"Just forgot about it?" I said, "and the third person's head was on it." Huang Chengcheng shouted, and the tea in the cup was spilled with water, making him scream. I didn't expect him to react so much, and Mrs. Qian hurriedly pulled him to the bathroom to rinse in cold water, and found badger oil to help apply it. I was a little embarrassed in my heart, and smiled and said no.

Huang Chengcheng grinned and said, "Boss Tian, how can you behave like this?" I apologized again and again and said yes, I am a businessman who lacks morality. Huang Chengcheng knew that I was sarcastic about him, looked at me, and didn't say much. In the evening, Mr. Qian invited us to dinner at a nearby restaurant. Perhaps because of the local eating habits, almost all the dishes on this table are cold, and there are only a few hot dishes, and the methods are also very strange. For me, a delicious Northeast person, any dish is acceptable, except for hot and sour soup, but Azan Song Lin and Huang Chengcheng are miserable, there is basically nothing to eat, and finally Qian's wife asked the waiter to serve two large plates of assorted fried rice, and the two of them were not hungry.

Mrs. Qian sent her son to her mother's house, and we went to bed on time. Luckily, it's a three-bedroom apartment, five people can sleep and I can make do on the sofa in the living room. At midnight, Azan Song Lin woke us up, and when we heard Huang Chengcheng's snoring, we didn't call him at all, just let him sleep. Mr. Qian and I moved the coffee table to the window and sat cross-legged on the floor in the center of the living room, with Azan Songlin sitting across from him. My wife and I sat on the sofa next to us.

After turning off the lights, Azan Songlin began to cast a spell, and in the darkness he saw Mr. Qian hanging his head and muttering something in his mouth, but he couldn't hear clearly. After a few minutes, Mr. Qian stopped muttering, and suddenly the door of the second bedroom opened, and Huang Chengcheng walked out. I gestured to him and motioned for him to be silent, we were casting a spell. Seeing Huang Chengcheng in the dark, he didn't speak, slowly walked to the front of the TV cabinet, knelt on the ground, and put his head flat on the TV cabinet in a very strange posture. He muttered the words "seduce, seduce me", "why kill me, he is alive", and "return my head".

I was very surprised, what does this mean, could it be that Mr. Qian's evil spirit has run to Huang Chengcheng? At this time, I saw Huang Chengcheng slowly bent down and crawled slowly on the floor, as if he wanted to crawl towards the bedroom. This time I understood a little, and I don't need to explain it, it wasn't an evil god, but the mistress of the former owner, the hapless woman who was hacked to death by his wife. She should be unwilling, thinking that she was seduced by the other party, and only she was killed, but the former owner had nothing to do, which was too unfair. And when you climb into the bedroom, you want your head to fit your body.

Azan Song Lin raised his voice, reached out and pressed the top of Huang Chengcheng's head, for a few minutes, then gently covered his left and right ears with both hands, and slowly walked into the master bedroom with Huang Chengcheng's body, which looked like he was carrying his head with light. The two of them entered the bedroom, and my wife and I stood outside the door to watch, and saw Huang Chengcheng crawling on the bed shirtless, lying on the bed in a very strange position, and finally twisted his head, which should be the posture of the woman when she was dying, and then she didn't move.

Azan Songlin sat cross-legged in front of the bed, and blessed it with a mantra for more than ten minutes before stopping. Let me turn on the electric light and tell me that when he was holding the spell just now, there was a female who was killed in the house whose resentment suddenly increased, so he had to overdo it first. He also asked the customer to get some paper money, incense, candles, paper horses and other sacrifices at midnight every day for the past few days, and worship in the house several times to completely eliminate resentment.

Looking at Huang Chengcheng, who was asleep on the bed in the bedroom, and then looking back at her husband who was sitting in the living room with his head hanging down, Mrs. Qian asked, "Why is it attached to Boss Huang, not my husband?"

"Mr. Qian has an evil qi entangled, ordinary yin spirits dare not approach, his matter will be dealt with tomorrow night. Azan Songlin said to me. I reassured Mrs. Qian, Boss Huang was possessed by the third-party female yin spirit who cut off his head just now, and he had to get it done first, and now Boss Huang is weak, don't quarrel with him, just let him sleep like this, and don't touch it. Mrs. Qian nodded again and again, helped her husband in the living room up, and went to sleep in the second bedroom. I was still on the living room couch and had a weird dream in the middle of the night about a woman sitting on the TV and crying that someone was sorry for her.

When I woke up in the morning, I didn't feel very well, thinking that the dream last night was probably the yin spirit of the woman who was hacked to death, and I don't know how to feel when I ran away from the front room. At breakfast, I told Mrs. Qian that the resentment in this house has been eliminated, and in a few days in the middle of the night, I will burn more paper in the living room, and at the same time just chatter, but pay attention to safety and don't catch fire. Mrs. Qian was very grateful and nodded again and again. Huang Chengcheng walked out of the bedroom shirtless, looking a little confused, I hurriedly pushed him into the house, and then went to the second bedroom to carry his clothes.

Huang Chengcheng realized that the bedroom was different, and knocked his head while changing clothes: "This family is really strange, I slept well in the second bedroom, and if I was brought to this master bedroom, it made my head hurt, so blue and thin." ”

I smiled and talked about last night's incident, Huang Chengcheng didn't speak for a long time, and suddenly hugged my shoulders hard: "Boss Tian, will I be possessed by a spicy Lu ghost?"

"It's strange, why didn't it be attached to your Boss Tian?" asked Huang Chengcheng. I said that you were the only one asleep at that time, and that the yang energy was the weakest when people were sleeping, so I didn't look for you to find anyone.

Huang Chengcheng swallowed his saliva, and I said: "Don't follow Azan Song Lin out to toss in the future, I won't hack your benefit fee, don't think that people are the same as you, you are a profiteer." Huang Chengcheng nodded again and again, and said that he would think about it when the time came.

In the blink of an eye, it was midnight again, Azan Song Lin asked Mr. Qian to sit in the living room as usual, he was opposite, Huang Chengcheng was afraid of being possessed again, so he set the alarm clock at twelve o'clock, and then he also got up and sat in the corner of the living room to watch. I turned off the lights, and Azan Songlin took out the woodcut mask from last time from his backpack, put it on his face, and began to chant mantras. This time, the mantra began to change, both like chanting and chanting, just like that time when he lowered his head for Kaohsiung.

Suddenly, I saw Mr. Qian slowly stand up, bow his head and lower his hands, and slowly walk towards the front in the living room, but that aspect is only the wall, and it is where Huang Chengcheng is sitting. He immediately got up and hid behind me, and Mr. Qian turned back when he was about to hit the wall, and continued to walk like this, a bit like the walking dead. My wife and Huang Chengcheng and I looked at each other, and when I was wondering, Mr. Qian was lying on the ground again, his body twisting from side to side, holding his head and face with both hands, as if he was protecting something, and this posture was very much like being beaten.