Horror Recovery: I Became a Spiritual Instructor

"Of course, after analyzing the specific situation, I can only confirm what happened after meeting my friend Tang Lao."

Although the words were very tactful, Elder Tang still understood Zhang Yang's words, and the implication was that if the current situation could occur, there must be someone who lived in this villa who was infected with human life.

As the owner of the villa, Mr. Tang's friend is likely to be one of the murderers.

"No matter what, I still want to ask Mr. Zhang to help solve it. If he really did something irreparable, I will definitely not tolerate it."

Zhang Yang glanced at him in surprise, but didn't say anything more, just silently performed a cleansing formula for himself, and then walked in together.

The houses in the villa area are not densely populated, covering a wide area, most of which are covered with greenery. After passing through the blooming garden in the front yard, you can come to the spacious and bright living room.

The decoration of the living room was unusually luxurious, with precious antiques everywhere, the owner didn't seem to mind it, it showed his strong financial resources.

It was only a matter of entering the door, Zhang Yang had already seen several places where antiques were placed, and they were all filled with evil spirits.

Most of the antique collections are objects that have been placed in ancient tombs for hundreds of thousands of years, removing the culture and history that they can symbolize.

When most of the antiques are brought back, they will inevitably be contaminated with evil spirits.

Although this breath will not harm the human body, but it has been placed nearby, it will inevitably have an impact on the surrounding environment. When entering the door, you can clearly feel the temperature inside and outside the room, which has formed Obvious contrast.

However, this kind of evil spirit stored in the antiques, logically speaking, cannot exist for too long. Once the antiques are rediscovered, it will not take long for these breaths to disappear on their own.

But the things in this room have obviously been stored for a long time.

It hasn't been able to dissipate this breath for so long.

Silently withdrawing his gaze, Zhang Yang followed behind Elder Tang without looking sideways.

Old Tang's friend was a fat middle-aged man with a shiny bald head. When he smiled, he looked like a Maitreya Buddha, with a slightly naive expression, a slightly protruding belly, and a dark suit.

When he walked towards Zhang Yang, the aura around him was stronger than that of Tang Lao, which made him frowned subconsciously.

"This is Mr. Zhang, I've known you for a long time, and today I can be regarded as meeting you."

This friend, surnamed Zheng, is the director of a jewelry store.

"Before, I was still thinking about what kind of character this Mr. Zhang, whom Mr. Tang had been talking about all the time, looked a bit unexpected today. I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to be so young."

Zhang Yang smiled at him, and didn't intend to reach out to shake his hand, but politely sat down beside Tang Lao.

Boss Zheng didn't change his face, and didn't even fade his smile. On the contrary, he took it back very naturally when he was hanging in the air, and he didn't feel embarrassed. tea.

"I won't beat around the bush."

Zhang Yang took the tea politely, although he could feel the aura and bloody smell on Mr. Zheng's body, which was stronger than Mr. Tang's.

It can probably be guessed that these breaths on Tang Lao's body should have been accidentally contaminated when he went out from this place.

Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief: "If my calculation is correct, Mr. Zheng should have discovered something wrong with him during this period of time, right?"

"Is there something more that wasn't there before?"

Mr. Zheng was taken aback for a moment, then shifted his gaze to Elder Tang, and after getting a slight nod from the other party, he said to Zhang Yang.

"I already knew before that people who can be recommended by Mr. Tang must be extraordinary, but what I didn't expect was that Mr. Zhang would have already..."

Zhang Yang waved his hand slightly: "It's just a simple calculation."

Mr. Zheng didn't say anything more, just smiled: "Actually, the change should have started half a month ago. At that time, my body only occasionally ached, and sometimes it was abnormally cold. In a warmer environment, the hands and feet will also be bitingly cold."

"At first I thought there was something wrong with my body, and then I went to the hospital for an examination, but the result of the examination was that there was nothing abnormal except for a little high blood pressure that already existed before."

"Until a few days ago, I started to have large palms like this on my body."

While talking, Mr. Zheng stretched out his hand and unbuttoned his clothes. Under the suit, the naked eye could see the palm prints appearing under the fair and tender skin. The palm prints were all black, and the palm was the darkest. .Slowly spread around.

"When I first discovered these things, I was really terrified. I went to the hospital for an examination, but I couldn't find anything wrong with it. It's just that in the middle of the night, if I lightly touch it with my hands, it will cause abnormal pain."

Mr. Zheng sighed helplessly, and his expression was full of exhaustion visible to the naked eye: "And during this period of time, these dark palm prints have begun to become more and more, and the colors appearing are getting darker."

Elder Tang nodded worriedly at the side: "I knew about his illness before, but at that time we didn't know that such a situation would happen. In desperation, I had no choice but to call Mr. Zhang to ask for help. gone."

Zhang Yang frowned, leaned in front of Mr. Zheng, carefully observed these black palm prints, and then stretched out his hand to poke them lightly.

"If you encounter these on weekdays, will you feel pain?"

Mr. Zheng shook his head: "It's only in the middle of the night that I feel a special pain, and I can't even lie down at all."

Zhang Yang rubbed his chin and thought for a while: "Apart from Mr. Zheng, has anyone else lived in this house? If you don't mind, I want to go to Mr. Zheng's room to have a look."

Seeing Zhang Yang's attitude, it seems that there is a way to solve this matter, Mr. Zheng nodded impatiently, pulled up his clothes casually, and immediately stood up.

"Of course it's no problem. My bedroom is upstairs. A relative of mine once came to live in the house before. He came here to do some formalities."