A few days later, Fang Gang and Azan took a plane to Shenyang, and I had to give up going to the hospital and endure the pain to come to the airport to pick them up. When Fang Gang saw my face, he was very surprised, and came up and asked me if I had seduced a woman from a good family. I was beaten by my husband. I was very helpless, and told him the reason, Fang Gang said: "Ghosts hurt people from time to time, this time it just so happened that Master Azan came to you, and by the way, you can help Sun Xicai exorcise the spirit." ”

I sighed, Fang Gang said: "In terms of fees, I'll see if I can let Master Azan give a discount, you guy, don't worry about money anymore, your own safety is important!" I reluctantly agreed.

In the afternoon, Wang Jiao called me while Sun Xicai was taking a bath, saying that Sun Xicai had been very cold to her recently, and she didn't know why, so she asked me what to do. I told her not to think about it. Men and women, like women, have a few days a month when they are in a bad mood, so you just don't make him angry. She asked me where I was, and I casually said that there was a Master Azan who had come to Shenyang from Thailand to help clients with the affairs of the Yin Spirit.

It was twelve o'clock at midnight that night. Azan patted Brother Jiang's house and cast a soul-attracting spell for him. The spell casting process went quite smoothly, and Brother Jiang slowly recovered his consciousness in the next ten days, but sometimes he still wandered. He couldn't drive at all, so he quit his job as a taxi driver. Recuperate at home.

Sister-in-law Jiang reluctantly gave the remaining 40,000 yuan to Fang Gang, she was dissatisfied with me, with anger in her eyes, as if I was her enemy who killed her father. When the three of us went out, I heard Sister-in-law Jiang spill a large basin of water out of the door, and it seemed that in her eyes, I was a bad head.

Fang Gang told me that 14,000 yuan of the 10,000 yuan collected was our profit, and 21 was added to 5, and each person was 7,000. I think I have lost more than I gained, Brother Jiang is a good person, but I will definitely not be able to associate with him in the future. His wife wouldn't agree either. Fang Gang saw my thoughts and persuaded: "People like Brother Jiang's wife don't have to be sorry, the fewer such customers, the better!" ”

But I still can't let go. Although this matter is Brother Jiang's greed, there are also many opportunities to avoid accidents, but there will always be someone who plays a bad role. Including Brother Jiang himself. For example, the day shift driver surnamed Tang is not so vicious, for example, Brother Jiang's temper is not so bad, for example, his wife is not a more greedy person, such as ......

There are too many examples and assumptions, but there is only one trajectory in the world, and as someone said, there is no regret medicine to sell in the world. In less than a month, I've had two experiences of having a shadow in my dreams, and since then, I've never taken a taxi when I go out at night to run errands.

Brother Jiang's matter was solved, although this business made money, but in my opinion, it was actually a loss. Because I was affected by the last yang man, my luck was low, and I was easy to be haunted by ghosts, which felt very bad, and I was groggy all day long. If I hadn't fastened my seatbelt that night, Brother Jiang might have died when he was in a car accident.

I asked Fang to discuss with Azan, and finally he agreed to expel the Yin Spirit of the Last Yang Male in Sun Xicai's body at a price of 250,000 baht. Equivalent to 50,000 yuan, I am very distressed, but since everyone is here, let's do it. called Sun Xicai and told him about the situation, but he was traveling with Wang Jiao in Dandong and staying at a friend's house, planning to go back in half a month, and asked me if I could wait. Master Azan definitely wouldn't wait for half a month for this matter, so he had to talk about it later, and Fang Gang and Azan went back to Thailand first.

The wound on my face never healed, and I couldn't go to my cousin's house, so I had to refund my ticket first and continue to go to the hospital. After nearly half a month, the injury gradually recovered. Brother Hongzatai.

During this time, I have been thinking about what I have been doing with Brother Jiang, who is already half dead, and I can come back smoothly. Recalling the experience of passing through the yin that night, I couldn't find the way in the taxi, I felt feverish, so I took off my jacket completely, and at that time I felt a place on my back that was particularly hot, and now I think about it, isn't that the position where the five sutras have been tattooed? I went to the dressing mirror, stripped off my shirt and twisted my body to look, yes, that was the place. My guess is that it is very likely that the tattoo of the Five Sutras played a role.

After breakfast at home that day, I sat in front of the computer and watched the news, and I couldn't figure out why Zheng Yonggui, the man who was attached to Sun Xicai's body, was actually lustful in his way of revenge against me. Suddenly, I flipped through several electronic news items of the "Huashang Morning Post" that I had browsed before, one of which was "A large number of urns were lost in the Linggu Tower of the Shenyang Funeral Home".

I lay down in bed and began to sort through the clues. With this news, combined with the fact that Sun Xicai bought a lot of old urns from a funeral supply store, I guess that Zheng Yonggui's urn must have been lost together in that urn loss incident. Then the thieves sold the old urns at a low price to the funeral supply store, and Sun Xicai bought them. After the clues were smoothed, I suddenly had the urge to investigate this Zheng Yonggui.

If you want to check, you have to go to the Shenyang funeral home, and when I mention that place, I remember the sleepwalking incident of running out of the funeral home in the middle of the night, and I still have palpitations. But it's noon, the yang is in full swing, and I don't have anything to fear.

Just go, go out and hail a taxi on the side of the road, and it didn't take long to get to the place. After entering the door of the funeral home, turn a corner is the Spirit Bone Tower, and go up to the second floor, where two staff members sit at the desk in the hall, chatting warmly while eating.

I walked over and said, "I'm sorry, I want to ask how to reissue the ashes deposit certificate if I lose it?" ”

A staff member was a middle-aged woman, her smile was not yet confiscated, and she didn't look at me, and said casually: "The name number of the deceased, the cremation certificate, pay seventy yuan!" ”

"The deceased's name is Zheng Yonggui, the number has been forgotten, and the cremation certificate has also been lost." I replied.

The staff turned to look at me: "Why are you losing everything?" ”

I smiled and said, "I'm a bit confused, how do you think I can make up for it?" ”

Her face was covered with frost: "That can't be done!" ”

I said, "By the way, has the matter of throwing the urn been resolved?" ”

The staff's expression was a little nervous: "That's the ...... Isn't that all in the past? ”

I said, "How can you just get over like this?" The urn bought for hundreds of dollars, plus the ashes are lost, you have to give us an explanation, right? ”

Another male staff member helped beside him: "Brother, I have to find the police to investigate this matter, and there is no result yet." "I pretended to be angry, saying that it would be a few years before the results would come to fruition, and the woman apparently wanted to divert the conversation and told me to find a place in the Spirit Bone Tower, and asked me if I remembered where it was. I said maybe, and she led me into the Bone Tower.

The last time I went in late at night, it was broad daylight, and I turned a little bit, and I was thinking about which row it was, and when I was worrying about which row it was, I laughed in my heart, because I had already seen a large crack in the row of wooden frames. I walked over, and sure enough, I found a small grid with the name "Zheng Yonggui" on the wooden shelf. I asked, "Sister, why is this wooden frame still cracked, what happened to the earthquake?" ”

She said angrily: "What an earthquake, the thief who stole the urn came in again a while ago, and knocked down the wooden frame, and several people didn't catch up!" ”

"It's so immoral, even stealing the urn!" I was outraged.

"Isn't it?" She scolded and wrote down the number with a pen, walked out of the Spirit Bone Tower, took out a large book from the filing cabinet, flipped to a certain page, pointed to a line and said to me, "Sign below, write the replacement certificate." By the way, you ...... You only make up for it, but you don't have ashes. ”

I said, "It's okay, I'll buy a new urn with some of the things my grandfather used when he was alive." ”

The staff sighed and looked at the man next to him, and the man said, "Brother, we also have urns for sale here, why don't you take a look?" The price is not expensive, and you will be given the lowest discount. I nodded in agreement and moved the large book in front of me, which turned out to be a registration account, with Zheng Yonggui's name written behind the number of a certain line, as well as the date of storage, the names of family members, and a string of mobile phone numbers. I signed the family member's name and quietly memorized the mobile phone number.

The staff stretched out his hand: "Seventy yuan." ”

I said, "Okay, my bag is downstairs in the car, go get it right away." He turned around and went downstairs, and when he saw that no one was paying attention, he trotted out of the funeral home and took a taxi back. I didn't go home, but I found a random IC card phone on the road, dialed the mobile phone number, and it was a man who answered and asked me who I was. I asked, "This is the Shenyang City Funeral Home, are you Zheng XX?" Who is Zheng Yonggui? The man said that he was the son of Zheng Yonggui. I claimed to be a staff member at the Shenyang City Funeral Home to verify the loss of the urn.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man scolded: "What the is a fart? The urn was lost in your funeral home, if you don't lose money, let's not talk about it, where can we find the lost ashes? ”