I continued to ask, "Don't cry yet, make everything clear, and everyone will definitely solve it for you today." ”

Aunt Luo was expressionless, and whispered like a computer recording: "Knowing that I am pregnant, why do you want to kill me, I am already ready to go back to my hometown." and swore that he would not say it......" This surprised everyone, and Fang Gang whispered her words into Thai to Azan TAM.

My legs trembled: "Who killed you?" ”

"It's him......" Aunt Luo said calmly.

Fang Gang asked, "Who is it?" "Pristine on the page.

Aunt Luo said, "Wan Jia...... The second young master ...... "Everyone was stunned. In fact, we have already guessed the general experience, but the details are not clear. But when a living person is on the ghost, there is damage to the body, and the question cannot be endless, and the details can only be associated later.

Azan TAM said a few words, and Fang Gang said, "Don't you want to leave here?" ”

Aunt Luo said, "I want to ...... Get out of here......"

Fang Gang nodded to Azan TAM, turned to Cousin Kang's son and said, "Now you can do it, pry the box open." Unexpectedly, the young man's face turned pale with fright, and he retreated. I had no choice but to rush up and pick up the crowbar and pry the copper lock on the box with all my might. The lock was sturdy, but it couldn't match the two-meter-long iron crowbar, and I tried to feed with all my might. After dozens of clicks, the lock finally broke.

I leaned the crowbar against the wall, looking at the box in a daze, Fang Gang urged: "What kind of god?" Open the box! I had a blank look on my face.

Fang Gang knew that I was afraid, he rolled his eyes and said to Cousin Kang, "Mr. Kang." Let your son come. He was the youngest man here, and his yang energy was so strong that it was perfect for him to use his hands. ”

Brother Kang nodded and pointed at his son: "Haixiang, go and open the box!" ”

His son wept and mourned, and refused to move. Brother Kang reprimanded: "With so many people present, what are you afraid of?" I don't even have the guts to take over my company in the future? When his son heard this, he went over with great reluctance. Fang Gang instructed him to find something to cover his mouth and nose, and Han Ling ran up. Locate two white cotton masks from the pantry and come down. Kang's son put the mask on and trembled and pulled the lid of the box.

With him as the main force, I was not so afraid, I took another mask from Han Ling's hand, and also went up to help pull it. Kang's son was on the right, and I was on the left, and the two of them worked together to lift the lid of the box. Although everyone was scared, their curiosity was heavier, and they all walked up to see it, and Han Ling shouted. I almost passed out.

There was a corpse in the box, facing up on its back, arms raised up, palms pinned, as if it was desperately pushing the lid of the box before dying. The corpse was wearing a light blue Chinese short coat and trousers, its hair was tied back of its head, and its exposed skin such as its face and arms had become like yellow wax, dry and thin, and it seemed that the box was too well sealed and the air was not circulated, so it did not decay into bones, and after more than 80 years, it became a dried corpse. If it weren't for the hairstyle and clothes, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a man and a woman.

Brother Kang's voice trembled and said, "Could it be that she was still alive when she was stuffed in the box?" Fang Gang and I looked at each other, and they all showed shocked expressions. It couldn't be more obvious, the second young master of the Wan family killed the maid Qiu Feng and stuffed it into the box, but she was not dead at the time, but just held her breath. It didn't take long for him to come to his senses and push the lid of the box hard, but of course he couldn't push it open, and he was suffocated to death in the box, with one corpse and two lives.

Looking at Aunt Luo again, she stood there like a walking corpse, expressionless and motionless. AZAN TAM TOOK A FEW STEPS, BIT THE MIDDLE FINGER OF HIS LEFT HAND HARD, DRIPPED BLOOD INTO THE TWO PALMS OF THE DRIED CORPSE, AND BEGAN TO CHANT THE MANTRA.

The two drops of blood quickly seeped into the dried corpse, and in less than a minute, the two withered arms slowly fell down like puppets with broken threads. AZAN TAM STRETCHED OUT HIS RIGHT HAND AND PRESSED IT ON THE FOREHEAD OF THE DRIED CORPSE, CHANTING THE MANTRA FASTER AND FASTER.

Suddenly, Aunt Luo, who was standing next to her, opened her eyes suddenly, opened her mouth wide, made a "sizzling" sound, and slowly leaned back, Han Ling hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

AZAN TAM SAID TO ME AND FANG GANG: "ALTHOUGH THE YIN SPIRIT'S WISH HAS NOT BEEN FULFILLED, IT HAS FINALLY LEFT HERE, SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT IT ANYMORE. I hurriedly translated this to everyone, and both Brother Kang and Han Ling let out a long sigh.

Fang Gang asked Han Ling to help Aunt Luo up first, and then discuss the aftermath with Cousin Kang. Cousin Kang said that although his cousin was reluctant to sell this bungalow, he didn't want everyone to know that there had been deaths here, and it had been haunted, and it had become a murderous house. Brother Kang planned to suppress this matter and settle it privately. Fang Gang said yes, but he must find a place with good feng shui to bury Qiu Feng's body properly, and Brother Kang agreed again and again.

Late the next night, Brother Kang transferred a van truck from the company, took advantage of the night to move the lid out of the bungalow, bought a cemetery for 20,000 yuan in a cemetery in the eastern suburbs of Shanghai, buried Qiufeng's body, and asked Azan TAM to do a ritual with the Laotian secret method, which was completely complete.

The matter was settled, and we sat in the living room of the bungalow, all sighing. Qiu Feng is really an infatuated girl, even if Xinlang killed her and the child in her womb, she can still forgive him. After such a toss, Aunt Luo finally planned to resign, and it was useless to persuade Cousin Kang, she insisted on going back to the Northeast with Han Ling. The remaining 50,000 yuan was handed over to Fang Gang in person and thanked him repeatedly.

Fang Gang and Azan TAM left Shanghai, and I returned to Shenyang with Aunt Luo and Han Ling. On the train, Han Ling suddenly remembered a question: "Why did a man jump off the building in Wanjia House more than ten years ago, and he also shouted Qiufeng in his mouth?" ”

I thought for a moment and said, "There's only one possibility, that man used to do that kind of thing with a woman in the basement." After so many years of Wanjia old bungalows, I haven't heard of any other hauntings, only two times when men jumped off the building, including the owner of the butcher stall. It shows that Qiu Feng's yin spirit hates the man who stole love in the basement the most, and it is estimated that she and the second young master of the Wan family also did this back then. Maybe she was cleaning up the basement at that time, and was followed in by the second young master, so he gave her ...... That's it. Han Ling blushed and nodded, and Aunt Luo's expression became even more embarrassed.

I haven't seen Aunt Luo since then, and even when I chatted with Han Ling, she never mentioned it, probably because I knew a lot of Aunt Luo's privacy, so I'm embarrassed to face it.

For this matter, in fact, I still have a lot of questions, such as that maid Qiu Feng was killed by the second young master of the Wan family, but why didn't she ask him for his life when the second young master was alive, could it be that she loved him too deeply and was reluctant to do it? It's been decades, can the yin spirits still gather and not disperse? I asked Fang Gang, and he said that if the Yin Spirits were not reincarnated, they would repeat the same content every day, endlessly, and for them, a few decades would be equivalent to days or months. When making amulets for many Azan and Luang Po, they often choose to go to the ancient battlefield of the past, where there were thousands of lonely ghosts of ancient soldiers. The masters will bless these souls into the Buddha card and make them into soul courage.

Fang Gang and I each made a net profit of 10,000 yuan in this business of the Kang family's bungalow, and we were in a pretty good mood. After two days in Shanghai, my cousin and sister-in-law were going to Malaysia to talk about introducing Musang King, and asked me to go back to help him look at the house and factory, and I went back to Rayong.

I was the only one living in such a big single building, and because I was bored, I had to chat online every day. On this day, a junior high school classmate who likes to play mahjong sent me a QQ message, saying that his luck has been very bad for more than half a year, and he wants to ask me to buy a yin card that can turn gambling luck and let me send it back. I texted Fang Gang to ask for it, but he texted back and said, "In two days, I'm running errands in northern Thailand, helping a few foreigners pay for their crimes." ”

I didn't understand, so I called him and asked him what he meant. Fang Gang said: "There are many ascetics in northern Thailand, imitating the ancient method of Shakyamuni, using the way of suffering to wash the soul and alleviate sins, to put it bluntly, to make themselves uncomfortable, the more painful the better." Many foreigners come to Southeast Asia from thousands of miles to suffer with these ascetics, and I sometimes help people to contact this kind of business. ”

"Are those foreigners really willing to pay for their own crimes?" I laughed.