about to speak when he heard Master Qingyang say, "Xiao Fang will not live long. I will call on the gods and send heavenly soldiers and generals to investigate."
Fang's mother responded quickly, serving tea and water and asking what preparations were needed so that she could make arrangements.
"No need, it's a small matter."
As he spoke, Master Qingyang took a horse stance, his eyes tightly closed, made hand gestures, and muttered something. When he became excited, he shook his head nervously, stamped his left foot three times, suddenly opened his eyes, and shouted, "Come quickly, go!"
Seeing this scene, Fang Yuncheng frowned, turned around and left, while Fang Nanxing, the victim, sat beside him and watched the actions of the people in the field.
The room was very quiet for a moment, with only the sound of Fang's mother's footsteps pacing back and forth.
"Mom, stop shaking."
"You damn child, let's see if you dare to go out and mess around again in the future!" Fang's mother was anxious and angry.
"We've already called on the gods, so just wait." He wanted to see what this so-called master could summon.
Less than five minutes later, Master Qingyang's eyes, which had been wide open, closed again, and his head shook even more violently. "Collect!"
I don’t know what he collected. Maybe his eyes were dry from staring for too long?
Fang Nanxing complained in his heart that no matter how Chinese he dressed, it was useless as he was not as good as Brother Qin in the afternoon.
In the past few days, whenever he carefully recalled the scene in the secret room, he would feel suffocated, his vision would go black, and his mind would go blank. Apart from remembering the female ghost flying, everything else was blank. He couldn't even remember how they got out of the secret room or how they got home.
Brother Qin rescued him from the brink of death with just one action and one word.
But he couldn't blame his mother for bringing this obviously liar here like a headless fly to save him. He could only blame his bad luck. Perhaps the King of Hell was impressed by his cooking skills and wanted him to join the kitchen team.
"The heavenly soldiers and generals have already found out the truth." Master Qingyang closed his eyes and muttered to himself for a long time before speaking. "Mr. Xiaofang was born with a noble fate, which always arouses the jealousy of the souls of the dead. So they are waiting for an opportunity to force Mr. Xiaofang's soul out of his body so that he can take over his place."
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