Jing Yue turned her head and saw Jing Cheng's expression, which was exactly the same as the smile on the little wooden man's face she had just seen.
But Jing Cheng's facial lines were tense, and the corners of his lips were pursed into a sharp arc, making him look particularly cold.
It was as if a stream of cold air penetrated into her body from the soles of her feet. Jing Yue couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine. She shivered and said tremblingly, "What are you laughing at? And you laugh so creepily..."
Jing Cheng lowered his eyes to hide the murderous intent that he unconsciously revealed.
In fact, he sensed a strong sense of resentment as soon as he entered the room. This resentment gave him a familiar feeling. Jing Cheng only needed to use his brain to recall it a little, and he knew that it had the same source as the curse he had solved at Xu's house a month ago.
The Xu family incident happened not long ago, but the person behind the curse actually set his sights on him, obviously not taking him seriously!
This made it difficult for Jing Cheng not to feel angry. Nowadays, people who practiced evil arts were so rampant!
However, the person behind the scenes did not seem to know that he was a cultivator with sharp five senses, able to detect the existence of the curse at the first moment.
If he were an ordinary person, he would probably sleep in this room tonight and it would be cold tomorrow morning.
Jing Cheng calmly took off the few strands of long hair that were entangled on the little wooden man, rubbed them into ashes, and threw them into the trash can beside him. He then put the lid of the wooden box back on to cover the little wooden man inside.
...
...
Those strands of hair carried a strong yin energy, they must be the hair of a deceased person.
This little wooden figure was carved in his likeness and was not wearing any clothes. After all, there was a girl in the room and he had to pay attention to his image.
Jing Yue watched his movements with fear and trepidation: "Brother, brother, are you okay?" Anyone who found such a strange thing under their bed would be scared, right? Her brother was too calm.
Jing Cheng shook his head gently. Seeing her face full of fear, he asked curiously, "Are you afraid of this?" She didn't react when she heard the news of her brother's death just now, so why would she be afraid of this kind of thing?
Jing Yue trembled and said, "Of course I'm scared, I'm a girl. So what on earth is this? Why does it feel like the witchcraft or voodoo tricks shown on TV..."
Jing Cheng: "...You also know this?"
Jing Yue said tangledly: "I played Wei Zifu's childhood in a play before, and my mother played the adult Wei Zifu. I have seen something similar. The screenwriter uncle specifically explained this to me at the time."
Jing Cheng: "..." Shouldn't this kind of thing be avoided? People are really bold nowadays, they dare to take pictures of anything.
"And I think this box looks like a small coffin, with a wooden man lying inside..." Jing Yue's expression twisted slightly, and countless horrific images flashed through her mind. She thought of the wooden man's face, and finally gritted her teeth and said, "Isn't this obviously a curse for someone to die early?!"
Jing Cheng gave her a rare look of appreciation, looking at his cheap sister with new eyes: "You are right, it is indeed a curse."
"Isn't this obvious?" Jing Yue rolled her eyes at him. The fear in her heart had dissipated a lot. She thought about it and analyzed it by herself, "So who put this thing in? Was it Aunt Zhang? She is so old, she shouldn't play a prank, but...what grudge can she have against you?"
"I don't know." Jing Cheng casually pulled a tissue from the bedside table, carefully wrapped up the small coffin, and said slowly, "To be precise, it's not a grudge against me, but a grudge against your second brother."
Jing Cheng hated the feeling of not having control over this kind of thing. He thought that Jing Cheng must have an irreconcilable hatred for Zhang Ma, to the point that she hated him so much that she was willing to hurt herself and curse him.
However, what grudge could an eighteen-year-old boy have against a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties?
Jing Cheng remembered the skinny corpse he saw in the warehouse when he first came into this world.
That young man, Yuan Jingcheng, failed to call back the other party's soul when he used the soul-summoning talisman. Later, he brought out thunder from the sky to teach the evildoer a lesson, causing the warehouse to explode, and the other party was almost wiped out... Now more than a month has passed, even if Yuan Jingcheng had a soul, it should have dissipated.
In other words – there is no solution.
Unless Aunt Zhang takes the initiative to tell her the reason... A dejected face flashed through Jing Cheng's mind inadvertently - it was when he just arrived at the Jing residence on the day he was discharged from the hospital, and he casually patted a servant to ask for directions.
He clearly remembered that the other person's eyes were fierce when she saw him, but soon the old woman lowered her head respectfully, making him think that he had an illusion at the time.
Judging from the current situation, since the other party chose to secretly curse him behind his back, he would probably not admit it.
"If you have a grudge against my second brother, then that makes sense... Eh? What are you doing?" Jing Yue watched him wrap the thing in a tissue and put it in his pocket, and couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you throw it away? Why are you still carrying it with you?"
"You'll know when you go downstairs." Jing Cheng smiled indifferently. This thing couldn't hurt him at all, but he could use his own method to give others a taste of their own medicine.
Jing Yue hesitated for a moment: "You don't want to call the police, do you?" He was so careful to preserve the evidence... But even if he called the police about this unscientific thing, the police would not be able to do anything. People might even think he was causing trouble on purpose.
"No." Jing Cheng thought that unless he reported it to the Taoist Association, how could a mortal solve it? He changed the subject and asked another question, "What kind of person was your second brother before?"
This is also the question that he has always kept in his heart.
What kind of person is Yuan Jingcheng? It seems like everyone is against him. Even his former classmates and his relatives dislike him. He is such a failure as a human being.
Jing Yue snorted disdainfully: "He... is just a piece of social garbage! And he is the kind of toxic garbage that should have been decomposed long ago!"
Jing Cheng: “?”
"He disobeys discipline, fights, hangs out in bars, races, takes drugs, hurts people... In short, he can do any bad thing you can think of!" Jing Yue said angrily, "He is the best at pretending. He pretends to be a model student in front of outsiders. Everyone knows his true nature! But! Dad is a blind man who favors boys over girls!"
Jing Cheng: “…………”
"He used to bully his classmates in school, and bullied several of them until they dropped out. One of them got depression because of him! He threatened to commit suicide at home every day! He relied on his good family background and good looks to lure innocent girls, causing them to jump off the building for him, and almost became disabled. He even refused to admit it afterwards!"
The corner of Jing Cheng's mouth twitched. It turned out that he had been playing this kind of person all along. No wonder Brother Jing was always in a bad mood whenever he saw him.
"Most importantly, he was drunk and racing and hit someone on the sidewalk and killed him, but he actually turned the tables and accused the victim of scamming him?! And then my dad believed him and spent money to help him settle the matter." Jing Yue was so angry that her chest heaved. She concluded, "Sometimes when I think about having a brother like this, I really want to bang my head against the wall and die!"
"Fortunately, God has a good eye and let this guy die just after he reached adulthood, so that he won't come out and harm society in the future!"
Jing Cheng was speechless.
At this moment, an angry middle-aged male voice suddenly came from downstairs: "What did you say?!"
"I told you that your second son died in the explosion a long time ago. Now this guy is just a thief who came to our house to cheat us out of food and drink!" The sharp female voice said, "He's even pretending to have amnesia! The autopsy report is out, and you still don't believe it?"
"impossible!"
"Look for yourself! Check to see if I'm lying! Call the police. If I'm lying to you, I'll divorce you right away! I'll be kicked out of the house!"
Jing Yue: “…” How dare her mother talk to her father like that?
After a dead silence, a man downstairs roared angrily: "Where is he? Didn't you say you were back? Get down here right now!"
Jing Cheng: “…”
He had a premonition that he would probably experience a Shura field next.
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