Chapter 81 Do you want to watch my show?
Xiong Shengxi's friend is called Zhao Cheng. He had average grades in school and barely managed to graduate from a junior college. Fortunately, he was lucky enough to catch up with his hometown when it was demolished. His family was allocated six houses and more than 5 million yuan in demolition compensation.
He is an only child, and his parents left some money for their retirement and gave it all to him.
Zhao Cheng sold three sets of cars, learned how to do business, and bought and sold used cars, and actually made a lot of money.
He opened a company and several branches. His business expanded from buying and selling cars to car rentals and car parts recycling, and his business became increasingly broad.
Companies that occupy large areas of land are generally located on the edge of the city, and Zhao Cheng's company is no exception. It is more than ten kilometers away from his home. It happened to be the weekend, and there were many people and cars, so there was a traffic jam. On the way home, Zhao Cheng was so anxious that he was about to cry, and he ran two red lights in a row.
He no longer cared, his wife and children were at home! He had originally thought of not going back and not getting them into trouble, but he ended up hurting them instead!
Xiong Shengxi was equally nervous, fearing that something might happen to his sister-in-law and nephew. He knew Zhao Cheng wouldn't be able to bear the consequences. Zhao Cheng's money wasn't on his level, but Zhao Cheng's personality was similar to his: righteous, honest, and a family man. Otherwise, the two of them wouldn't be able to play together. Xiong Shengxi tried to persuade Zhao Cheng: "Hold on, don't worry, there's still time."
Zhao Cheng was so nervous that he couldn't speak. He drove while calling his wife. Usually, she would answer the phone after a few rings, but this time, Gu Manman didn't answer.
The more this happened, the more scared Zhao Cheng became. He called three times in a row but no one answered. He was completely panicked.
At the same time, at Zhao Cheng's home.
After giving their son a bath at kindergarten, his wife, Gu Manman, started telling him a story. The little one was full of energy, and after listening to two sentences, he would ask three "why?" questions. Annoyed by the questions, Gu Manman had to suppress them violently: "From now on, no talking. Go to sleep after the story!"
"Mom, why hasn't Dad come back yet?" the child couldn't help but ask again.
"Dad has something to do tonight and will be back tomorrow, so go to bed quickly." Gu Manman checked her phone. It was almost 10 o'clock. Strangely, there was no signal on her phone.
The child didn't dare to say anything more because his father couldn't bear to beat him, but his mother really beat him.
Gu Manman watched her son finally close his eyes. After a while, his breathing became even, and then she left the room.
She suddenly felt the house was unusually quiet, as if she had fallen into a vacuum, and everything around her seemed unreal. A woman's sixth sense made her instinctively feel afraid. Gu Manman was just thinking about trying to call her husband again when she heard an unusual "gurgling" sound in her ears.
She opened the bedroom door and looked out. The lights downstairs had been turned off at some point, and it was pitch black, and she couldn't see a thing.
"Lai Fu? Is that you, Lai Fu?" Lai Fu is an old dog that has been raised in the family for ten years. He is very sensible and not naughty at ordinary times. Did he knock down something and kick it like a ball?
After calling out twice without any response, Gu Manman felt even more uneasy. "Laifu? Laifu, where are you?"
In the past, when I called its name, Lai Fu would run over happily no matter what it was doing, but this time there was no movement.
“Gurgle…”
“Gurgle…”
The same sound came from downstairs again, like some hard, round object rolling on the ground.
Gu Manman wanted to go out to check, but suddenly remembered her husband's instructions: to be careful, lock the door and not go downstairs if she heard any strange noises.
She thought a thief had broken in, so she quickly retreated to the bedroom, locked the door, and hurriedly turned on the mobile phone surveillance. The moment the screen lit up, Gu Manman froze and her scalp went numb!
The one-and-a-half-meter-tall vase at the entrance was actually rolling up the stairs one step at a time!
Blood continued to drip from behind the vase, leaving a glaring red line along its path. Looking at the source of the bleeding, Gu Manman gasped, her heart tightening—it was Lai Fu!
Such a big, chubby dog, its limbs broken and stuffed into a vase, leaving only its head hanging out! All that blood was Lai Fu's!
Gu Manman's nose felt sore and an idea suddenly popped up in her mind: If she found something to smash the vase, could she save Lu Fu?
But as soon as this thought came to her mind, Gu Manman immediately thought of the children in the house. No, she couldn't take the risk! This vase was too abnormal. She thought of her husband's abnormal behavior in the past two days. Gu Manman was sure that there was something dirty in the house, something more terrible than a thief!
She forced herself to calm down and tried to call her husband again, but there was still no signal. Gu Manman was so anxious that she called the police, but the call still didn't go through.
“Gurgle…”
“Gurgle…”
The sound continued, and the bottle rolled upwards stubbornly, finally climbing to the second floor.
It seemed to have eyes, and it rolled precisely to the door of the bedroom where Gu Manman and the child were hiding. Then, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" heavy crashes rang out, and each one seemed to hit Gu Manman directly in the heart, almost suffocating her.
Lai Fu's blood continued to seep in from under the door as the vase hit. Gu Manman's heart twitched with pain, and fear gripped her throat.
At this moment, the sound of the collision woke the child. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and asked, "Mom, what's that noise?"
Gu Manman rushed over and covered the child's mouth tightly, lowering her voice and crying: "Shh! Don't say anything, it's Lai Fu, Lai Fu is playing hide-and-seek with us."
After the child nodded, she let go of the child's mouth and pushed all the movable objects in the room, including chairs, boxes, bedside tables... behind the door.
He banged on the vase outside the door for a while, but found that he couldn't open it, so he circled back and forth at the door.
Suddenly, a spooky female voice sounded faintly: "Guest, do you want to watch my performance?"
Then a strange ballad drifted in, like a vicious curse: "In the dark sky, amidst the Milky Way, there is a small white boat. On the boat stands an old locust tree, beneath which children play. The oars are invisible, and the boat has no sail, but it drifts off towards the west."
After the song was over, the woman asked sinisterly, "Guest, did I sing well?"
Gu Manman bit her lip tightly, not daring to answer. The child also noticed something was wrong and huddled in his mother's arms in fear. The mother and child hugged each other tightly, trembling.
Just then, the screeching sound of brakes finally came from outside the window.
Before Zhao Cheng's car had even come to a complete stop, he flung open the door and sprinted madly upstairs. Xiong Shengxi followed closely behind, then, after a moment's thought, turned and yanked the heavy wooden screen from the car. Tall and strong, he carried the screen and rushed up as well.
Zhao Cheng rushed into the house and saw the glaring bloodstains in the living room. His mind went blank in an instant, and then all the blood in his body rushed to his head.
Fear and anger overwhelmed him. He picked up a hard object by the door and rushed up to the second floor without even bothering to see what it was.
The scene before him made him tear his eyes out: at the bedroom door, the vase was blocking the doorway, and at the mouth of the vase was Lai Fu's broken body, stuffed in, and bleeding to death!
"Fuck your ancestors!" Zhao Cheng's eyes were completely furious. He swung the thing in his hand and smashed it hard at the vase!
With a loud "clang", the vase shattered into countless pieces.
In an instant, a cold and biting wind blew up from the broken vase, howling and filling the entire corridor.
Xiong Shengxi, who had just caught up with the screen, felt a pang in his heart: It's broken!
When the vase was tangible, they could still see it, but now that it was broken, it had lost its restraints and they could not see anything. He suddenly remembered Duan Anluo's warning: Don't touch the vase, don't look in the mirror.
His eyes swept across the wall of the corridor, where there was a Feng Shui mirror hanging. Xiong Shengxi was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He took off his T-shirt and rushed over to cover the entire mirror.
The moment the cloth covered the mirror, he saw a distorted face reflected in the mirror.
Xiong Shengxi's scalp tingled and he didn't dare to look closely. No matter what, he decided to listen to Master Duan!
"Honey, is that you?" Gu Manman's crying voice came from inside the door.
"It's me! Don't come out! Don't come out if you hear anything!" Zhao Cheng pressed his back against the wall, breathing heavily. On the ground, the broken porcelain pieces were strangely vibrating and trembling, as if carrying a raging rage that had been unleashed.
He completely pissed that thing off!
Gu Manman hugged the trembling child in her arms tightly. The child's voice trembled: "Mom, I'm scared..."
"Don't be afraid, Mom is here, Dad is here too." Gu Manman tried to remain calm and comforted him, but her voice was shaking.
"Mom, where's Laifu?" the child asked softly, "Why didn't I hear Laifu calling?"
Normally, if there was any noise, Lai Fu would shout and rush over to protect him. But today, even though it was so noisy, Lai Fu didn't shout, and the children also noticed something was wrong.
Gu Manman's eyes turned red, and her heart felt like it was being pulled. "Laifu, it fell asleep..."
Outside the door, Zhao Cheng was experiencing inhuman torture.
He felt as if his soul was being grasped by many invisible hands, and a terrifying force was trying to squeeze his body into an extremely narrow space.
How could he, a grown man weighing over 170 pounds, possibly fit in?
This force was extremely brutal, and accompanied by severe pain in his hands and feet, Zhao Cheng understood that the thing wanted to deal with him the same way it dealt with Lai Fu, and wanted to break his limbs!
With a creaking sound of broken bones, Zhao Cheng could no longer hold back and let out a shrill scream.
"Husband!" Gu Manman's terrified scream came from inside the door.
"Dad!" the child also cried.
Zhao Cheng shouted with all his might: "Don't come out!"
Xiong Shengxi was extremely anxious. Seeing Zhao Cheng struggling in pain, he suddenly remembered the screen he had carried up.
Without thinking too much, he immediately rushed to Zhao Cheng carrying the screen and forcefully unfolded it. At that moment, Xiong Shengxi heard a breathtaking tiger roar.
After hearing the tiger's roar, the invisible tearing force suddenly loosened, and Zhao Cheng collapsed, gasping for breath. His left arm must have been broken, but he survived.
"It works!" Xiong Shengxi said in surprise, and quickly used the screen to block Zhao Cheng, and sighed in his heart: He is worthy of being Master Duan!
He frantically called Duan Anluo, "Master Duan, how long will it take for you to arrive? We can't hold on any longer!"
Duan Anluo sighed, with a hint of urgency in his voice, "I'll be there soon."
He had wanted to accompany his young apprentice tonight and give those two scumbags a good beating, and deal with Zhao Cheng's matter tomorrow.
Zhao Cheng is not a treacherous person. He has righteousness in him. Plus, the white tiger is the king of beasts and was called the mountain king in ancient times. The two of them together can suppress that thing.
Unexpectedly, these two people suddenly had an idea and did not come back. There was only a weak woman and an ignorant child left at home. How could that thing not take action?
Duan Anluo has to come.
Boss Xiong immediately had an idea in his mind, and used the screen to constantly change its position to block the attack from the front. He couldn't see, so he relied entirely on his senses. He had also had his third eye opened twice before, so he had a rough idea of what was going on.
The blood-stained fragments on the ground seemed to be controlled by something. The sharp porcelain pieces made a harsh sound on the surface of the screen and even cut a few cracks.
After a few tiger roars, Mr. Bear noticed that the roars were getting lower and lower. He realized something was wrong: "This thing is almost useless."
With a "puff", a sharp fragment finally pierced through the screen.
A cold and biting breath instantly penetrated from the hole, and Zhao Cheng immediately felt the familiar, suffocating pain!
Even Boss Xiong, who was holding onto the screen, felt his skin being cut by an invisible sharp blade, causing a burning pain.
At this critical moment, a sound of breaking air rang in his ears, like the sound of a whip, and then the cold breath disappeared.
Boss Xiong suddenly looked up and saw the familiar figure at the stairs. He almost jumped up in excitement: "Master Duan! You're finally here!"
Boss Xiong is about to cry. He feels like his father is here when he is being beaten. What's going on?
Without saying anything, Duan Anluo opened Boss Xiong and Zhao Cheng's third eyes first, so that they could see clearly how this ghost thing was subdued, so that they would be willing to pay.
The two of them only felt that the scene before their eyes changed in an instant, and gases of various colors were running around in the small space.
Boss Xiong rubbed his eyes. It was still the familiar recipe and the familiar taste. That was the feeling, so exciting!
The two men saw Duan Anluo flick his wrist, and a long, shimmering whip of spiritual energy retracted into his hand like a living thing. Clearly, it was this whip that had just lashed out from the air and solved the urgent problem.
Duan Anluo raised his wrist slightly, and the long whip condensed from spiritual energy was swung out again, accurately hitting the thing that was about to pounce on Zhao Cheng.
A ghostly howl, shrill enough to pierce the eardrums, rang out, frightening the two bosses so much that they hugged each other and squatted down.
Crouching down could reduce their presence, and the two of them wished they could shrink a few more times. Looking in the direction of the sound, they couldn't help but gasp.
The thing that wanted to kill Zhao Cheng was actually a female ghost with three heads and six waving arms!
"Really... it really has three heads and six arms!" It was the first time that Zhao Cheng saw such a scary scene with his own eyes. He was so frightened that his whole body stiffened and he dared not move.
Was this the kind of monster he was about to hit with the stick?
A nonsensical thought suddenly popped up in Zhao Cheng's mind: this is something he can brag about for the rest of his life after drinking.
Boss Xiong was so shocked that he blurted out, "What the hell! What the hell is this? Nezha?"
Duan Anluo chuckled at this, his tone tinged with teasing, "That person is the Great God of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly, commanding the troops of the three realms. The Taoists revere him as the Marshal of the Central Altar, commanding the divine soldiers and generals of the five directions. You're comparing yourself to him with a broken bottle? Be careful you won't be able to eat crispy lotus roots in the future."
Boss Xiong muttered in his heart: You didn't let him off with your mouth either.
But when he heard that Duan Anluo was still in the mood to joke, his heart finally settled down. He quickly patted the frightened Zhao Cheng beside him and said, "Brother, don't be afraid! Our savior is here!"
Duan Anluo's eyes swept over the large bloodstains on the ground, and his brows furrowed slightly. "No wonder this thing suddenly became so ferocious and its power increased so much. It turns out it's stained with blood."
Like a curious elementary school student, Boss Xiong immediately asked, "Isn't it said to be bloody and shocking?"
Duan Anluo glanced at him, his eyes as if saying, "You're only big in stature, not smart." "That has to be pure black dog blood, pure black without a single stray hair, and it has to be a native Chinese pastoral dog, commonly known as a local dog, to have that ability. This one of his," he pointed regretfully at the lifeless Lai Fu, "is from abroad, it can't scare away the local Chinese evil spirits."
It's a pity that there are fewer and fewer purebred Chinese dogs, and they are almost extinct. He used to have a little black dog, but it's hard to find a replacement.
Zhao Cheng finally regained some of his composure from the shock and murmured, "This dog... is a purebred Labrador."
The three-headed, six-armed female ghost obviously realized that Duan Anluo was not easy to deal with. Fear appeared on her three heads at the same time, and she waved her six arms, trying to escape.
"Want to run?" Duan Anluo's eyes flashed, and the long whip in his hand was like a snake coming out of a cave, and it wrapped around one of the ghost girl's legs with a "swish". The tip of the whip automatically tightened, and Duan Anluo pulled back with force of his wrist, and the ghost girl was dragged back.
Duan Anluo raised his foot and stepped firmly on the ghost girl's back, "Behave yourself, or I'll send you to see your grandmother."
The moment he came into contact with the female ghost, many images appeared in front of Duan Anluo's eyes. This thing was actually formed by the resentment of the bottle girl.
The making of the bottle girl is a tradition passed down from ancient folk acrobatic troupes and is very cruel.
In ancient times, in order to attract attention, the troupe owner would cut off the limbs of young girls, force them into special vases, teach them to sing, and attract onlookers.
In that era with extremely backward sanitary conditions and medical technology, almost no girl could survive. What a joke, isn't that the ancient torture - human pig?
Not to mention that excessive bleeding can be fatal, subsequent wound infection is also enough to be fatal. Not to mention that feces will fall into the bottle, and the accumulation of bacteria caused by those things is even more deadly.
Later, through research, it became clear that the so-called "bottle girl" performances were mostly visual deceptions. The bottle was narrow in front and wide in the back, with a curtain covering the lower body, leaving only the head of the performer visible. This led the ancients to mistakenly believe that there was a real person living in the bottle.
However, the origin of this vengeful spirit with three heads and six arms comes from a real and tragic attempt.
A troupe owner believed the rumor and actually bought several baby girls to try to make bottle girls. The result is predictable: the baby girls died one after another in extreme pain.
The class owner then realized that this method was impossible to succeed, so he threw the bottle stained with the girl's resentment and blood aside and left it idle.
This bottle had been passed around for years, its resentment lingering deep within it, having been resold several times. Until now, with the resurgence of spiritual energy, the sudden change in the energy between heaven and earth was like a spark, directly igniting the century-old resentment within the bottle, ultimately giving rise to the three-headed, six-armed female ghost before him.
After all, they were all pitiful children. Duan Anluo sighed silently in his heart, and if he had to blame anyone, he should blame that cruel troupe owner and that cannibalistic old society.
But pity is not a reason to do evil.
Duan Anluo clearly saw the bloody murderous aura surrounding the female ghost. Two innocent lives, plus a dog's life. If he had arrived too late, none of the three members of Zhao Cheng's family would have survived tonight.
"Master! Master, spare us!" The three heads of the female ghost wailed at the same time, their voices piercing and sharp. "We just want to be liberated, we just want to be reborn! The three of us have been trapped in the bottle for too long... If we can gather enough lives to serve as substitutes, we will be free! We didn't kill anyone on purpose! We are victims too! Please spare us!"
"Bullshit!" Zhao Cheng heard the word "substitute" and saw Lai Fu's tragic death. He roared in grief and anger: "You are the victim? What about us? What about my Lai Fu? He wags his tail at strangers. Why did you kill him? Can he take your life?!"
Boss Xiong also joined his brothers in cursing: "Every wrong has its perpetrator! Go find whoever hurt you! Even if you can't find him, you can't harm the good guy. Can't you find a murderer to be your substitute?"
The female ghost glared at the two of them fiercely. If it weren't for this master, she would have torn them apart alive. Now they dared to arrogantly scold her? They were courting death!
Duan Anluo sensed her murderous intent and stepped harder, "You are filled with murderous intent and have already killed innocent people. Karma is done. I should have sent a thunderbolt to shatter your soul. Now I give you a chance to live. Tell me, why did you seek out Zhao Cheng's family?"
The ghost girl's three heads shook wildly, and her six arms began to struggle: "I don't know! We fell asleep, and when we woke up, we saw him!"
"What about the bottle that holds your true form?"
Zhao Cheng's face turned pale instantly, and his voice trembled: "I know, someone gave me an antique vase a few days ago... I, I put it in the office."
"Who sent it?"
"Wang Zhi." When Zhao Cheng uttered this name, there was unspeakable bitterness and regret in his heart.
"Puff!" Duan Anluo couldn't help but said, "You two are indeed friends. Your standards for making friends are the same... low."
The two were so ashamed that they were speechless. It was true that they were both tricked by their childhood friend.
Zhao Cheng turned around, not wanting others to see his expression. He knocked on the bedroom door and said, "Manman, come out. Everything is fine now."
There was a clang from inside, and the door finally opened. Seeing Lai Fu's tragic death at the door, the bloody scene instantly shattered all of Gu Manman's strength. Her legs went limp, and she sat on the ground, hugging Lai Fu's body tightly and bursting into tears.
She really treated Lai Fu as a family member and loved him like another child!
Zhao Cheng's eyes were red. "Did I harm it? If I had come back earlier, Lai Fu wouldn't have died."
Duan Anluo looked at the grief-stricken woman and the trembling child and sighed softly, "The world is full of karma and entanglements. Who can truly explain it? You carefully raised it for so many years, and it died to protect your family. This is also its karma."
He paused, his gaze falling on Lai Fu's corpse. "There's an ancient legend that pets are spiritual. If a family truly treats a pet as a family member, never abandons it, and forms a deep bond with it, perhaps they can help it be reborn as a human in its next life."
Seeing the hope in Zhao Cheng and his wife's eyes, Duan Anluo added, "I don't know whether it's true or not. Just think of it as a wish. Maybe it can be reborn as a human in the next life."
After Duan Anluo finished speaking, he contacted the guild and asked the logistics department to take the female ghost back and deal with it.
He had been absolutely listening to the Guild Master recently and wouldn't kill any ghosts. He would wait until the Guild Master and Fang Fang relaxed their guard, then he could pull off a big deal. Otherwise, he couldn't stand the constant nagging from them.
After the call, Duan Anluo told Zhao Cheng: "Go to the hospital quickly. Boss Xiong will take us to deal with the vase later."
Xiong Shengxi said: "Call an ambulance quickly and leave the rest to me."
Gu Manman only then saw her husband's arm and said anxiously, "Hurry! Go to the hospital!"
There was chaos here, so Duan Anluo ignored it. He turned around, found Si Cang, and ran over with light steps.
Si Cang leaned against the door with his hands folded. Knowing that Duan Anluo could handle it, he didn't go up to help.
Duan Anluo patted Si Cang's shoulder and smiled, "I can make some money tonight. Wait until I have enough money, and I will definitely go to marry you with the three letters and six ceremonies, and a sedan chair carried by eight people."
Si Cang asked suspiciously, "You won't save enough money by the time my hair turns grey, will you?"
Duan Anluo waved his hand, "Absolutely impossible, you have to believe me."
Si Cang lowered his eyes, a hint of smile flashed in his eyes. Otherwise, should he dye his hair white?
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