Chapter 38 President: Give me back my certificate!
In the closed attic, the five coffins began to move without wind, especially the largest coffin in the middle, which actually made a "bang bang bang" sound from inside.
The talisman paper stuck on the coffin kept turning black and cracking, and even the lines drawn with cinnabar changed color.
Immediately afterwards, there were several dull thuds as the coffins fell to the ground one after another. In this empty villa, the sound was particularly harsh.
Zheng Xinhou, who was downstairs, heard the noise and his face instantly lost all color. He hurriedly ordered Old Xu: "Go up and take a look!"
However, at this moment, Old Xu could hardly protect himself. Unlike Zheng Xinhou who had so many treasures to protect him, he had nothing on him.
"Sir, I, I really am..." Old Xu's eyes rolled around and cold sweat soaked his clothes. Now that things have come to this, he can only apologize to his boss!
He turned his head suddenly and ran downstairs quickly. He wanted to escape from this villa and couldn't stay here for a moment!
Zheng Xinhou never expected that his usually loyal butler would abandon him and run away at this moment. He was so angry that he cursed: "You son of a bitch, I pay you so much salary, and you dare to run away! Do you think you can escape?"
"You're on your own! I'm just an employee!" Old Xu ran wildly, begging for mercy incoherently. "Grandmothers, grandfathers, and aunts, please let me go! I don't know anything! I'm just a housekeeper! It's all my husband's fault. Go find him! Don't look for me!"
Only a ghost would want to look at those coffins every day. Because of them, the villa couldn't afford permanent servants, only part-time workers. He always sat guarding the attic door, afraid that someone would break in without knowing. He was terrified every day. If it weren't for the high salary, he would have quit long ago.
He was in a panic and bumped into things several times, but he seemed not to feel any pain and just kept running out.
Unfortunately, before he could reach the gate, he heard a loud bang. The door of the hall was suddenly blown shut by a gust of cold wind, and a dark shadow suddenly lay on the glass.
Wearing shrouds, long hair, pale complexion and red cheeks, he looks like a paper figure burned for the dead.
In the middle of the night, the housekeeper suddenly saw something so strange that he was so frightened that he almost ran away. "Ghost! There's a ghost!"
The housekeeper was so frightened that he ran back screaming, tears and snot streaming uncontrollably.
At the same time, the locked door upstairs snapped open without anyone touching it. The door was pushed open from the inside with a tremendous force, and instantly, a chilling wind blew, and a thick, sinister aura filled the entire villa.
The evil spirit was so strong that it instantly infected the eyes of Zheng Xinhou and Lao Xu. They were horrified to see that they were surrounded by densely packed vengeful animal spirits.
They clung to them tightly, tearing and gnawing at them frantically. After seeing them, the excruciating pain of having their flesh torn apart became even more obvious!
The two were so frightened that they struggled and twisted desperately, trying to shake off the evil spirit.
In a panic, Zheng Xinhou grabbed a magic weapon to block himself, but unfortunately, after many resistances, the magic weapon had been completely contaminated by the Yin energy, the magic power was extinguished, and it had become a useless ornament.
The vengeful spirits ignored these things and tore at his soul with their sharp claws and fangs.
In the eyes of heaven, animal lives are not as valuable as human lives, and the Zheng family only accounts for a small part of the karma of killing them.
But the moment they stepped into the villa, they couldn't get out. It was as if they were sucked onto Zheng Xinhou's daughter and couldn't leave even if they wanted to.
The resentment grew day by day, growing bigger day by day, and had already exceeded the original resentment.
Isn't this the karma of Zheng Xinhou himself? If he hadn't done anything to his daughter, the vengeful spirits of these animals wouldn't have ended up like this.
"Ahhh!" Zheng Xinhou screamed and rolled around wildly on the ground. He didn't know how long he had been screaming. He felt that he would die from the pain in the next second. Every second he could breathe was torture!
At this moment, a cold wind blew over, and the vengeful spirits that were biting madly stopped their movements instantly, and looked towards the door in horror.
They took a few steps back stiffly, then simultaneously transformed into dark shadows and ran away as if running for their lives.
The severe pain from the bite suddenly disappeared, and Zheng Xinhou collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. Before he could feel the sense of surviving a disaster, he was completely enveloped by an air that was colder and heavier than before.
He lay on the ground, and the first thing that caught his eye was a pair of old-fashioned embroidered shoes, which looked like they were from more than 20 years ago.
A bone-chilling chill instantly shot up from his spine to the top of his head. Zheng Xinhou's mind went blank, his body stiff, but his eyes uncontrollably moved upwards, following the pair of soaked embroidered shoes.
The pale and swollen calves were covered with scratches of varying depths, faintly seeping with dark red blood, mixed with turbid water that kept flowing down, clinging to the bluish-gray skin.
Drops of water were dripping from the edge of the wet skirt, "tick...tick...tick...", falling on the carpet drop by drop, accompanied by blood, and forming a dark water stain.
Further up, there was the extremely familiar outline of a figure.
Finally, his gaze fixed on that face.
The face that once brimmed with happiness and smiles was now pale with the purple bluish hue of a drowned person. The eyes that once were gentle now only contained resentment and hatred that threatened to overflow.
This look was like a cold coffin nail, nailing him firmly.
This face clearly belongs to his wife, who was pushed into the pond in his hometown and drowned alive by him!
Zheng Xinhou looked up blankly for a few seconds, his pupils shrank, and tears flowed uncontrollably, he was so scared.
He banged his head heavily on the ground, "Dong!", "Xiuzhi, please let me go! I have no other choice! I really don't want to live a hard life anymore! I did this because I listened to that master's instigation! After you died, I didn't dare to marry anyone else! I burn a lot of paper for you every year! You got it! You should have gotten it!"
Wu Xiuzhi didn't want to listen to his nonsense at all. She didn't need a man's confession at all. It was enough for him to die.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and she stretched out her hand like lightning, tightly grasping Zheng Xinhou's neck. Hatred made her tremble all over. After her black nails pierced Zheng Xinhou's neck, she laughed excitedly when she saw the blood flowing out, and the hatred in her heart raged wildly!
She loosened one hand, dug her long nails into Zheng Xinhou's eyes, dug out his eyeballs, and crushed them in her palm.
The extreme pain made Zheng Xinhou open his mouth, but he couldn't even scream. The female ghost inserted her hand into his mouth and pulled out the sweet-talking tongue.
After doing all this, she still felt unsatisfied. She dug her long nails into Zheng Xinhou's heart, took out the still beating heart, and bit it hard.
Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Wu Xiuzhi's bloodshot eyes remained unchanged. She frantically tore Zheng Xinhou's body apart until there was no breath of life left in Zheng Xinhou. Her soul came out of his body. She grabbed it fiercely and bit it.
The housekeeper witnessed all this and was so frightened that he lost control of his bowels and bladder and fainted.
Wu Xiuzhi gave him a cold look. Just as she raised her hand, a lazy male voice suddenly appeared above her head: "That's enough. Don't commit murder for yourself. Go find whoever harmed you."
This sentence was like a Buddhist chant, awakening the female ghost who was about to be devoured by hatred.
She gave the butler a cold look and did not touch him.
The bloody cause and effect line guides her in the direction of revenge. She also has an enemy, the Feng Shui master who sealed her!
Zheng Xinhou, who was about to lose his soul, was wrapped in a layer of white light, but Duan Anluo did not let him disappear.
He originally wanted to take out Zheng Xinhou's soul and stuff it into the coffin, so that he could experience what it felt like to be sealed for 20 years. However, the dead are dead after all, and dust returns to dust. Doing so would go against the will of heaven.
But letting him disappear like this would be too easy for him.
Zheng Xinhou has already overdrawn the wealth and fortune of many lifetimes in advance. No matter whether he is a human or an animal in the future, he will be so poor that he can't even get enough to eat.
Then let him continue to reincarnate, and all the blessings he has accumulated from donating money and doing good deeds in this life will be added to his wife, so that his wife can be reborn into a good life in the next life.
The rest of his life will be passed on to his daughter, and all the property he has earned will be given to his daughter. How much she can keep depends on her own ability.
After all this, Duan Anluo still felt it wasn't enough. He then overdrafted some of Zheng Xinhou's fortune and luck from his next life, and the next, and gave it all to his wife. As for how many lives Zheng Xinhou would have to repay, Duan Anluo didn't care.
After doing all this, Duan Anluo looked at the star chart and found that the last cause and effect of Wu Xiuzhi had been resolved. He lit a stick of incense to the ghost: Come here, brother-in-law, the soul that you have been missing for more than 20 years is here.
If we bring this soul back, our brother-in-law will get a raise.
Duan Anluo also instructed: "Give her some time to see her daughter."
In the middle of the night, when everything had settled down and Duan Anluo was finally able to sleep, he saw the woman kneeling down towards him from a distance and bowing three times in a daze.
Duan Anluo waved his hand and said that the cause and effect had been resolved, so it was time to reincarnate and he should not be concerned about the human world.
The next morning, Duan Anluo was woken up by a call from the president.
Listening to the old man's angry voice, which sounded like firecrackers hundreds of meters away, Duan Anluo was stunned for two full minutes before he came to his senses.
The president was still cursing, and even through the phone, Duan Anluo could imagine how angry the old man was.
He finally understood why Si Cang hated the old man's nagging so much. This uncle never gave you a chance to speak and kept talking.
"I thought you were a good kid. I was so blinded by my thoughts. You're even more wicked than Si Cang! How did Zheng Xinhou die? His whole body was rotten! Broken! His heart was taken out! Tell me how to write this case? Was it revenge by a ghost? Wouldn't it cause panic? The housekeeper was scared to death! Crazy! Even that Feng Shui master had his heart taken out at home!"
The president took a deep breath, then raised his voice and questioned Duan Anluo, "Tell me, why did such a big entrepreneur die after you looked at him? Did you kill him?!"
Then, the old man drank a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and prepared for the next wave of output.
Traditional Chinese medicine is right. People who often curse others will have abundant qi and blood. The old man cursed for so long without even breathing heavily.
When Duan Anluo heard that he was silent, he dared to put the phone to his ear and said in a shocked tone: "What? He's dead? How could he die? He still owes me money! This old Biden! He doesn't pay back the money he owes!"
The president almost choked on his drink. He quickly swallowed the tea in his mouth and asked angrily, "Didn't you go to his house and he died that night?"
Duan Anluo said aggrievedly, "He must have done too many bad things. He's so, so ashamed. He's embarrassed himself to death when he looks in the mirror. President, do you understand what he's done now? He's so wicked and has absolutely no conscience!"
The president also felt that it was immoral, but that was not a reason for Duan Anluo to "watch him die".
This is no small figure. He built the temple. If something happens to the temple, the entrepreneur will die, the feng shui master who looked after his family will die, and the housekeeper will go crazy. How will he explain this to the outside world? What will other entrepreneurs think? Who will dare to donate money to them?
I was praising Duan Anluo for being well behaved yesterday, how come he is so brave!
Duan Anluo was still wondering, "How did the Feng Shui master die?"
"Just like Zheng Xinhou, the evil spirit ripped out his heart!"
"That's horrible! Will I die after taking it out?"
"Yeah, even if you have no heart, how can you still live?"
Duan Anluo said regretfully, "I thought bad people were heartless and taking the money wouldn't affect their lives."
President: “…”
He was really starting to miss that taciturn Si Cang. At least, Si Cang wouldn't talk back to him. He would just silently flip his desk and smash his teapot. Hiss! Why did it feel like he was even worse than talking back?
The president took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. "I heard that the female ghost kowtowed to you before she left?"
Duan Anluo seemed frightened. "Uncle, why is she kowtowing to me? Is she cursing me? It's so scary!"
Let him know who is talking too much, he will definitely tear the other person's mouth to the back of his head and tear it into a curled mouth.
The president pondered for a moment, then said tiredly, "...Jung Shin-ho's daughter suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and immediately had his body cremated, destroying everything he had used."
Duan Anluo: "Oh, when I saw her yesterday, she was almost dead. I just fixed her soul, and she was able to speak again. It's amazing."
The president doesn’t know what to say. You are so good at making up stories. You are very capable.
Cases involving murderous spirits were directly handed over to the guild for handling. They went there quickly and handled the case quickly. After Zheng Simin absorbed Zheng Xinhou's life essence, she was able to sit in a wheelchair.
Although she was weak, she was still able to speak briefly. The first thing she said was to have her father cremated. No verification was needed. Immediately. Everything he had used should be destroyed. Nothing should be left.
The way the body was handled was in accordance with the requirements, because if the body was in this condition and leaked out, it would definitely cause panic.
You can't tell others that a ghost is killing people, right?
What Zheng Simin did next was something new. She didn't hold a funeral, didn't buy a cemetery, and placed the ashes on the balcony to be exposed to the sun.
In the morning, Zheng Xinhou's mistress heard the news and came to the house with her children, and saw Zheng Xinhou's ashes.
They said they were Zheng Xinhou's children, but Zheng Simin just looked at them sarcastically, "Who has evidence to prove that you are my father's children?"
Her grandparents had died a long time ago, and Zheng Xinhou was an only child. "Now Zheng Xinhou has become ashes. You are saying that he is Zheng Xinhou's child, right?"
They still want to test her? Why?
If someone comes and has to do a DNA test with her, will she cooperate?
joke!
"If you want to test it, you can only do it with Zheng Xinhou." Zheng Simin grabbed the ashes and threw handfuls of them at the illegitimate child's face, "Test it and see if this is your biological father."
Zheng Simin had been tortured for so many years that she looked unrecognizable. She looked like a demon crawling out of hell, terrifying everyone who saw her. She quickly scattered the ashes and, watching them frantically trying to avoid her, said viciously, "If the test doesn't work, I'm the legitimate and only heir. I wouldn't give you any money even if I donated it. If you dare come again, I'll drag you to hell! Let's die together!"
Her crazy appearance scared everyone, and we called the police again this morning, but the case has not been dealt with yet.
"People from the guild went to the Zheng family to investigate and found that all traces had been wiped clean. Zheng Simin said she wasn't conscious at the time and didn't remember you. She's so bold!" The guild leader sighed, "Please return the certificate to me. I'm afraid you'll cause me trouble in the future."
After listening to this, Duan Anluo looked at the time. It was ten o'clock. Jiang Yuan had gone to school and he had no place to eat lunch.
"Uncle, wait for me. I'll go and explain it to you in person. You won't be angry after I explain it to you."
Without waiting for the president to say anything, Duan Anluo hung up the phone, picked up a cushion from the sofa, and went straight to the headquarters.
I have to trick the old man into giving me a free lunch.
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