"No," Mr. Zhu replied, "we usually study like this, but we really don't." Xiaohui's character is relatively stable, and she speaks and does things normally. But we didn't dare to mention the two things she had done before, for fear of irritating her. "I said that's the same, it's not good to open this mouth, just say that I have a kind of thing called spirit wax in my hand, it can detect yin and evil energy, as long as there is, it means that this person has been evil, either hit a ghost, or has a yin spirit possession, or has been lowered to the head. But very few Chinese people are decapitated, and I can only meet ten or twenty times a year.

Mr. Zhu said, "Isn't that less? That's the same as once or twice a month!" I smiled and said don't forget that China has a population of more than one billion, only once or twice a month.

"But even if you do, you won't always be found. Mr. Zhu said.

I said, "That's right, anyway, it's been getting more and more in the past few years, because Chinese are also learning more and more about Southeast Asian evil arts." After discussion, Mr. Zhu agreed to reimburse me for the travel expenses and let me take the spirit wax over for a test.

He sighed: "Now that I'm living in a tight situation, your round-trip fare will be several thousand, and for me, I may have to tighten my belt for two months, and I hope you can understand." It's best to find out the cause thoroughly, or I'll be miserable. "I guarantee that this spiritual wax is very effective, this is the last and easiest method, if there is yin qi, it directly proves that his daughter Xiaohui has encountered evil, if not, it can only be attributed to personality problems.

told Kaohsiung about my situation, and he said, "Go ahead, let's go, I just took out 50,000 yuan, you kid must be in a lot of pain, hurry up and earn it back." Azanfan has become a waste, and the ghost king has returned to West Malaysia, so we have nothing to fear for the time being, and nothing to do with you. I'm looking for someone these days, I'm looking for an outlaw, go to northern Thailand to find Azanfan, cut off his head and bring it back, and give it to Azanbudan to practice in Yuye, and no one will be afraid in the future!"

"Do you really want to do that?" we all hurriedly asked.

Kaohsiung snorted: "Could it be that Liang Yin died in vain? It is natural to kill people and pay off debts, and he can't escape!" Seeing that Kaohsiung is so determined, we no longer persuade him, Azanfan's guy is not a good thing in itself, not to mention killing Sister Liang, he has also poisoned us, if it weren't for our luck, it would not only be Sister Liang who died now, but several people.

I borrowed the spirit wax from Kaohsiung again, I flew back to Guangzhou from Bangkok, in order to save money for Mr. Zhu, I took the train from Guangzhou to Shandong, and it was not a bullet train, but a T-shaped one, and then transferred to Heze. Mr. Zhu took me home at the station, his house is quite far from the station, it is a very old community, the house furnishings are very old and simple, there is only one bedroom, there is a bed in the living room, it seems that Mr. Zhu sleeps, let his daughter and wife live in the bedroom, because you can't let your teenage daughter sleep in the living room, that's not good.

It's the weekend, and I asked if they were all home. Mr. Zhu shook his head: "It's not here, my wife is at work, and my daughter has gone to play with her classmates." "I asked your wife if she doesn't rest on Sundays, Mr. Zhu smiled bitterly and said that life is tense, both of them work two jobs, they usually work one shift, and go to work part-time on weekends, today is to pick me up, otherwise he has to go out to the parking lot to help. I thought to myself, it's really not easy, a good family can be like this.

Sitting on the edge of the bed in the living room, Mr. Zhu told me that his daughter was usually normal, and she couldn't see anything, and she didn't know how to ask her, so it was better to explain something and not provoke her.

"Does she usually get angry easily?" I asked.

Mr. Zhu said: "Very little, she doesn't have such a big temper, let's put it this way, in the past four or five years, except for those two violent incidents, Xiaohui and my wife and I have not blushed much." I asked him to recall carefully, except for those two incidents, Xiaohui usually has no abnormality. Mr. Zhu began to ask, and I reminded him to start from various aspects, such as behavior, habits and language, etc., especially when Xiaohui stepped on the baby for the first time, whether there was any sudden change.

"Xiaohui began to mature about half a year before that incident," Mr. Zhu said as he recalled, "but you also know that this kind of thing, just like people's height, it doesn't change overnight, but slowly, so I can't say exactly when it started." It's impossible for people to be mature yesterday and have it today, right?"

I nodded: "That's right, but think about it, has your daughter slowly matured after that, or has she said anything, or heard what she said to her?" Mr. Zhu scratched his head, got up again, and began to walk back and forth on the side of the bed in the living room. This house is an old and dilapidated kind of building, the layout is not large, and the living room is also very small.

Just as he was about to speak, Mr. Zhu stopped and said that he remembered that about half a year before his son was born, the family of three went to the countryside, which was his wife's former hometown, and after he got married, his brother-in-law lived. Later, his father-in-law and mother-in-law died one after another, and his brother-in-law sold the courtyard and moved to the county seat. But the relatives in the countryside are still there, and they are more familiar. There are a few families in the village with large yards, so they have been converted into farmhouses to welcome tourists from the city. Mr. Zhu's family's living standard at that time was still above the well-off, and they also lived in a farmhouse when they went to the village, so they had to have a good time for a few days. It's summer, and the village eats free-range chickens, grain-fed ducks, and pesticide-free vegetables grown by farmers, and it's very happy. And Xiaohui was only about ten years old at this time, and like most little girls, she was willful, coquettish, tantrum and even crying. is naturally more pampered by this one daughter. stayed until the evening of the third day, because she was going back to the city the next day, Xiaohui had to eat fried duck for dinner.

The owner of the farmhouse has known Zhu's wife since childhood, after all, he grew up in a village. But it happened that his own house had been sold out, so he had to look for it in the village. Even looking for several houses, the villagers said that there is no suitable killing for the time being, and they are all too small, and it is not cost-effective to sell them by the catty, unless they are called, and they are sold as adult ducks. The owner of the farmhouse is naturally unwilling, and the guests are not stupid, spending the money of adult ducks to buy underage ducks. I came back and told Mr. Zhu's family about the situation, and said that the neighbor's ducks had not grown up, so they could only be sold as adult ducks, and if you agreed, you could buy them.

The food at the farmhouse is not cheap, and each adult grain-fed duck costs 15 and the non-grown duck weighs only half the weight. Mr. Zhu felt that it was too much of a loss, so he said to Xiaohui that he would not eat it and would talk about it next time. But Xiaohui refused, she had to eat fried duck for dinner, and Zhu's wife felt that it was nothing more than spending seventy or eighty yuan more, so in order to make her daughter happy, she would eat it. But Mr. Zhu probably saw the owner of the farmhouse standing next to him laughing that day, so he didn't want to buy it, thinking that his daughter couldn't do this if she wanted to be rich, she was already a fourth-grade elementary school student, and she should be sensible. Xiaohui also lost her temper, saying that her father was too picky and didn't give her good food. Mr. Zhu was a little angry and told his daughter that your parents have been very generous to you, and this is not a slam on the door but not a waste. The owner of the farmhouse was helping on the side, saying that if he came out to play, don't care about the seventy or eighty yuan, he said that Xiaohui was even more energetic, and he had to eat. Mr. Zhu felt that he couldn't get off the stage, and if he agreed, wouldn't it be tantamount to proving that he was picking the door, so he had to bite the bullet and say that he couldn't waste it, and the child couldn't be too pampered. The father and daughter choked more and more they talked, Xiaohui cried, and walked out of the yard angrily and said that she would not eat.