Hu Zongren probably guessed that I would ask this question a long time ago, so when I just finished speaking, he said to me very impatiently, it's none of your business. Although Hu Zongren and I often have arguments and even fights, there will always be a certain reason, maybe the reason will sound stupid or funny, but at least there will be. But this time Hu Zongren seemed a little abnormal, he seemed to be very disgusted with me asking this question, and judging from his attitude, he knew what happened to him, but he didn't want to tell me.

I knew that if I forced him to say something at this moment, the effect would definitely be counterproductive, and there was still a case in my hand that had not been completed, so I flattened my tone and said to Hu Zongren, Okay, when you want to say it, I'll ask you again. Hu Zongren didn't answer, but just shifted his gaze to the man on the bed. He began to ask me, you heard all those conversations he had just now, in fact, it's just that simple, let's expel it quickly, call it a day. I shook my head and said, that's not enough, we're just a very reluctant connection between the ghost and this man, if we have to be ghosted because of this, then none of us are safe. I'm sure it's not that simple.

So I asked Hu Zongren to sit on the side and told him that I would take care of the rest, anyway, you have already done the most difficult part, the ghosts have been locked up, and I am better than you. Hu Zongren nodded, sat on the floor with his back against the wall, and looked at us as if he was very tired. I said to the woman again, please understand that what we are doing now is to help your husband, so if there is anything beyond your understanding, please don't panic, let alone stop it, you look at your man now, at worst, what else do you have to worry about.

Maybe it's my broken jar remarks, and the woman seems to think that I have a point. So I sat down on the edge of the bed and poked my head tentatively to see the man's expression. He lowered his head deeply, but his eyes began to turn up as much as possible, which made me look at him from my point of view, as if he was glaring at me, it seemed that this ghost still knew how to control his eyes after experiencing the destruction of Hu Zongren in the human body just now. So I sat up straight and recited a requiem mantra to him, which was one of the earliest crafts my master taught me when I first started learning the arts. And the requiem spell is actually something that all schools and factions have, and what changes is only the way of speaking, not the essence. After I recited the requiem mantra, I noticed that the man's eyes began to close slightly, reaching a half-squinted state, and if it weren't for the eyes that were still rolling up, I would have felt very relaxed at the moment.

I began to ask questions gently, and for the next nearly half an hour between me and the man, it was almost a one-and-one question, but there were some questions I asked that he did not answer. After talking to him, although there were still some doubts that I couldn't understand, I basically figured out the origin of this ghost.

He was born in the 50s, and most of the people born in that era had just caught up with the hot years after the liberation, but because of various natural and man-made disasters, he did not live very well since he was a child. There are brothers in the family, but his parents love his brothers far more than himself, which also makes him feel inferior in front of other children since he was a child. After finishing elementary school, he stopped studying and helped his parents farm at home, which is a nice way to put it, but he actually gave up the opportunity to study to his brother. In the 80s, he also reached the age of marriage, but due to the poor family conditions, the woman who was willing to marry and live with him was either not good-looking, or the family background was worse than him, which made him feel inferior since he was a child, so he left home and went to the provincial capital to work, and after a few years, he saved some money, happily returned to his hometown, repaired the house, and married a wife. He felt that the most valuable thing was that his wife was not his old family, but because when he learned that he was going back to his hometown, he was obliged to put down his job in the city and go back to the countryside with him.

With the birth of their child, the financial pressure on the two increased, so the couple converted the first floor of their home into a commercial storefront, bought some groceries and groceries, and started a small business. Their location happens to be relatively close to the street, so his small shop is very popular with many villagers who have lived up and down and nearby. So during the day, one of them went to their own field to farm, and the other opened a shop to do business, although the life was not particularly wealthy, after a few years, it was soon regarded as a family in the local village who lived a better life. And when I asked, it smirked that he was the first person on the street to afford a three-wheeled motorcycle.

However, the good days did not last long, because his parents did not favor him much since he was a child, although he still felt a little unhappy when he thought about it when he grew up, but as people matured, he felt that no matter how it was his parents after all, rural people paid great attention to respecting the elderly, so when he returned to his hometown, he had decided that no matter how his parents treated him when he was a child, he would still do his best to take care of them when they were old. However, when the couple's children were less than 5 years old, their parents died of illness one after another.

Originally, his parents had a house and land, and he thought that sooner or later people would have to die, since people died, then he would run his parents' real estate and land separately from his brother, and it would be counted as a property left by his parents to his children, but when he went to talk to his brother about it, his brother took out a piece of crumpled old paper, with a few handprints on it, and he took a closer look to realize that this was actually a will that his parents had already written.

He told me that although he didn't know when the will was written, or whether his parents wrote it voluntarily, he said that it didn't matter, because his parents had designated all the property, including the land, and the land where the man had repaired the house at that time, to the man's brother. The man said that in fact, it really doesn't matter if he gives it to himself or not, he has worked diligently all his life, in fact, not for his parents, but when his parents' will did not leave him anything at all, and he didn't even mention his name, as if he never existed, his heart was still very sad.

Since the house he built was divided according to the head of the land in the early years, and his household registration was with his parents, now his parents have given all their property to their brothers, which means that their current house also belongs to their brothers' private property. He told me that the two brothers seemed to be different from each other since they were young, after all, his parents loved him more, so the relationship between the brothers was not very good, and it was not even as good as those neighbors. The brother is a little idle and has no proper employment, and the inheritance of his parents has become his only capital in the future. The man said that he still had some savings at home, and the couple could still make a living by doing a small business, so he was not willing to compete with his brother for property, so he said to his brother, since my parents' things are yours, but I built the house myself, can you let me continue to live.

His brother is not a completely unreasonable person, he also knows the injustice of his parents, and he also knows that if his brother leaves this house, his life will definitely plummet, so the younger brother will set aside the part of the house that belongs to the elder brother and give it to the elder brother, and then it didn't take long for him to sell his parents' old house and land, and with the money in exchange, he went to other places, and no one knew where Lu Dao went, and he has never been in contact since then.

The man thought to himself that this man should be gone, then forget it, he was fortunate to leave the house and the small shop, although there was no land to plant, but the business of the small shop could still sustain the family's livelihood. The days slowly came to the point where my son grew up, finished high school, and failed the exam, so it happened that the army began to recruit at that time, and I also spent some money to send my son to a not particularly strict army in Hubei Province, and at that time, the village was facing development, and the countryside in the suburbs was to be included in the city, and his location was also within the scope of demolition.

Originally, the demolition was not a bad thing for people like him, and the government promised to lose money and houses, not only that, but from the beginning of the signing, he could also receive a resettlement fee every month to rent a house outside, which was still not a bad treatment, but when the developer brought someone to them to sign, there was a dispute.

The man told me that the cause of the dispute was the plane tree in front of his house. He said that he grew up, there are not many happy memories, when he was a child, whenever he was upset, he would climb this tree and sit in a daze, he had something on his mind, no friends, and could not confide in him, he would also talk to the tree hole in the tree, so he almost regarded this tree as his only partner. Originally, when he learned that the developer was going to sign that day, he walked to the tree, put his mouth into the tree hole and said to the tree, I signed today, and I will move out soon, and I don't know when I will be able to come back to see you in the future. But on the day of the signing, the developer's people drew a circle and a × on the tree with white plaster.

The man asked the person who wanted to sign what he meant, and the tree was about to be cut down. Although he did not accept this fact, the man thought to himself that since the land had been requisitioned by others, he had nothing to say, and just as he was about to sign, he put down his pen and said that he should wait for him, so he walked up to the tree again and said the last few words to the tree.

I asked him what you told the tree, and he shook his head and said it was his secret. I didn't ask any more questions, but the developer's people saw the action of talking to the tree, so someone taunted him slightly. As a person who has had low self-esteem since childhood, he is very sensitive to the ridicule of others, and soon there was a dispute between the two sides.