Although I didn't see anything, the placement of the knives on the board seemed to have changed, and the one who caused these should be Zheng Xinyu's son.

Zheng Xinyu and the two came to the kitchen with a cower, and when they saw Wu Xiaoyu staring intently at the knives on the board, they asked, "Big ...... Master, what's going on?"

Wu Xiaoyu didn't respond to the two, but continued to ask, "What did you say your son's name was?"

When the two saw him suddenly mention his son, although they were a little puzzled, they still said truthfully: "My son's name is Zheng Qi......"

As soon as he said the word 'Zheng Qi', the knives on the board shook violently, and the two hurriedly hid behind Wu Xiaoyu.

"This ...... What the hell is this...... How...... What's wrong?" Zheng Xinyu was a little panicked.

Wu Xiaoyu was afraid that something would happen, so she had to lead the two back to the living room and sit down, and asked solemnly again: "Your son, have you done anything out of the ordinary?"

Both husband and wife had noticed that when they mentioned their son just now, the knives in the kitchen shook by themselves, and they couldn't help but suspect that this might have something to do with their son.

But although his son is not a well-behaved person, even if he borrows his courage, he doesn't dare to do anything to disregard people's lives!

Zheng Xinyu thought about it, but still firmly believed that his son would not do anything unreasonable, and said: "Lin'er, he will never do anything out of the ordinary!"

He mentioned his son's name again, and there was another rattle in the kitchen, as if to declare that his words were lies.

Wu Xiaoyu stared at the two of them again, only to see that the black gas in Zheng Xinyu's eyebrows was getting thicker and thicker, while Mrs. Qi's eyebrows were ruddy and bright, and there was no abnormality at all.

If his son did something miserable and angered the gods and ghosts, and blamed his family, Zheng Xinyu's wife should also be haunted by bad luck, right?

Wu Xiaoyu's mind quickly flashed through the various knowledge that had been inherited, and finally linked this matter to a situation.

Wu Xiaoyu and Zheng Xinyu looked at each other and asked, "You father and son, have you done anything to be sorry for your daughter-in-law?"

As soon as he asked, the two of them were stunned for a moment, and then fell into silence and sadness, and only after a long time did Zheng Xinyu speak: "The most sorry thing I have done for my wife in my life is to make her miscarry/...... birth"

When Wu Xiaoyu heard this kind of secret, she was naturally extremely embarrassed, and she didn't know where to look.

When Zheng Xinyu's wife heard this, she defended it: "I don't blame Xinyu for this, I had a fetal gas, and I was not young at the time, if I didn't miscarry/give birth, Ken Neng would have worried about his life, and he was also for my good!"

Wu Xiaoyu grasped the key point from these embarrassing words and asked, "You...... What's the matter with your tires?"

Zheng Xinyu explained: "Lin'er didn't do well in the college entrance examination that year, and his mother wanted him to repeat his studies for a year, but he refused, so the two quarreled, and the result was ......."

When Wu Xiaoyu heard this, he completely understood what was going on, no wonder he only saw Zheng Xinyu's eyebrows with black energy, but he couldn't see anything sneaky, it turned out to be an under-human form.

Wu Xiaoyu was silent for a while, then sorted out his words and said, "I probably already know what's going on......! You had a miscarriage three years ago, right?"

Zheng Xinyu's wife was very surprised when she heard this, nodded again and again, and said with a sad expression: "It was three years ago......"

"That's right! The fetus that was aborted by you should have been four or five months old, and its mind had been formed, but it had not been able to come into the world, so the resentment had condensed, and after three years, it had already formed a resentful spirit!" Wu Xiaoyu explained.

When Zheng Xinyu heard this, he was a little incredulous, but he didn't know what to say, but his wife's eyes were red, and tears were faintly condensed.

If you want to explain why Zheng Xinyu's wife is safe and sound, maybe there is only one word 'love'!

The unborn fetus, for Zheng Xinyu's father and son, may only be regretful, but for those who are mothers, it is a pain that cannot be erased.

The two learned that what happened today was actually caused by the unborn fetus three years ago, and they were at a loss for a while.

Zheng Xinyu was silent, pressing his brows, not knowing how to decide, his wife couldn't help but sob, and Wu Xiaoyu was sandwiched between the two, very helpless.

"Yes...... Is there a way to deal with it?" Zheng Xinyu finally looked up and asked fiercely.

Without waiting for Wu Xiaoyu to respond, his wife suddenly stood up and complained: "How can you be so ruthless? Kill her once...... Isn't that enough?"

Zheng Xinyu's brows squeezed into the word 'Sichuan', took out a cigarette from his arms, lit a cigarette, and took a sharp puff before explaining: "I'm also for Qi'er, for the good of this family!"

"It'...... It's gone, now it's just a ...... A resentful spirit, do you want me to bury it with my son?"

Zheng Xinyu's wife was silent when she heard this, as a mother, she naturally didn't want any more accidents to happen to her son.

However, she already felt that she owed the unborn fetus, and now she had to deal with it, how could she bear it?

Wu Xiaoyu saw that the two of them failed to make a decision, so he kindly reminded: "It doesn't have much wisdom, some are just resentments, and to a certain extent, it's also for its good!"

Zheng Xinyu saw that Wu Xiaoyu said this, and he didn't have any worries, and decisively said: "That's ...... Please do it!"

Wu Xiaoyu turned her head to look at her wife, although she did not agree, she did not refuse, and said to Zheng Xinyu: "You ask people to buy some yellow paper and cinnabar back!"

Zheng Xinyu saw that his wife did not object, so he hurriedly dialed the driver's phone and asked him to bring some yellow paper and cinnabar.

As one of the closest leaders/leaders, the driver is naturally responsible for the person who absolutely trusts, so he is not afraid of the driver spreading the matter.

After a while, the driver carried a leather bag, ran in in a hurry, and after handing the leather bag to Zheng Xinyu, he didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, and left again.

Wu Xiaoyu took the yellow paper, looked at the clock on the wall again, and said to the two: "If you can, you two don't sleep here tonight!

Zheng Xinyu sneered: "Of course! We must be trustworthy to you! Tonight, the two of us will spend the night outside, and everything will be left to you!"

Wu Xiaoyu instructed the two of them to say some more words, and then went to the study under the leadership of Zheng Xinyu and began to refine the yellow talisman.

Unconsciously, the sun had sunk in the west, and it was getting late, Wu Xiaoyu came downstairs and saw that the two had already left, leaving only a note and writing some polite compliments.

The night was getting darker, but before it was enough, Wu Xiaoyu took some fruit from the refrigerator, turned on the TV and began to consume the boring time.

If he had to deal with resentful spirits and the like before, he was afraid that he would have nowhere to put it, but now that he has entered the Qi Refining Realm, he has a spirit rune in his hand, and he can release spiritual power to hurt the yin matter, so he naturally has no fear.

Time passed minute by minute, the moon gradually hid into the thick clouds, the world was lonely, and Wu Xiaoyu felt more and more that the yin atmosphere in this room was pressing.

When the clock on the wall pointed to twelve o'clock, the room began to make all kinds of strange noises.

Wu Xiaoyu knew that the resentful spirit was coming, so he pretended to be relaxed, but he was twisting the spirit talisman in his hand, ready to wait for it to appear, so he hit it with one blow.

(End of chapter)