I was so anxious that my forehead was sweating, and Deng Kang pressed his right hand on the top of Mr. Zheng's head, and he still made that strange "sizzling" sound in his throat, and his mouth was wide open. Deng Kang pressed his left hand on the urn and told me to guard the door of the ward, not to let anyone in, and not to turn on the light. There was a doctor outside who shouted, "What's going on inside?" Hurry up and open the door, or you're going to break it! ”

I had no choice but to reply through the door: "Don't slam the door yet, the Thai mage is casting a spell on Mr. Zheng to ward off evil spirits, if you break in, you will die!" "It's okay not to say it, maybe the word "dead man" stimulated their nerves, and the door slammed even harder. When I heard someone outside running over again, and the sound of metal keys colliding, I knew it must be the security guard with a spare keypad.

So many people out there. I'm not a big iron ball, this door will definitely not be able to withstand it, so I said to Dengkang: "I can't hold on, what should I do?" ”

Deng Kang ignored me and continued to recite the mantra. The pitch is getting louder and louder. At this time, Mr. Zheng's body arched up like a fish, and he insisted on holding on in a very strange posture for a long time, not moving, like an arched bridge. I thought to myself, that's amazing. I can't put this pose even if I die. The urn on his chest swayed, as if it was going to fall down at any moment. By this time, the door had been opened, and someone pushed it hard, and I held it against my shoulder. He said, "No! ”

At this time, the urn on Mr. Zheng's chest was about to turn down again, and I subconsciously relaxed, and the door was pushed open, knocking me down too. Several people rushed in one after another. Turn on the lights, there are doctors, nurses, and security guards. The security guard asked loudly, "What the hell are you doing?" Seeing Mr. Zheng's strange posture again, everyone was stunned.

"Mr. Zheng, what's wrong with you?" A nurse ran over as Mr. Zheng's body slammed down, his eyes open and motionless, his mouth wider than a fish, and his tongue sticking out. Deng Kang reached out and picked up the urn and placed it on the small table at the head of the bed.

The nurse was frightened enough, looked at Mr. Zheng's terrible face, and didn't dare to go over. Another female nurse who looked older walked over, reached out and touched Mr. Zheng's neck artery, and immediately shouted: "Oops, Mr. Zheng stopped breathing, who strangled him to death?" A doctor hurriedly walked to the bed, touched Mr. Zheng's eyelids, and shone a small flashlight on his pupils, but his eyelids couldn't be closed, as if glue was glued.

He hurriedly asked the nurse to bring the equipment, and the security guard pointed at me and Deng Kang with a baton: "You two come over to me!" "Deng Kang glanced at him, and I told him that Mr. Zheng is not dead, don't make trouble, and you will know the truth soon. The security guard said angrily, he couldn't breathe, his eyes were open. He said he wasn't dead!

Two security guards pulled me and Deng Kang to the wall and told us to stand still. The nurse pushed the electrocardiogram and other instruments and quickly connected them to Mr. Zheng's body, and the screen of the instrument was full of horizontal lines and zero numbers. The doctor looked at it for a few minutes and shook his head. Tell security to call the police.

At this time, Deng Kang said: "He is not dead, but the yin spirit is temporarily separated from the body and imprisoned by me with a witch spell. He was about to walk over, but the security guard glared angrily and raised his baton. I slowly pushed his baton away: "I'm the senior Thai amulet consultant of Master Chen's amulet shop, you should have seen me in the newspaper, right?" My name is Tian Qi. ”

The security guard was stunned for a moment, looking at his expression should have an impression, and suddenly a young and beautiful nurse pointed at me: "Yes, yes, yes, I have seen him." Half a year ago, a female Dharma teacher from Thailand held a puja meeting at Master Chen's Buddhist card shop, and there were many reporters, and I squeezed up and saw that he was also in the shop! ”

"That's right, so this is a spell, Mr. Zheng was in a state of suspended animation just now, don't make any noise, let this mage named Dengkang revive Mr. Zheng." I replied.

The security guard was suspicious, so I moved the urn out of the ward and asked a security guard to help take it downstairs first. Don't lose it. The security guard was dumbfounded, and the doctor next to him nodded, and the security guard took the urn and walked to the elevator with a disgusted face. Deng Kang slowly walked to the side of the bed and stretched out his hand to press Mr. Zheng's eyes. Onlookers of doctors, nurses, and security guards all watched nervously. Ten minutes later, Deng Kang picked up his hand, and Mr. Zheng's eyes didn't know what had been closed.

Deng Kang took off the slipknot rope sleeve from Mr. Zheng's neck and threw it aside, and the tongue in Mr. Zheng's mouth was opened wide and slowly retracted. It's like slow motion in TV. The air froze, and these people didn't even dare to breathe, and the patient in the hospital bed next to him stared blankly, not knowing what was happening.

When Mr. Zheng's tongue was completely retracted into his mouth, his mouth was closed. The expression was extremely serene, as if nothing had happened. A nurse timidly asked, "Is he alive or dead?" ”

"Tomorrow he will wake up," Deng Kang said. With that, he walked out of the room. A security guard wanted to stop him, but I said you don't have to stop him, I won't leave, just wait in this ward until tomorrow. If Mr. Zheng is not alive, it is not too late for you to call the police. In addition, I told them to keep the urn that they had just taken away in prison and not to lose it.

That night, I slept at the end of the bed in the hospital room. Several security guards stood outside the door and wouldn't let me out. After a few hours of sleep, at dawn, I was woken up by the commotion, and when I opened my eyes, I saw two nurses surrounding Mr. Zheng.

Of course, Mr. Zheng didn't die, but he was tossed by the lights on incident last night. When I fell under the bed, my pelvis cracked open again, and I suffered a lot of sin. The doctors and nurses had never seen such a scene before, and they were all talking about it in every corner. I was afraid that I would be found by the dean and cause more trouble at that time, so I asked Mr. Zheng to pay off the balance as soon as possible. We still have business to do.

After the pelvis was opened, it had to be re-fixed by the doctor, but Mr. Zheng still endured the pain and called the company and remitted 40,000 Hong Kong dollars to my account. I borrowed the computer in the doctor's office to check the balance, and then quickly said goodbye to Mr. Zheng and left the hospital.

Give the urn to Miss Tang's younger brother and tell him that your sister's yin spirit has been exceeded, and even if there are any strange sounds in the house in the future, it will only be your psychological effect, and it's okay, Mr. Tang left with a thousand thanks.

I had to pay 45,000 Hong Kong dollars to Deng Kang for this business, and I could have earned 20,000 Hong Kong dollars, but because of the three mantras, he took 5,000 more. But when I think about it, if it weren't for Mr. Tang's cooperation in getting his sister's ashes, I wouldn't have earned half a dime. But I only made such a little money after running before and after this matter, and I was very unhappy.

When I gave Deng Kang money, I complained that you took three times as much as mine, and I had to find a customer and coordinate everything to get such a little bit, and there would be business in the future. I think it's better to go to Fang Gang and Lao Xie, at least we can share the profits equally. Deng Kang saw that I was not very satisfied, so he took the initiative to say that he would not accept the 5,000, and he would only accept 40,000. I thought to myself that 40,000 Hong Kong dollars is not a lot, or twice as much as mine, but taking 5,000 more is 5,000.

Half a month later, Mr. Zheng called me, saying that he had always had a strange dream these days, dreaming that Miss Tang was lying on top of him, and then fell from the bed to the ground, and said "If you treat me like this, I won't let you go" as he got up, and the content was the same every day.

I don't think it's right, didn't this kind of three-drawing spell make the other party suffer the same pain as the yin spirit every day, how did it change this time? I found out later. It turned out to be related to the time when the nurse rushed in and turned on the lights.

But at that time, I could only explain that I was thinking about it day and night, so I can often dream about this scene, and it may have to last for a while, and you also have to be mentally prepared.

"As long as I can keep that slut's ghost from haunting me, it doesn't matter if I have nightmares for a few days." Mr. Zheng said helplessly. I said that this matter was caused by you, and then I was haunted by the yin spirit, and casting a spell can only drive away Miss Tang's yin spirit's entanglement with you, but everything has a process. Even if the cold and fever are gone, you will cough for a few more days and your legs will be weak, not to mention something so serious about you. That Master Azan Dengkang was sent by the Philippine Ghost King. The spell is very powerful, and there is nothing that cannot be solved after he goes out. So in the future, if you find it unbearable, see a psychiatrist.

After I explained this, Mr. Zheng felt that it made sense. Say, "Well, it's better to be fine after a while." ”

Lying in bed at night thinking about this business, I felt that Mr. Zheng and Miss Tang were probably enemies in their previous lives, otherwise why would Miss Tang be eaten to death by Mr. Zheng in this life. Even if you are photographed nude later, you can choose to leave before that, and you won't be able to find a job.