Huang Shaoyong quickly regained his composure, he stood up and walked over to support Huang Yuanchao, intending to send him to the hospital for treatment. Huang Yuanchao waved his hand, pressed the wound on his face with a tissue, and said in a calm tone: "Don't bother my father, I'll just go alone." ”

Jiawen and I watched Huang Shaoyong walk out of the house, and we always felt that something was wrong, but we couldn't say it.

"Brother, it's really strange to say, I can obviously feel a strong yin qi in the living room, but I opened the yin and yang eyes and didn't find the existence of ghosts." Jiawen said to me with a puzzled expression.

The Ring of Power is still as usual, and it doesn't emit red light, which means that there are no ghosts in this villa at all!

If there are no ghosts in the villa, then it makes sense that the rune paper pasted on the wall does not respond.

With the doubts in my mind, I walked around the living room, carefully checking every corner, and the ghost suppression charms and exorcism charms pasted on the walls were intact, indicating that there were no ghosts haunting.

The yin wind that appeared in the living room just now came so strangely, if it was a ghost, the Ring of Power and the Ghost Charm should have reacted immediately, but the truth was that there was no movement. What's going on here?

I carefully observed the expressions of Huang Shaoyong and his wife, and found that the two of them didn't seem to care about their son's injury, and their eyes were always focused on Jiawen.

Huang Shaoyong lit a cigarette and asked me, "Master Chen, what happened just now?" ”

I shook my head and said, pretending to be annoyed, "I don't know. ”

"There was a strong yin wind blowing in the living room just now, it should be a female ghost doing tricks, it seems that those rune papers pasted by Master Chen don't seem to be very effective." Huang Shaoyong squinted his eyes and said to me with a smile.

When Jiawen heard this, she was so angry that her eyebrows rose, she stood up and said to Huang Shaoyong unconvinced: "There is no problem with my brother's rune paper!" ”

"Oh, then why did you put a female ghost in? Master Chen, what do you think is the reason for this? Huang Shaoyong said in a cold voice.

I looked at Huang Shaoyong's strange expression, and I always felt that he seemed to be a different person, he used to respect me so much, but now he is vicious and sneering, what has this guy experienced in just one day?

I said to Huang Shaoyong without humility or arrogance: "Boss Huang, I guarantee with my personality that there is absolutely no problem with the rune paper." ”

Huang Shaoyong snorted coldly and said contemptuously: "Since you said that the rune paper is fine, then how do you explain the yin wind that appeared just now?" ”

This stopped me, and it stands to reason that if there were ghosts just now, the rune paper on the wall and the ring of power on my hand would definitely react. If there were no ghosts, how could we explain the cold and biting yin wind just now?

I stood by the broken chandelier, my brows furrowed, and I thought that there must be some unknown inside story about this incident, Huang Shaoyong took the initiative to find me in the early morning, and his real purpose was probably not to let me exorcise ghosts. I always feel that this old guy seems to be deliberately deceiving me and Jiawen under the pretext of exorcism, what is he thinking in his heart?

In order to prove the authenticity of Huang Shaoyong's remarks, I plan to go to the victim's house to find out the situation, whether there are any ghosts, just go to the victim's house to have a look.

I called Jiawen and hurriedly said goodbye to Huang Shaoyong and his wife, and declined Huang Shaoyong's kindness to give us a ride.

We left the villa and flagged down a taxi, and Jiawen found the victim's address from an article posted by an unscrupulous marketing account on Weibo.

After arriving at the small bungalow where the victim's house was located, a group of reporters gathered outside the door, gathered around a middle-aged man with white hair, and asked nonchalantly: "Mr. Zhang, why do you want to reconcile with Huang Shaoyong?" We want to know why you didn't file a lawsuit against Huang Yuanchao? ”

"How much did Mr. Zhang receive from Huang Shaoyong? Your daughter was indirectly killed by Huang Shaoyong's son, don't you want to take revenge? ”

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, please tell me why you chose to reconcile!"

The middle-aged man shook his head with a haggard face, and kept repeating the same sentence in his mouth: "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know......"

Unable to get useful information from the middle-aged man, the reporters left in frustration. Jiawen and I stepped forward and took the initiative to introduce the middle-aged man: "Hello Mr. Zhang, we are Mr. Yin and Yang. My sister and I were very angry when we heard about Ling Yuan, and we planned to seek justice for Ling Yuan, and if Mr. Zhang had any difficulties, just tell us, and I promised to do my best to help Mr. Zhang. ”

The middle-aged man glanced at us and said in disbelief, "I don't think you look like Mr. Yin and Yang. There are so many people coming to our house these days that it has seriously interfered with our normal life. Alas, let's go, I don't need your help, let Wen Jing's child go on the road in peace! ”

"Mr. Zhang, don't you want to avenge Wen Jing? Don't you want justice? Are you really willing to swallow your anger? I stepped forward and threw three questions at the middle-aged man.

After a while, the middle-aged man turned around, wiped his tears, and said to us with sadness: "Please come into the house, you two, outside is not the place to talk." ”

With the middle-aged man into the house, a strong smell of thread and burning paper reached the nostrils, and there was an old offering table on the wall facing the left side of the door, and a black and white portrait inlaid in a photo frame was placed on the offering table, several porcelain plates full of fruit offerings were arranged in front of the statue in a straight line, and an incense burner full of incense sticks was placed in front of the fruit, and the repeated green smoke rising from the incense burner hovered around the statue, which could not be dispersed for a long time.

As soon as we entered the house just now, we felt a chilling chill, and the room was always shrouded in a faint layer of yin, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people breathless.

Jiawen and I sat on the sofa directly opposite the offering table, and as soon as we looked up, we could see the image on the offering table. The middle-aged man made us tea and introduced: "My name is Zhang Wenwu, you can just call me Lao Zhang." Since Wen Jing left, the child has been sick and has been lying in bed for several days without waking up. ”

Jiawen frowned and asked puzzledly, "Why didn't Uncle Zhang send Auntie to the hospital for treatment?" ”

"I thought so, but my family's savings were running low, and I couldn't afford the high hospital bills." Speaking of this, Zhang Wenwu couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe his tears, I looked at the middle-aged man in front of me who was about fifty years old and couldn't cry, and I felt very uncomfortable.

As a father, he lost his most precious daughter; As a husband, his wife fell ill in bed unconscious. Having suffered two major blows in succession, Zhang Wenwu's spirit was on the verge of collapse, and at first glance I couldn't believe that this was a middle-aged man at first sight with the white hair on his head and the dense wrinkles on his face.

Jiawen and I took a sip of tea, and under the leadership of Zhang Wenwu, we walked into a small room.

I saw a woman with a white beard lying motionless on the bed with her eyes closed, and after obtaining Zhang Wenwu's consent, I sat on the edge of the bed and helped the woman take her pulse.

"Master, how is my wife?" Zhang Wenwu stood aside and asked anxiously.

I shook my head, and said in a trembling voice: "Auntie has more air in and less air now, I'm afraid it won't last long......"

Zhang Wenwu listened, and fell to the ground with a desperate face, I was afraid that something would happen to him, so I hurriedly asked Jiawen to help him up.

"God-damned Huang Shaoyong, Lao Tzu cursed your whole family not to die well!" Zhang Wenwu pointed to the ceiling emotionally and scolded.

Tired of scolding, Zhang Wenwu knelt in front of me and begged with tears in his eyes: "Master, please do me a favor!" ”

I helped Zhang Wenwu up, let him sit on the edge of the bed, and asked in a gentle tone, "Uncle Zhang, but it doesn't matter, we will do our best." ”

"I beg the master to save Wen Jing's soul from Huang Shaoyong!"

Zhang Wenwu's words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, so shocked that Jiawen and I opened our mouths wide, and we couldn't speak for a long time.

Wen Jing's soul is in Huang Shaoyong's hands, what is going on? Did the haunted incident that Huang Shaoyong mentioned not exist at all, and it was all made up by him alone? But what was his purpose in doing so?

I comforted Zhang Wenwu a few words, and I couldn't help but fall into deep confusion in my heart. At present, Zhang Wenwu's mood is very unstable, and he can't continue to ask him, if he wants to know the ins and outs of the matter, he can only make plans after Zhang Wenwu calms down.

I asked Jiawen to take care of Zhang Wenwu, and I left the room and returned to the living room.

Standing in front of the offering table, I put a stick of incense on Zhang Wenjing, and through the yin and yang eyes, I saw that Zhang Wenjing's portrait was shrouded in a thick layer of black gas.

I swallowed, and a chill ran down my spine, and I thought to myself: if I had just committed suicide because I was humiliated, I would never have had such a strong resentment. What happened to Zhang Wenjing after her death?

I took out the only soul talisman from the yellow cloth bag, intending to try my luck and summon Zhang Wenjing's soul to ask for clarification.

If you use the spirit charm in normal times, it will not take a few minutes for the soul of the deceased to appear. But after I pinched the mantra and burned the rune paper, I waited for more than ten minutes and still didn't move, and I couldn't help but be horrified: Could it be that as Zhang Wenwu said, Zhang Wenjing's soul did not go to the underworld to report, but was controlled by Huang Shaoyong?

Not daring to think about it further, I took a deep breath and was about to go back to the room to call Jiawen, when a noisy voice came from outside the door.