Suddenly, Huang Chengcheng said "ah", I looked back, and saw that there seemed to be a shadow flashing in the room, very quickly, as if the moment projected by the projector disappeared again in less than half a second. There were no lights in the house, and the curtains were drawn tightly, but after all, it was not without a light source, and the two waxes were also light. At this time, I saw that the candlelight was beating at the same time, and two more shadows flashed in the room, and the manager and the vice president also saw it, and one of the shadows floated towards the vice president. He subconsciously leaned back, but he didn't show much fear, probably not believing in ghosts and gods.

Huang Chengcheng moved his body in fear, next to Manager Fei, trembling all over. Manager Fei hid to the left, Huang Chengcheng leaned to the left again, and after a few strokes, Manager Fei was next to the wall, and there was nowhere to hide, so he had to endure it. Azan Song Lin blessed for a while, and the vice president sitting at the end of the bed suddenly shivered, at first I thought it was because the room was heavy and cloudy, which would make people feel cold, but the vice president shook one after another, very exaggerated, a little like the appearance of the dancing god when he first got on his body.

The vice president tilted his head, closed his eyes and said, "Where is my son Feng Wei?" Huang Chengcheng was so frightened that he almost jumped up, Manager Fei might not have been so scared, but he was also a little trembling under the influence of Huang Chengcheng. Azan Songlin turned his head and whispered to me, "Let me let Mr. Du hand him those offerings."

I thought to myself, isn't Mr. Du possessed by the Yin Spirit, how to give it. But Master Azan spoke, so he had no choice but to do so. Let Ms. Dong help her husband to sit up, and he seems to have recovered some senses, looking left and right. I took a large apple from the low table and handed it to Mr. Du, and was about to make a gesture to tell him that it was not for you to eat, but for you to give it to this person. Strangely, Mr. Du didn't need to teach at all, turned around and handed the apple to the vice president. He took the apple and gnawed on it, the apple was two circles bigger than his fist, and the vice president ate it not long after, and stretched out his hand to Mr. Du. I hurriedly picked two more bananas and handed them to Mr. Du and asked him to hand them over, and the vice president ate them again in a few bites, as if he had been hungry for decades. Take two more pieces of pastry and half a bunch of grapes, and eat them quickly, but still reach out and ask for them. I gave me a big apple and a few pastries, which would cover my food ration for the day, but the vice president's stomach was like a bottomless pit, and he was still begging. I wondered if eating like this would make people worse, so I didn't give it again.

"Hungry!" the vice president still said. I had to take two more oranges and peaches, and when the vice president ate them all, Azan Song Lin's mantra also stopped, and the vice president's movements did not change at all, he still sat on the edge of the bed with his head still closed, and his eyes were half open and half closed. Azan Songlin stood up, walked to the side of the bed, and suddenly reached out and hit the vice president on the head, and the hand was very heavy, and the vice president was knocked down on the bed by him and never moved again.

Azan Songlin blew out the candles and asked me to turn on the lights, and the room came on, and we squinted to see that Mr. Du had been coughing. He said: "Help the client home, the house can't block the light for a few days, you can't turn off the lights at night, the brighter the better, you can put a blindfold on him when you sleep at night, but you must not let the room go dark." Ms. Dong nodded again and again, Manager Fei hurriedly asked what to do with this tombstone, and Azan Song Lin asked Huang Chengcheng to tell him that he had just blessed the resentment of the old Yin Spirit surnamed Feng, but there was no longer a corpse, so he had to let people transport the tombstone to a remote wilderness, preferably in the woods, and find a place without a shade to bury it deeply.

Huang Chengcheng and I helped Mr. Du out of the hotel and drove home. The next morning, we came out of the hotel and saw Mr. Du talking to Ms. Dong, like a child who had just learned to speak, and it was very difficult to speak. Ms. Dong said with red eyes: "Thank you, he is normal!" Azan Song Lin looked at Mr. Du, pressed his hand on his forehead, and said that he was fine, and he would recover slowly for a few months.

Not long after I sat down, Manager Fei called me, wrote down the address of Ms. Dong's house, and visited the vice president. As soon as the vice president sat down on the sofa, he told us, what happened last night, Manager Fei said that he ate so many things in a daze, but when he woke up, his stomach didn't feel at all.

"That seat you have been possessed by a yin spirit named Feng Decai," Huang Chengcheng explained, "It wasn't you who made an offering to your wife last night, but your wife!"

The vice president was very strange: "It eats, then, can it eat? The thing doesn't enter my stomach?" Huang Chengcheng said that ghosts can't eat enough in the underworld, that place is dark for 365 days a year, always cold and dark, and all the yin spirits are hungry all the time, unless relatives and friends give them paper and offerings to worship. Although everything was eaten by you last night, the Yin Spirit possessed you can also be comforted, which is much better than nothing. When those things enter your stomach, the essence is already consumed by the yin spirit, so you don't feel anything.

Manager Fei said: "Last night, the vice president didn't believe it, and said that you are all liars, and he really wants to see how you cheat." As a result, he was possessed by a ghost last night, and he didn't feel it after eating so many things, if I hadn't witnessed the whole process, I guess he wouldn't have known what was going on!" The vice president sighed, saying that he never believed in ghosts and gods, even if the hotel's room 1514 often had accidents, he thought it was a psychological effect, and even considered whether the decoration materials were caused by peculiar smells. Unexpectedly, he really guessed half right, but it was not the smell of the material, but the tombstone stone.

Ms. Dong was very angry: "How can you use this thing to decorate?" The vice president and manager Fei quickly explained, saying that the decoration company also buys goods from various factories, and the hotel has no control over the source of these things, especially things like stone. Ms. Dong proposed to claim 200,000 yuan, but the vice president disagreed, saying that although the hotel was at fault, it was unintentional, and Mr. Du knew that there was a problem, but he had to stay in room 1514, and he was also at fault, and he couldn't let the hotel carry the pot.

Seeing this scene, I had to coordinate in the middle, saying that both of you should make a move, fortunately, Mr. Du's matter has been satisfactorily resolved, Master Azan Songlin from Thailand said, Mr. Du will not have any sequelae, but in recent months, his body may be weaker, his resistance is almost good, and it is good to recuperate for a few months. After all, in order to treat the disease, even if we have already found four groups of people and spent hundreds of thousands, the hotel has to reimburse the money. Otherwise, those guests who have stayed in room 1514 and had an accident before, can you guarantee that there is still an abnormality in their body now, and what if it spreads and comes back to you.

The vice president was silent, and Manager Fei asked: "It's really strange, this year or so, there are hundreds of guests who have stayed in room 1514, why are there only a few accidents?