Taoist Live: Family members must believe in science

After Qu Qingfeng knocked on the door, a slightly weak old man's voice came from inside the room.

"Who is it?"

"Hello, Uncle Huang, I'm Huang Xiyao's friend."

After a short conversation, the door creaked open.

An old man with a vicissitudes of life came out of the house, looked at the boy a little, and spoke softly.

"Since you are A Yao's friend, let's come in."

After Qu Qingfeng walked into the house, the old man poked his head out to look left and right, and quickly closed the door again.

This abnormal behavior made Qu Qingfeng take another look at him.

Why is the old man so nervous, what is he afraid of?
I've never heard of Huang Xiyao being harassed before.

Although Qu Qingfeng was full of doubts in his heart at this time, it was not easy to ask too many questions in this situation.

After closing the door, the old man hesitated for a moment, and locked the door from the inside with his backhand.

This made Qu Qingfeng feel even more strange.

"Come with me, if Ayao has friends like you who care about her, she will be happy under the Nine Springs!"

The old man said softly, and walked forward tremblingly.

The silent Qu Qingfeng followed the old man all the way to the second floor.

The entire hall on the second floor was decorated with pale cloth, and there was a mourning hall in the center.

In front of the mourning hall, there are two candles emitting a faint light, and two photos are placed between the two candles.

One photo was of Huang Xiyao, but the other photo was of an old woman.

The old woman looked almost like Huang Xiyao. Although she had a smile on her face, there was a lingering sadness between her brows.

"Uncle Huang, that photo is..."

Although Qu Qingfeng knew it was inappropriate to ask now, he had to confirm the identity of the person in that photo.

After listening to the young man's words, the old man let out a long breath.

He turned his head to look at the mourning hall, with deep sadness in his eyes.

"That's A Yao's mother, who was seriously ill and was lying in the hospital for a long time."

"After receiving the news of A Yao's death that day, she was overwhelmed with grief..."

After Qu Qingfeng finished listening, he apologized softly.

The old man waved his hand, saying that it doesn't matter, it's all over.

Afterwards, the old man went to the mourning hall, lit three incense sticks himself, and handed them to Qu Qingfeng.

Qu Qingfeng looked at the curling green smoke floating in front of him, and said silently in his heart.

Huang Xiyao, I know you have grievances, and I also know why you stay in the world and refuse to leave.

But you are dead, you have to go to the place where you should go.

I will help you claim your grievances.

After meditating in his heart, the boy bowed to the two photos on the mourning hall, and inserted the three incense sticks in his hand into the incense burner.

Huang Xiyao, people and ghosts go their own way, every place has its own rules, I hope you can stop here.

Qu Qingfeng clasped his hands together, bowed towards the mourning hall, and said silently in his heart.

After doing all this, the boy was about to turn around and ask the old man some more information, when he suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring at him from behind.

He turned his head suddenly and found a young man standing at the corner of the stairs.

The young man's eyes were full of sadness, mixed with some anger.

There is a lingering resentment between the eyebrows.

His eye sockets were sunken, with large bags under his eyes.

The young man's eyes fixed on Qu Qingfeng, like a wounded lion staring at the person who hurt it.

"Dad, who is this man?"

Qu Qingfeng and the young man looked at each other for a while before the young man asked.

In his tone, there was a strong sense of vigilance, and his eyes never left Qu Qingfeng.

After the old man heard his words, he still looked at the two photos on the mourning hall, and said without turning his head.

"Ah Tian, ​​he is your sister's friend, and he came here to pay homage to Ayao."

Ah Tian, ​​after listening to his father's words, the vigilance in his eyes not only didn't diminish, but intensified instead.

For a moment, Qu Qingfeng felt that the young man was about to punch him in the face.

"See, you've seen it too, let's go!"

Ah Tian clenched his fists, his hands trembling slightly.

In the eyes he looked at Qu Qingfeng, resentment was intense to the extreme.

The young man tried his best to restrain himself, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

Before Qu Qingfeng could speak, the old man beside him spoke first and shouted.

"Xiaotian, why are you talking to the guests!"

The old man turned his head suddenly, his eyes glaring at Huang Xiaotian.

There was anger in the eyes of the old man, and there seemed to be a trace of fear mixed in.

The old man's series of abnormal behaviors made Qu Qingfeng feel even more strange.

What was Huang Xiyao's father afraid of?
What is the reason that caused an extremely sad father to scold his son angrily in front of outsiders because of a trivial matter.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong just now."

The young man clenched his fists tightly, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.

But this trace of hatred was fleeting, and Huang Xiaotian also apologized to Qu Qingfeng.

"It's okay, I just plan to leave too."

Qu Qingfeng said lightly, and then bid farewell to the old man.

He felt that he had caught a clue, and as long as he followed this clue, he could solve this incident!

Hearing that the boy was about to leave, the old man let out a sigh of relief.

After sending Qu Qingfeng out the door, the old man quickly closed the door.

The young man glanced back at the beautifully decorated three-story building behind him, and started to leave.

After the girl left the cafe, she hurried back to Lin Mang's home with her big and small bags.

After arriving at the destination, Zhou Xiyue quickly opened the door and walked in.

After entering the door, the girl quickly walked to the bedroom.

Pushing open the bedroom door, he confirmed that Lin Mang was still curled up in the corner safely.

The girl let out a sigh of relief, and raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

"Huh, fortunately there was no accident."

Zhou Xiyue muttered something to herself, turned and walked out of the bedroom.

After confirming that everything was fine, the girl slumped down on the sofa.

She took out the talisman papers that the Taoist priest gave him from her pocket, with a smile on her face.

But then, that trace of smile disappeared from her face again.

It was replaced by a sad look.

Tears re-condensed in the girl's eye sockets, like beads with broken threads.

It dripped on the talisman paper in the girl's hand.

"Daozhang, I will never give up on you!"

"No matter what happens!"

After a while, the girl jumped up and stood up from the sofa.

Waving his small fist, he murmured to himself.

After encouraging herself, the girl seemed to have remembered something, and hurried into the kitchen with the large and small bags on the ground.

When the Taoist priest comes back, he sees Lin Mang, who is safe and sound, and a table of exquisite dishes, will he praise himself...