At this time, I saw that Boss Xian had several scars on his face, so I asked how to get it. Boss Xian touched it with his hand and said that he was injured after falling in the bathroom that night. Seeing these scars, I thought to myself, could the bathroom of the hotel room be decorated in the style of the deep mountains and dense forests, and there are branches everywhere, how can I shave my face like this.

Boss Xian gasped: "It's really unlucky! That's not all, I always dream at night that someone beats me, or the one in white clothes, the clothes seem to glow, and they keep pumping my mouth, and the more I struggle, the harder I fight." I'm going to lie still, and the man won't beat me. ”

I thought to myself that this dream is really strange, according to my experience, when the evil person always dreams of a person who is dressed in a fixed way, it is usually a typical collision with the evil spirit, the man in white should be the yin spirit, obviously, Boss Xian offended him, not something to lower the head, the symptoms of the head lowering technique are not like this. So I said to Boss Xian, you are the evil and not the middle, don't worry, it may be a problem in the hotel room, I will help you find a master Azan.

"Really not lowering your head?" asked Boss Xian. I smiled and said that even in Southeast Asia, it is impossible to blame all the people who are sick on the head lower, not to mention that this is Hong Kong, where did so many head descenders come from. Boss Xian said that it is not necessarily, in the past two years, Azan from Thailand has often come to Hong Kong for puja meetings, and Azan Nanya has also come.

I replied, "Azan came to Hong Kong to hold the puja to bless the Buddha cards, exorcise evil spirits and perform the luck technique, so that the head descender will not let you know where he has gone in a big way." "Boss Xian said that he wanted to go to Azan Nanya and ask her to help take a look, but Master Nanya refused every time, saying that he didn't have time.

"She's not available, she thinks you're faking your illness just to disturb her. I said.

Boss Xian pointed to the ceiling: "Heaven and earth conscience! I'm really not pretending to be sick, this time I really fell into evil, you can see it!" I nodded again and again and said yes, although Azan Nanya is only good at love and insect descent, but after all, it is Azan, maybe it can exorcise evil spirits. So, I asked Mr. Xu to drive Mr. Sin and me to Tai Po to Azan Namya's residence. Entering the walled house, Azananya saw the three of us coming, smiled and asked us to let us in.

I briefly told Boss Xian about it, and Azan Nanya was a little surprised and said, "I thought you were pretending to be sick." Boss Xian said with a sad face that it was really not, and made her look at it. Azannaya sat down Boss Sin and pressed his forehead with his right hand to begin chanting mantras. Boss Xian closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly, and after a few minutes, his body suddenly turned in a half circle and fell from the chair to the ground, as if someone had slapped him.

Mr. Xu hurriedly went over to help Boss Xian up, he covered his face and whispered*, Azan Nanya asked me to pull his hand away, only to see that his right side of his face was red and swollen, and the slap was not light. I was very strange, even if Boss Xian collided with some yin spirit in the hotel room, this yin spirit was too bold, and he could still follow Boss Xian, and even Master Azan was not afraid? I asked Azan Nanya what was going on, and she said, "This is a very powerful ghost, and he has a great deal of resentment, so he is attached to Boss Xian, and I can see two black gases on his shoulders." ”

"What should I do then?" said Boss Xian with a sad face. Nanya said to wait until midnight to cast the spell again, and try to communicate with the yin spirit to see if there is any result.

Azan Nanya went to the inner room to rest, and the three of us sat in the outer room, and I asked Boss Xian why he had to go out in person when he saw the cartoonist, and just leave it to the employees of the company to do it. Boss Xian looked at Mr. Xu and said angrily: "If this waste has that ability, I won't be evil!" Mr. Xu smiled, saying that the cartoonist who lives in Shenzhen has a very strange temper and a big shelf, and when he talks about cooperation with the publisher, he only sees the boss of the company, not even the vice president.

I said, "This score is really not small, you can't blame Mr. Xu, even if he has the ability, he can't do anything." Boss Xian snorted, closed his eyes and began* again, saying that he was uncomfortable. I recommend finding a hotel nearby so as not to disturb Azananya's rest. Mr. Xu said that it is not easy to find a hotel here, and there are basically no hotels near the walled village.

Boss Xian snorted: "There seems to be a homestay on the two streets in the west, but I don't want to move, just here." "We had to sit around the dinner table. Mr. Xu took out a pot of tea from the cabinet, boiled water to make tea for everyone, and chatted while drinking to pass the time. In the evening, Mr. Xu went to the nearby market to shop, and when he came back, he cooked rice and stir-fried vegetables, which made it taste very fragrant. I smiled and said to Boss Xian, you have such a capable assistant as Mr. Xu, why are you always dissatisfied and scolding him all day long.

"Can this be regarded as capable?" Boss Xian glared, "It's not much better than a live pig, and you can use him for cooking?" I'm looking for an assistant, not a chef! I can't find him in business, but I'm doing it hard!" At this time, Mr. Xu came out with two dishes, and said with a smile that the boss was right, he was just cooking a meal, and he was afraid that the scale of the restaurant near here would be small and not suitable for everyone's appetite.

Sitting down to eat, Azannanya praised Mr. Xu's craftsmanship and asked him if he had studied cooking before. Mr. Xu said: "I didn't study cooking, but I had to help my sister take care of her daughter for a while, so I trained out. "Speaking of which, I saw that Boss Xian's face was ugly, and it was probably the most disgusting to mention his ex-wife.

The evenings are boring, there is no TV in the house, and there is no entertainment nearby, this walled village in the Hong Kong countryside is quiet at night, with only the occasional barking of dogs outside. Boss Xian and Mr. Xu sat in wooden chairs, both tilting their heads and leaning on the backrests to take a nap. I paced back and forth in the room in boredom and saw several picture frames hanging on the wall, each with dozens of old photographs in it. It's basically black and white, rarely color, and I saw a man from his teens to his twenties and thirties, who looked a lot like Boss Xian, probably when he was young. In addition, there are many family portraits of several generations of sitting, some people holding small dolls, I guess it is also when Boss Xian is the youngest.

Among them, there is a photo that attracted me, which is a group photo of a teenage boss Xian and a young couple, with a European-style manor building in the background, which is obviously a fake scene of a photo studio. The couple was about forty years old, and the man was ordinary-looking, but the woman was very beautiful, wearing an old-fashioned cheongsam with her hair in big waves. I couldn't help but look at Boss Xian who was lying in the chair snoring, and thought to myself that my daughter followed her father and my son followed her mother, but Boss Xian's current dignity didn't look like his mother. I'll have to ask him when he wakes up in a moment.