We set off immediately, because Mr. Qian was weak last night, so Huang Chengcheng drove Mr. Qian's car. He was reluctant and asked if he could stay at home. I said that this is not your home, do you need to stay behind? Huang Chengcheng looked like a bitter melon, suddenly covered his stomach, said that it was very uncomfortable, and collapsed on the sofa and couldn't move. Qian's wife hurriedly went over and asked, I said it's okay, he is an old problem, he will be fine for a while, and he is healthier than a good person.

Huang Chengcheng said: "I, my stomach hurts so much, I want to go to ......" After speaking, he ran to the bathroom. Twenty minutes passed and he didn't come out, and Qian's wife said that I would just drive, let Boss Huang stay at home, and have medicine for diarrhea, so that he could have a good rest. I hurriedly said that you think too much, Boss Huang is fine, he just likes to nap in the bathroom.

Through the door of the toilet, I patted a few times and said Boss Huang, when will you come out, we will all wait. Huang Chengcheng said: "Why are you still waiting for me?

"That's not good, without your change of guard, are you embarrassed to let Mrs. Qian and a woman drive so far?" I said, "If you don't come out, we'll just wait, and we'll have dinner at noon, and we really can't go back tomorrow." Huang Chengcheng said angrily why do you want to do this, it's too inhumane.

Mrs. Qian said: "Boss Tian, doesn't Boss Huang have a stomachache? Then don't let him go, how bad is this!" I said it's okay, he is pretending, and you don't know him. Mr. Qian and his family looked at each other with confused expressions. Azan Song Lin walked over and knocked on the bathroom door, and said "come out and drive", and then heard the sound of toilet flushing coming from inside, Huang Chengcheng pushed the door out, looking as if he had just finished mourning.

Huang Chengcheng drove the car, and changed with Qian's wife every two hours, and we went to the county seat first to find a small hotel to live in. After dinner, I pinched the time and came to this village while it was dark. It is indeed very remote, and I almost got lost several times, and Qian's wife inquired twice about the farmer's house in the village before finding the right place. It is indeed a large cemetery, and by the unknown moonlight, you can see that the hillside is densely packed with grave bags and tombstones. The night was still cold and I couldn't help but sneeze twice.

Azan Song Lin sat in the passenger seat and let Huang Chengcheng drive slowly, his right arm on the window, as if looking for something. Mr. Qian and his wife were a little scared when they looked at their expressions, it should be that they rarely go to this kind of place, especially in the middle of the night. I'm not surprised, and with Azan Songlin present, there's basically nothing to be afraid of, but this is not a playground after all, and I'm still a little panicked. If it weren't for the money, good people who have nothing to do will always run to this kind of place, hoping to end it as soon as possible.

"Stop. Azan Songlin said. Huang Chengcheng hurriedly stepped on the brakes and stopped, I saw that this was a small dirt slope, only a few lonely graves, and some of the tombstones were crooked, which seemed to have been washed away by the rain for many years. When everyone came out, Azan Songlin walked over, stood in the middle of several graves, stepped on the soil with his feet, and then beckoned Mr. Qian to sit where he had stepped on, and he himself sat cross-legged opposite him. I don't know why I have to be there, but I know there must be a special purpose.

As I began to chant the mantra, Huang Chengcheng stood behind me and grabbed my arm tightly with his hand. He was shaking all the time, as if an electric current was passing through him. At this time, I saw Mr. Qian stand up, take a few steps back, and then bend down and dig hard with both hands. Mrs. Qian asked nervously, "What is he doing?" Actually, I don't know, but unfortunately I didn't bring a shovel.

Mr. Qian was just planing like this, and Mrs. Qian wanted to come forward to help several times, but I dragged her back. She whispered that her hand would hurt, and I told her that there was no way, that it was all a sign of the exorcism process, and that it had to be experienced. After 20 minutes of digging, Mr. Qian had dug a small pit in the ground, about a foot and a half deep, and then sat on the ground and gasped. I walked over and turned on the flash of my phone, and it was a tablet, dark in color, like the lid of a coffin. Azan Songling told us to throw all the sacrifices we had purchased into the pit and burn them, and he continued to bless them with mantras in the process.

At this time, I saw that Mr. Qian's body was convulsive, as if he was suffering from malaria, and he was shaking exaggeratedly. When the sacrifices were almost burned, Mr. Qian slowly walked over and took back all the excavated soil, which was much faster, and he carefully stepped on it with his feet.

Azan Songlin walked over, sat cross-legged in the flat position, continued to bless for about ten minutes, turned around and walked towards the car, opened the back door and went in. I hurriedly waved everyone to get into the car, Azan Song Lin sat in the back seat, Mr. Qian also sat in the center of the back row with my support, and Huang Chengcheng sat in the co-pilot. Less than ten minutes after we drove out, Mr. Qian suddenly screamed, startling us all.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts me!" I turned on the rear seat lamp, and I saw that Mr. Qian's palms and ten nails were all bloody, obviously caused by digging soil just now. I took a bottle of mineral water from the rear windshield and opened it and poured it on his wound to relieve the pain temporarily. When I arrived in the county seat, I found a small health center with an emergency department and treated Mr. Qian's fingers with iodine wine and gauze. Spend the night at a small hotel in the prefecture and depart for the city the next morning. On the way, Azan Songlin told me that last night he was looking for the place where the Yin Qi was heaviest in the cemetery, where the last spell was cast. There is an old coffin from decades ago, and the deceased has not been worshiped for a long time, and even the grave bag and tombstone have long been lost, and there is great resentment.

Therefore, Azan Songlin cast a spell there, so that the evil spirit attached to Mr. Qian could be attached to the old coffin, and at the same time, Qian's wife could worship with offerings to dispel the resentment. However, this also has a side effect, that is, the resentment in the old coffin will still be stagnant in the future, and if someone stays there, there is a risk that they will be possessed again.

Qian's wife said: "I can't care so much! Who will go to the cemetery to cool off if they have nothing to do?"

Huang Chengcheng said: "There must be a silver will go to the grave, if someone is tired and sits there to rest, they may be unlucky!" Qian wife said that the probability is too low to consider. I thought to myself, your husband can hide for a night in the Forbidden City, and he will also run into evil spirits, the probability of this is already very low, but he has not encountered it. But for me, a card dealer, I really can't take care of so many aspects, and if someone really sits or even lies in that place when he goes to the grave, and is possessed by the evil spirit again, he has to be considered unlucky.

Back at the Qian family, the couple was still very happy, one was to solve the bad luck, and the other was to overspend the resentment in the room, so that they could live in peace and stability in the future, and they really earned money by buying this house. Mr. Qian decided to hype it up, and also took a few photos of Azan Song Lin, ready to post them on QQ Space and all groups.

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