Chapter 72 Wedding and mourning (3)
After the breakfast shop owner asked Yan Shixun for help, he quickly locked the door of the breakfast shop with trembling hands. Without even taking time to clean up, he impatiently took Yan Shixun to his home.
Because the boss escaped from the village with his wife and witnessed the cruelty inflicted on his wife's family in the village, he has not dared to go back for all these years. As for his household registration, he has not been able to get it, so he can only rent a house deep in the old city.
Yan Shixun and Ye Li followed the boss into the dimly lit alley. Occasionally they had to move sideways to avoid bicycles passing by, and because they were too tall they had to lower their heads to avoid a few wires that occasionally fell from the dense and messy wires above.
Ye Li had never been in such an environment before, and he was tall and slender, so when he walked through the narrow path, he felt a sense of grievance as if his long arms and legs were curled up, which made Yan Shixun next to him laugh.
"Is this your first time in a place like this?" Yan Shixun quickly pulled Ye Li over, and kept his back against the wall, avoiding the yellow-haired gangster who was speeding past on a modified motorcycle, and avoided being scratched by the car.
The gangster gave Ye Li a glare and muttered something dirty.
Yan Shixun, who had long been accustomed to walking the streets to help people exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts, had seen all kinds of people, good and evil, and did not care about the little gangster.
Ye Li just raised his eyelashes, glanced coldly in the direction where the gangster left, and then turned his gaze back to Yan Shixun's hand that was holding his.
"Because of you, I have experienced many firsts." Ye Li naturally raised his hand to brush away the wall dust that fell on Yan Shixun's shoulders, with a smile in his eyes: "You seem to be used to this environment? Yan Shixun, did you come here often before? I heard from the man in the breakfast shop that you helped his family exorcise evil spirits before?"
"As you can see."
Yan Shixun shrugged and shook off Ye Li's hand on his shoulder. He didn't like people getting too close to him. "Didn't you see it at Wild Wolf Peak before? Or do you think it's really an anime figure? Atheist?"
"Rather than helping the rich to change their fortunes, look at Feng Shui and ancestral graves, I prefer to help those who really need help to exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts."
Yan Shixun's voice was indifferent, as if he was used to what he had been doing for many years: "Many atheists have nowhere to turn to when they encounter things beyond their own cognition, and they don't know how to get rid of those things. And if they encounter wronged souls and evil ghosts, it will harm their lives over time. So for them, the matter is more urgent."
"Those who like to find someone to look at Feng Shui and change their fate usually have connections to find truly powerful people, but this is not the case for ordinary people. Rather than letting them go to those street scammers who are not kind enough to help them, wasting time and not being able to get help in time, it is better for me to walk around in these places. If they really need me, then the guidance of heaven and earth will naturally let me meet them."
Yan Shixun turned his head slightly and smiled nonchalantly: "Why, am I similar to how you imagined me?"
"I see you've been observing me, what do you want to see?"
"No matter how I imagine it, it can't compare to the amazement and awe I feel when I see you in person." Ye Li frowned, and his deep and magnetic voice was mixed with an imperceptible softness: "I'm afraid that if I tell you the truth about this question, you will think I'm lying."
"—I just wanted to see you."
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows: "Is this the reason why you came to my house so early in the morning? Tell me, how did you know my address?"
Ye Li borrowed Yan Shixun's answer and said, "Because I need you, the guidance of fate allowed me to find you."
"I see." Yan Shixun was not moved at all and nodded: "Is this the address you asked Zhang Wubing for? That little fool, I guess you can just trick him out with a simple trick."
"The only one who knows my address is that little idiot."
Ye Li did not deny: "Zhang Wubing is a very good person."
Yan Shixun sneered.
At this moment, the boss who was leading the way stopped at the door of an old building and said anxiously, "Mr. Yan, this is it. My home is on the fourth floor. My Hua'er is at home. I locked the door in case she runs away. Please go up and help her."
Yan Shixun agreed, raised his long legs, stepped over the debris in the middle of the road, and walked towards the small building.
“Ah——! Mouth, my mouth, ah!!!”
A scream came from not far behind.
Yan Shixun took a glance and saw that it was the modified motorcycle of the yellow-haired gangster that had crashed into the trash can. He was not injured anywhere else, but his mouth was full of blood. His face was twisted in pain, and he held his hands under his mouth, and several white spots were spit out.
Combined with the inarticulate screams, it seems that several teeth have been knocked out, and he will have to get them fixed.
Yan Shixun looked back at Ye Li with some doubt, but Ye Li looked back at him as if nothing had happened, with an expression without any emotion, as if he didn't know anything about it.
The gangster cursed someone dirty and was immediately hit on the mouth... Is that a coincidence?
Yan Shixun turned his gaze back in confusion, and without asking Ye Li, he followed his boss upstairs.
There were debris piled up in the corridor, and the newspapers pasted on the window glass were half-fallen off. It was difficult to see clearly in the dim light, as if there were ghosts standing silently in the darkness, looking at the newcomers eerily.
"I know Yang Duo blames me, and she should blame me. Later, I never dared to go back to the village and failed to bring her out. But her sister, Hua'er, knew nothing about this. She is innocent and shouldn't be like this. During this period of time, Hua'er hardly slept for a whole day. She was always woken up by fright just after falling asleep, and her spirits were very bad. Yang Duo occupied Hua'er's body and refused to eat. She always ate candles and dirt when I was not at home, causing her health to get worse and worse..."
Maybe because he was used to walking that way, the boss didn't notice the darkness in the corridor, but kept muttering about his wife at home, worrying about her.
When he arrived at the door, Yan Shixun saw the appearance of the house clearly.
The red spring couplets on the outside of the iron gate had faded and turned almost white, contrasting with the black ink characters. They did not show the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival, but instead looked like mourning couplets that would only be hung at funerals. The surrounding walls were so dirty due to their age that their original color could not be seen. There were black mottled lines and water stains on them, like the cold blue-black skin of a dead body, with blue veins winding on them.
"Mr. Yan, don't scare you later."
The boss hesitated for a moment before opening the door. "Because I was worried that Yang Duo would continue to eat candles and dirt, and I was also afraid that she would run away, I had no choice but to tie her to the bed with a quilt."
Behind the iron gate, a messy little house appeared in front of the few people.
You can see that the cottage was originally tidy, but now, the flower pots have fallen from the balcony and broken into pieces on the ground, with dirt scattered all over the ground. It also looks like someone took dirt and threw it everywhere, and the furniture and the ground are all over it, making it look dirty.
The curtains were tightly closed, blocking out the morning sun, and the room was as dim as night. The knitted fabric that was supposed to be on the sofa was also pulled down and thrown all over the floor. As for some small ornaments, they were swept off the cabinets and rolled all over the floor. The furniture and cabinets fell on the messy floor, looking like they had been through a fierce battle.
The boss was stunned by this scene for a moment, then his face changed drastically and he rushed directly to the bedroom: "Hua'er, Hua'er!"
However, the bedroom was empty and there was no one in sight.
The wife who was tied to the bed before the boss left has disappeared. Only the messy bed and the torn quilt prove that someone had indeed slept here.
"Mr. Yan, what do you think we should do?" The boss was so anxious that he almost cried.
After searching the whole house and calling out his wife's name but failing to find her, the boss could only ask Yan Shixun for help: "This is terrible. Hua'er must have run away by herself when I wasn't home. What should I do? If I don't find Hua'er in time, she might stuff those inedible things into her stomach again. It would be even worse if she ran out onto the street and got hit by a car."
However, Yan Shixun was not at all panicked. From beginning to end, he only showed a hint of surprise when he first stepped into the house, and then he regained his composure. While his boss was searching everywhere, he was calmly checking the house for signs of a fight.
He squatted down, stretched out his hand and easily lifted the cabinet that was pressed on the ground and lifted it aside, revealing the area covered by the cabinet. There, in addition to the soil scattered from the flowerpot, if you look closely, you can also see some light gray ashes, like the embers of burning yellow paper.
Yan Shixun picked up a little with his slender fingers, slowly twisted it between his fingertips, and confirmed that it was the ash left over from the burning talisman.
But according to the boss, his wife Yang Hua was possessed by her sister Yang Duo who died decades ago, so she would not take the initiative to approach the talisman. The fact that this pool of cigarette ash appeared in the center of the living room must have been brought by someone else.
Moreover, judging from the fighting situation at home and the footprints on the ground, the two people must have had a fierce battle at home, and each of them wanted to take the other's life without holding back at all.
One of them was a tall man. Judging from his movements, he should be young and a little irritable.
He was carrying a talisman with him, so he must be someone in the circle, but he was inexperienced in exorcism. He lost his balance several times and fell on the sofa and coffee table, smashing the furniture and injuring himself. The broken glass of the coffee table was still stained with fresh blood. After being injured, this person struggled in the house for a long time, and the blood dripped everywhere.
The other one should be Yang Duo, who occupied the body of the boss’s wife.
From the boss's narration and what he had seen before, Yan Shixun judged that Yang Hua cherished this hard-earned happiness very much. From the decorations and handmade fabrics in the house, it can be seen that the hostess valued and loved the family. If Yang Hua herself had mental problems, she would not be so careless about the fights at home and ruined the originally warm little home.
Yan Shixun was thinking along the blood drops that were dripping in the house. He reconstructed the scene of the fight between the two men in his mind through the angles of each collapsed furniture and the mess on the ground. He analyzed it frame by frame, trying to deduce the identity of the person other than Yang Duo.
The traces of blood finally disappeared at the window.
Yan Shixun raised his head and squinted his eyes slightly in the wind blowing in from the half-open window: "Boss, did you open the window when you left this morning?"
It was early autumn, and although it wasn't too cold, the night wind was noticeably chilly. The boss had to set up the breakfast stall very early, and if he left home at that time, he wouldn't leave with the windows wide open if there was a weak patient at home.
Sure enough, the boss, who was originally worried about his wife's whereabouts, came over in confusion after hearing Yan Shixun's words. When he saw the open window, he was a little confused: "I don't have it..."
Immediately, the boss realized something and his face changed drastically: "Did Huaer jump out of the window?"
"Don't worry. The one controlling your wife's body is her sister. She has been dead for decades but still has the strength to take over. She even came all the way from the village in the south to Binhai City. This shows that your wife's sister is quite powerful. With her around, your wife won't get into trouble by jumping off a building. Although she will inevitably get some minor injuries, you don't have to worry about anything else."
Yan Shixun looked down through the window and saw a dent on the garbage pile downstairs that had obviously been hit by a heavy object.
Yan Shixun had seen the boss's wife, Yang Hua, before. She was a slim person. Moreover, the boss said that Yang Hua had lost so much weight recently that she was almost unrecognizable. With Yang Hua's weight, it was impossible for her to make such a big hole. It seemed that another person was left behind.
And it was that person who jumped out of the window first, and then was chased by Yang Duo from behind.
——So, the exorcist who originally wanted to exorcise the evil spirit was chased by the ghost instead?
If this is true, then Yang Duo's power should not be underestimated.
Is it because of the experience of being buried alive as a sacrifice decades ago that Yang Duo harbors resentment, which is why he is so powerful?
Yan Shixun frowned and thought, then turned and walked towards the bedroom: "Boss, you said before that you went to Haiyun Temple to ask for a talisman? Where is it hanging? Show me."
Although he was more anxious about his wife's whereabouts now, when he heard Yan Shixun's voice, the boss, who was at a loss, still trusted Yan Shixun over the years, and moved the bedside table away, pointing to the talisman he had secretly hung on the bedside and showing it to Yan Shixun: "Mr. Yan, this is it..."
The boss's voice stopped abruptly, the finger pointing at the talisman trembled violently, and his pupils contracted.
The yellow talisman that had been hanging here for more than ten days without any change has now turned into a handful of ashes and fallen into the gap.
If the talisman used to exorcise ghosts had not encountered a ghost, how could it have been triggered and taken effect, burning into a little ash?
Yan Shixun also saw the ashes.
really.
He thought to himself that it seemed that Yang Duo had completely taken control of his sister Yang Hua's body, which might have leaked out ghost energy, and attracted the attention of the ghost exorcist who happened to pass by. So he came up to exorcise the ghost, but he didn't expect Yang Duo's power to be so strong, so he had to run away in a panic.
After roughly deducing what had happened from the traces left in the house, Yan Shixun asked the boss: "You said before that your wife eats candles? Is there any candle at home? Give me one."
"Yes, there are. When the old lady next door died, her family bought too much and gave me the remaining ones, telling me to keep them for use in case of a power outage at home." The boss took out half a pack of white candles and handed them to Yan Shixun: "I wonder if they are the kind Mr. Yan wants? They are all white candles for funerals."
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows and looked at his boss with surprise, but he did not refuse. He took out a candle and held it in his hand: "Since you knew it was a white candle for memorial service, why did you keep it at home? It's okay for others, but you have seen the big memorial service in the village, haven't you? Since you knew that your wife's family died tragically, didn't you think that they would come back? Don't you avoid it?"
After hearing Yan Shixun's question, the boss finally realized what was going on. He suddenly realized and regretted: "I thought these candles could still be used, so I didn't want to throw them away, and I could save some money. It turns out that I was wrong! Then, could this be the reason why my flowers got into trouble?"
"That's not the case." Yan Shixun comforted the boss, holding a candle in one hand and making hand gestures with the other, silently reciting the Five Thunder Curse. Suddenly the candle was lit, and a puff of black smoke wafted out from the wick.
"I will help you find your wife now, don't worry."
The black smoke did not disperse, but kept floating in one direction, and did not disappear as the burning stabilized. Instead, as Yan Shixun turned his body with the black smoke and adjusted the direction he was facing, the black smoke became thicker or thinner, as if reminding Yan Shixun whether the direction he was facing was correct.
The boss, who had never seen such a scene, was stunned. For a moment, he could only nod his head and stare blankly at Yan Shixun walking in the direction of the candle smoke.
Yan Shixun pulled open the half-open window, holding a candle in one hand, raised his long legs and stepped on the windowsill, turned slightly, and raised his chin to Ye Li who had been quietly following behind him: "Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."
Ye Li nodded, without questioning or stopping, and said calmly: "Okay."
The boss, on the other hand, suddenly came to his senses and looked at Yan Shixun in horror: "Yan, Mr. Yan, you are not going to jump down, are you? I am on the fourth floor... Shit!!"
Before the boss could finish his words, Yan Shixun stepped on the windowsill and used the force to push off, then leaped down nimbly. His hair was blown by the wind, leaving an afterimage through the glass.
It quickly disappeared out of the window.
The boss was so frightened that his heart almost stopped beating. He rushed to the window in fear, almost rolling over, and stretched his head to look down through the window.
But Yan Shixun stepped steadily on the narrow awning on the second floor, and with a little lightness he dissipated the force of the impact. Then he used the force to change the direction and jumped directly out, avoiding falling into the garbage heap downstairs.
The candle in his hand was still burning and emitting black smoke, and was not blown out by the strong wind when he jumped down.
After taking a few glances at the grooves that had been smashed into the garbage heap, Yan Shixun quickly followed the direction indicated by the black smoke from the candle and left.
The boss was stunned and lay on the windowsill for a long time, unable to recover.
"He just thought that going directly through the window would be the shortest distance."
Ye Li also slowly walked to the edge of the window, lowered his eyes and looked down, his narrow black eyes filled with smiles: "How cute."
But for some reason, even though the person next to him was smiling, the boss still shuddered. He felt as if the aura of the person next to him was suffocating him and making it difficult for him to breathe.
The boss quickly took several steps back and hid in the corner, only then did he feel a little relieved and felt that he could breathe smoothly again.
Is this gentleman a colleague of Mr. Yan? He seems to be as capable as Mr. Yan.
The boss looked at Ye Li's back with lingering fear, thinking secretly in his heart, but he was also a little relieved because of the presence of two masters who he thought were very powerful. It seems that his flower will definitely be found, so there is no need to worry.
After Yan Shixun's figure disappeared from his sight and was blocked by a building not far away, Ye Li turned his eyes slightly and glanced at the boss who had retreated not far away.
A cold snort came out of Ye Li's throat. His deep, magnetic voice was so cold that it could almost freeze a person's soul.
"Don't you have any sense of cause and effect, Yang Guang?"
He asked.
The boss' body suddenly stiffened, his pupils constricted, and he looked at Ye Li with disbelief and fear: "You, what do you know..."
…
Following the black smoke from the candle, Yan Shixun turned a few streets and soon found the place the candle had directed him to at the edge of the old city.
But what he saw was not Yang Hua, but another young man.
The young man, wearing a beautiful and trendy outfit and with his hair curled, looks even more handsome with his already handsome face. He would be mistaken for a star if he walked down the street, and people would think he should be in those magnificent and prosperous places.
But at this moment, he was lying on the side of the alley in a disheveled state. His originally beautiful clothes were stained by moss and dirt, and his clothes at the elbows had been torn. The blood seeping from them soaked the clothes and stained the wall. There was also a little ash on his white cuffs.
It seems that this person is the other one who was fighting with Yang Duo in the house.
Yan Shixun looked around and found nothing unusual. Yang Duo, who had come here following the guidance of the candle, was nowhere to be seen.
The candle no longer emitted black smoke, as if it felt that its mission according to the command of the talisman had been completed and no longer guided the direction.
People who occasionally passed by here just thought that the person lying on the side of the road had passed out in a fight, and those who didn't want to cause trouble would stay away from him.
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows helplessly, blew out the candle, and looked down at the man: "Although I really want to leave you here, it seems that I am the only one who can save you?"
The young man had a pale face and black lips. He was unconscious on the ground and had no consciousness at all. He would not respond to Yan Shixun.
Tsk.
It would be better to let Ye Li come with him, and he could find someone to do the hard labor. He really didn't want to carry this person who had little to do with him back.
Yan Shixun sighed, bent down, grabbed the man's coat collar, and dragged him across the bumpy gravel road towards the breakfast shop owner's house.
This saves a lot of effort.
Yan Shixun thought so expressionlessly, his slender fingers calculating flexibly, occasionally drawing straight lines of varying lengths on his thighs, calculating Yang Duo's location on the spot.
However, the hexagram showed that Yang Duo was missing, but another person who was very close to Yang Duo returned home.
Yan Shixun paused.
The closest people...brothers and sisters, are Yang Hua.
After the breakfast shop owner went home, Yang Duo completely controlled Yang Hua's body and appeared outside. However, Yang Hua, who was thinking about her own little home, seemed to have noticed this. Because of her husband's anxiety and worry, she wanted to go home, so she broke free from Yang Duo's control and went home by herself...
When Yan Shixun dragged the unconscious stranger back to the downstairs of the breakfast shop owner's house, he saw the woman lying at the door from afar.
Yang Hua, who was once considered pretty, was indeed as the breakfast shop owner said, her spirit had been drained out of her body and she was so thin that she looked unrecognizable. From a distance, Yang Hua's skinny body, almost skin and bones, looked like a skeleton, lying in the darkness of the shadow, swallowed by the black hole of the building entrance.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her eye sockets were sunken and black, her lips were bloodless, and her face was sallow. If you didn't look closely, her chest didn't even rise or fall, and you would almost think she was a dead body.
"Yang Guang."
Yan Shixun did not rush over and pick up Yang Hua, but stopped a few meters away and shouted the name of the breakfast shop owner.
After deliberately sinking his qi into his dantian and injecting it with power that was flowing through his meridians, his voice was extremely penetrating and instantly reached the ears of the breakfast shop owner on the fourth floor from downstairs.
"Your wife is downstairs. Come down and bring her up."
Soon, the iron gate was pushed open with a "bang", followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.
The breakfast shop owner ran down from upstairs in a hurry. When he saw his wife lying on the ground, he was surprised and worried. He cried out in a crying voice: "Hua'er, Hua'er, what's wrong with you?"
"Take her upstairs and put her in the bedroom first, and I'll go up later." Yan Shixun's voice was calm: "She is exhausted now, and because she was possessed by a ghost, her yin energy is strong and her yang energy is weak. Other people's yang energy is too strong, and it will hurt her if they get close to her."
"Don't just cry. If your wife is left on the ground freezing like this, it will be a problem."
Yan Shixun's calm voice barely calmed the breakfast shop owner. He wiped his tears and carried his wife upstairs.
After waiting for a while and hearing the creaking sound of the iron door coming from upstairs, Yan Shixun took a step and walked towards the door of the building carrying the stranger in his hand.
However, the moment he stepped through the door, Yan Shixun's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he looked straight up into the darkness in the corner inside the door.
In the dim light, a woman in a red wedding dress with loose hair, pale face, dark eye sockets, and blood-red lips stood in the darkness, her red embroidered shoes looming under her skirt, floating in the air.
The woman looked at Yan Shixun and the person he was holding in his hand with resentment and hatred without saying a word.
"Yang Duo?" Yan Shixun was not startled, but calmly asked back: "Since you are already dead, why are you clinging to the living and why don't you leave?"
The woman in red had pure black eyes without whites and she looked at Yan Shixun hatefully.
But when Yan Shixun blinked and looked again, there was nothing in the darkness. Only his eyes, which had slowly adapted after suddenly walking from a brightly lit place into a dimly lit place, could see a red plastic clothes hanger thrown in the corner, with a piece of rag hanging on it, like the hem of a woman's skirt.
It seems as if everything is just an illusion.
Yan Shixun paused for a moment, then continued walking up the stairs without being affected at all.
The old building was dilapidated, the stairs were narrow and dark, and the newspapers on the windows had long been old and yellowed, half falling off, making a "rustling" sound as the wind blew. In the corners where no light could reach, the discarded debris was like a distorted human figure, clinging to the wall, quietly watching everything with eyes like glass beads...
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When Lu Xingxing woke up, he felt as if his whole body had been run over by a truck. Every bone made a protesting "crackling" sound, and his muscles ached as if someone had taken them away and made them into pickled pork and then given them back to him.
He groaned in pain, turned over and sat up with difficulty, raised his hands to cover his eyes, and tried to recall what had just happened with his aching brain.
He remembered that he seemed to have heard about the deeds of his great-grandmaster Li Chengyun from his master and great-grandmaster, and that his master and great-grandmaster had always praised his great-grandmaster's disciple.
So, not convinced, he decided to find the apprentice on his own and compete with him to see if the apprentice was as good as the master said. Why did the master scold him every day when he caught him, but nodded repeatedly to the apprentice of his uncle?
After struggling to figure out the man's approximate address, he sneaked over. Unexpectedly, the man lived in an old city with a mixed population and complex residential areas. He walked for a long time but couldn't find the place. It was like he had accidentally entered the Bagua formation of Qimen Dunjia and couldn't find the exit at all.
So, he got lost in the old city. Even if he turned on the map navigation, because there were too many small roads and alleys here, the navigation was in a semi-ineffective state, and repeatedly led him to a dead end, which was really a lack of virtue.
But at this moment, he suddenly noticed a strong ghostly aura coming from the side, so he rushed over and happened to meet a woman with a ghostly aura at the door.
He was furious when he thought of his master saying that he had not yet completed his apprenticeship and would be chased by ghosts if he went to catch ghosts. So, he got hot-blooded and took out the yellow talisman he carried with him and rushed towards the woman, and they started fighting.
However, that woman seemed to be extremely strong, and the talismans given by his master could not resist her at all. He was also injured, and could only jump off the building to escape in desperation from the woman. However, he was still chased and injured repeatedly.
The last scene before he lost consciousness was that the woman suddenly stopped in front of him with her ferocious face showing her fangs and claws, and looked back.
He had no recollection of what happened afterwards.
Lu Xingxing covered his face and smiled bitterly.
Master, it really is true what you said, if you catch ghosts, you will only be chased by them...
"Awake? If you're awake, get up. Is it so comfortable lying on the ground?"
A magnetic male voice with a teasing smile came from above my head.
Lu Xingxing put down her hands that were covering her eyes in confusion, and saw the man sitting idly on the sofa next to her.
The man was wearing a simple black short-sleeved shirt and boot-shaped pants. He had his long legs crossed and one leg raised. He was leisurely supporting his perfectly shaped chin with his palm and looking at him.
That highly recognizable handsome face full of arrogance and unruliness, it must be Yan Shixun that I saw on that variety show before or someone else!
Lu Xingxing's eyes narrowed, his face filled with shock and anger.
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows: "I dragged you back with all my strength, but I dragged back an ungrateful person? What's wrong with your expression? Do you think I made a mistake in saving you? Then I can drag you back now."
As he said that, Yan Shixun stood up from the sofa, as if he was going to drag Lu Xingxing away again.
"Wait a minute!" Lu Xingxing put on a defensive posture, pointed at Yan Shixun and asked, "Aren't you in the show? Why are you here?"
Lu Xingxing looked around and realized that he was actually in the place where he had just trembled with the evil ghost. He immediately became more alert and supported himself on the ground with both hands and tried to get up: "Did you know there is a ghost here? How dare you come here? You are really brave."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he fell to the ground again with shaking hands because his arms had no strength.
Yan Shixun was a little surprised: "Few people think it's wrong for me to appear in a place with ghosts. And from your tone, have you watched that variety show?"
"Don't worry, you don't have to worry about ghosts for now, just worry about yourself." Yan Shixun raised his hand and pointed at Lu Xingxing's arm: "I'll use a spell to stop the bleeding and disinfect it to prevent infection. You can do the rest yourself, do you know how to bandage it?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Xingxing subconsciously lowered his head and saw that his arm was no longer bleeding.
"You saved me?" Lu Xingxing was a little dazed: "You also know the hemostasis spell? Are you really as powerful as you appear in the show?"
"You haven't completed your apprenticeship yet, have you? Next time you encounter an evil spirit, don't rush at it out of hot-bloodedness. Go home and find your master. It's better than losing your life."
Seeing that Lu Xingxing had woken up and there was nothing wrong with his speech and logic, Yan Shixun thought that the ghost energy had not invaded too much and the impact was not great. He no longer focused his attention on him, but left a word of advice and turned to the other side.
The boss was squatting outside the bedroom, crying silently and looking dazed.
His wife Yang Hua had fallen into a deep sleep in the bedroom after Yan Shixun had recited a calming talisman to her. She had not slept during this period and the ghost spirit had entered her body, completely depleting all her yang energy. She was as cold and withered as a dead person, and was sleeping very deeply at this time.
And just now, Yan Shixun also took the opportunity to exorcise the evil spirit for Yang Hua, and he did it while she was sleeping, so that she would not suffer so much that her weak body could not bear.
"I have used cinnabar to draw talismans to ward off evil spirits on the walls of your house. Remember not to splash water on or rub off the patterns. As long as the talismans are there, Yang Duo can't get close to your wife."
Yan Shixun squatted down in front of the boss, looked him straight in the face and said, "But this is only a temporary solution, not a permanent one. We need to appease the dead person's resentment and demands before she can completely stop bothering your wife and you can resume your normal lives."
"I'll go back to your village and take a look. Since Yang Duo's body is buried there, the solution can only be found there."
The boss was trembling all over, and he just kept nodding his head to thank Yan Shixun: "Thank you, Mr. Yan, thank you..."
But suddenly, the boss's eyes accidentally glanced behind Yan Shixun, but suddenly froze, his eyes widened.
Yan Shixun noticed something was wrong and immediately turned around to look.
Outside the window not far away, a pale woman's face was pressed against the glass, looking into the room with resentful eyes. However, the white walls of the room were covered with bright red talismans.
A smile appeared on the corner of Yan Shixun's lips.
"Yang Duo, I'm here to see you."
The author has something to say: Others: Being chased by a ghost and running away
Brother Yan: Excited to Chase Ghosts
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