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When Zhang Jiu looked back, he could still see Er Mao sitting by the window on the fourth floor, opening the window and waving to him, and Bai Bai who was always sitting by the window with a cold face and a daze, but he didn't see a third of it. , It is estimated that three minutes have already gone to wash the vegetables and prepare the ingredients for the hot pot.

Zhang Jiu thought for a moment about the appearance of washing vegetables in a suit, and he felt that the style was quite high.

Zhang Jiu raised his hand and waved it upwards. Er Mao saw the excitement and waved to him again, but Bai Bai still didn't respond.

It happened that an old lady came back from the outside with a small cart for grocery shopping, and saw Zhang Jiu waving at the old residential building, as if to say hello to someone, but the old lady looked upstairs, except for the windows on the fourth floor. , nobody.

Naturally, the old lady couldn't see [-] cents. After all, they were ghosts, so she thought Zhang Jiu was crazy, looked at Zhang Jiu with a regretful look, said hello hastily, and left.

Zhang Jiu is no stranger to this, after all, in this world, some people believe in it, and some people believe in it.

He quickly ran a few steps and caught up with the bus at the gate of the community. The place he was going to was in the suburbs of City C. It seemed to be a villa. This was Zhang Jiu's first "human" business in a month. .

It seemed that the old man had just passed away in that family. The old man was over 80 years old, and he died normally, which should be regarded as a happy funeral.

The old man came from the north to the south. His family did not believe in Feng Shui, but the old man believed in it very much. In order to respect the old man, after the old man passed away, the family prepared to stop the coffin for seven days to mourn.

The old man was in business during his lifetime. He started from scratch, and his family was very rich. He was a big dipper in the business circle. Naturally, there were many people who went to mourn, and they would give face to some extent.

However, when the mourners were expressing condolences, strange things happened...

Just in time for the commuting rush hour, the bus is hot and crowded. In summer, the sun sets late, and the afterglow can still shine into the compartment, which is scorching hot. Because the compartment is stuffy due to the crowd, it looks like an oversized can.

Zhang Jiu grabbed the handrail of the bus, staggered in the traffic jam, looked at his watch three or four times, and the time was running out, but the rush hour was such a traffic jam, and the appointment time was more than ten minutes away.

At this moment, a gust of cool wind suddenly came in through the car window, because the car was so stuffy, the passengers didn't think the cool wind was strange, but rather refreshing.

Zhang Jiu saw a white shadow come in from the car window in a flash. It turned out to be a little ghost. The passengers couldn't see the little ghost. After the little ghost got in, he seemed to want to play a prank. Turned around in a circle, and then locked a female passenger.

The female passenger was not wearing revealing clothes, but the skirt was very short, only reaching her thighs. The kid ran over with a smile, and reached out to lift the female passenger's skirt.

Zhang Jiu was a little speechless, the current ghost was not at all imposing, just doing some boring things.

Zhang Jiu watched and moved over, pushed his black-rimmed glasses, and prepared to see a rough road. The moment the kid reached out to lift his skirt, Zhang Jiu grabbed the kid.

"what--"

Then the female passenger still screamed and yelled "Pervert!!", Zhang Jiu suddenly felt pain in his cheek, "Pa!", his glasses were hung on his ears, and a five-finger mountain mark suddenly appeared on his cheek .

Zhang Jiu: "..."

Although the little ghost's prank failed, it was done indirectly. There was a commotion in the carriage. Zhang Jiu felt that today was unlucky. The surveillance cameras on the bus all filmed Zhang Jiu's furtive hand stretching beside the female passenger's skirt...

Zhang Jiu covered his face, watched the bus drive away, and glanced at his watch with a sigh. There were still 10 minutes until the appointment time.

Zhang Jiu didn't have time to wait for the bus, so he immediately ran forward with his tool bag in his arms. Fortunately, the place where he got off was not too far away.

In 9 minutes, Zhang Jiu ran to the reserved place, panting from exhaustion, his body was covered with sweat, his glasses were slid down the bridge of his nose with sweat, and his slightly yellow hair lay down limply, looking more like an otaku.

There is a villa in front, but it is not a two-story or three-story building, but an antique house, which looks very spectacular.

Zhang Jiu ran over, and there was a security guard in a black suit at the door.He took out his business card, and soon an old man who looked not young came out, also wearing a black suit, who turned out to be the housekeeper.

Zhang Jiu smacked his lips. It was the first time he had seen such a big house, and there was a housekeeper. Generally, housekeepers could only see it on TV.

Zhang Jiu followed the housekeeper inside, secretly wiped the sweat off his face, and maintained Zhang Tianshi's tall image.

The housekeeper said as he walked, "Hello, Mr. Zhang, this way please, the mourning hall is right here."

The old man of this family passed away, and the mourning hall for the old man was set up in the front hall, and many mourners came to express their condolences.

But a strange thing happened. That night, the genius just got dark, and there were still mourners who did not leave. When mourning the old man, I suddenly heard the voice of "Boom... Boom... Boom!" The voice was very soft , so faint that everyone didn't pay attention at first.

But when the mourners came forward to offer incense, they heard the sound of "dong dong" again, and the sound seemed to become louder. At the same time, everyone present saw the coffin of the old man on the Lingtang, which was slightly... shock.

"Dong dong!"

"Boom..."

"Boom—boom..."

The vibrations grew louder and louder until they turned into throbbing, which terrified everyone present. The mourners ran away, and even the servants at home were terrified.

After this incident, the head of the family did not believe in evil. To put it bluntly, because the family came here from the north to do business and settled down later, so they didn't believe it. Moreover, the head of the house always felt that there was no need to be afraid if they had never done anything wrong. These things.

Hearing this, Zhang Jiu smacked his lips, thinking that if he hadn't done anything wrong, he wouldn't be afraid, the evil ghost would lose his job, ghosts are like people, there are good and bad, and the head of the house is too sweet!

The housekeeper continued to say that the old man's body would be parked in the mourning hall for seven days before being invited to leave. The seven days had not yet arrived, so it continued to be parked in the mourning hall.

Strange things happened again, this time it was not found by the mourners, which did not cause such a big commotion, but by the servants at home. The candles in the mourning hall suddenly went out at night, and the servants re-lit the candles. At the same time, the coffin began to vibrate again, "Boom... Boom -- Boom!"

The servant was terrified and said that the sound seemed like someone was beating inside!

Zhang Jiu felt a little intrusive. Although he is a celestial master and holds an eighth-level professional title certificate, Zhang Jiu has to admit that he was most afraid of ghosts when he was a child, and he had a phobia of confined spaces. I have to sleep with my brother, otherwise I can't turn off the lights or close the door...

Zhang Jiu would not talk about this kind of black history.

The housekeeper said: "We thought it was strange at the time, so we opened the coffin and thought it was because the old man hadn't died..."

Zhang Jiu said: "The result?"

The housekeeper shook his head, seeing what he meant, the old man might have left.

The butler thought it was haunted, so he made a private decision. Taking advantage of Mr. Master not coming back tonight, he made an appointment for Zhang Jiu’s door-to-door exorcism service. up.

Zhang Jiu walked in with the housekeeper and looked around. The house is very big, even magnificent. The owner of this house must love classical culture. The house looks like an ancient palace.

But there is no evil aura, even if they are not evil spirits, ordinary ghosts will also have yin aura, once ghosts or mountain spirits appear, this aura will definitely be attached to the house.

There is no yin energy in this house at all. If the housekeeper doesn't say anything, Zhang Jiu feels that this is not like a house where someone just died, because there is too much yang energy, this house is full of a warm atmosphere, which is different from summer The scorching heat is a kind of refreshing warmth, which is also the beauty of yang energy. For Zhang Jiu, who lacked yang energy since childhood, he was almost "intoxicated" when he walked in.

There are ghosts knocking on the coffin, but there is no yin energy, and the rare yang energy is still lingering, which is really strange.

They went through and through again, and didn't stop until they reached the main room of the second entrance.

In the five halls in front of the gate, white lanterns were hung, and a huge black coffin was parked inside.

When Zhang Jiu saw it, his eyes were about to pop out. This coffin is too expensive. The whole solid wood core, whether it is carving or craftsmanship, can't be bought without a million and 80 yuan.

The steward sent him in, Zhang Jiu coughed, put on an air of a master, and said in a voice: "So, layman, can you avoid it for a while, and let me take a look."

The butler didn't understand these things either, so he immediately backed out and called out the cleaning servants, trying to leave space for Zhang Tianshi to play.

Zhang Jiu waited for everyone to leave, and immediately rushed into the hall, then decisively took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the coffin, and sent it to Moments...

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I actually saw a sky-high priced coffin! [picture]

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Ermao: My lord, go home and eat~ Sanfen has already washed the dishes!

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Mandrill Jingmei: My God, such a luxurious coffin, when I was buried 300 years ago, there were only straw mats!Ghosts are better than ghosts, so mad at ghosts #cry#

Master Ba Cao Tianshi:! ! !The chair next to the coffin looks familiar, don't tell me this is Duanmu's house!

Heavenly Master from all directions: Duanmu family?Is it the Duanmu family of the Duanmu Group in City C?

Exorcist Master Chen: The head of the family is Duanmu Jinyang, which Duanmu family? ? ! #be surprised#

Zhang Jiu browsed the circle of friends roughly, and saw Er Mao urging him to go home to eat hot pot, so he quickly tucked up his phone and prepared to make a quick decision.

Zhang Jiu walked over and walked around the coffin, lifeless, without any movement, and there was no "dongdong" sound.

Zhang Jiu put his hands on the coffin, and his thin palms circled around the gap of the coffin, but he didn't feel the slightest yin.

The housekeeper said that the old man hadn't passed the first seven days. It stands to reason that the soul is still in the coffin and has not left the body. After seven days, the ghost messenger from the underworld came back to guide the soul. Even if it is not haunted, there should be yin in the coffin.

Zhang Jiu frowned, and felt it carefully again, but there was no breath.

Zhang Jiu walked around the coffin again, and then patted the coffin twice. It was really a good coffin, made of solid wood, and it hurt his palm when he patted it.

Zhang Jiu is like repairing a computer or an air conditioner. It seems that the first thing everyone does when repairing a computer is to go up and take a few shots.

Zhang Jiu took two shots conscientiously, but there was no movement at all inside. Could it be that the soul of the old man fell asleep?I can't shoot like this.

Zhang Jiu stretched out his hand and patted "Dong Dong" twice, saying, "Master, are you at home, wake up!"

"who are you?"

Just when Zhang Jiu was concentrating, a deep voice came from his back, with a hint of hoarseness, a slight sense of fatigue made the voice extraordinarily magnetic, and it seemed to add a kind of lazy sex appeal.

Zhang Jiu's back went numb when he heard that, he was startled, and almost yelled "Ah!"

No wonder Zhang Jiu made a fuss, because the housekeeper and servants had left, and he was the only one here. He was talking to the coffin, but someone behind him asked who he was. Zhang Jiu thought it was some evil spirit who suddenly came to visit.

Zhang Jiu's hands were still clapping on the coffin stiffly. When he turned his head, he saw a tall man standing behind him, who had already walked in silently.

He is very tall. Zhang Jiu is 1.7 meters tall. That man is at least 1.8 meters five, a head taller than Zhang Jiu. He is wearing a black suit. It is said that a man in a suit looks gentlemanly, but this man is not at all wearing a suit. Looks thin, looks like a good figure.

A face is very cold, with strong and protruding features, deep facial contours, dark eyes like dots, sharp eyes that seem to be able to see everything, a high nose with a slight hook, not ugly, matched with thin lips , but looks more handsome and stylish.

As the man approached from the outside, Zhang Jiu immediately felt a warm yang energy blowing towards his face. The very yang energy lingered from the man. To Zhang Jiu, this man seemed like a huge piece of braised pork. Exuding a seductive fragrance, even more attractive than his appearance!

Seeing Zhang Jiu in a daze, the man narrowed his eyes and repeated, "Who are you and what are you doing?"

At this time, the butler ran in, apologized repeatedly and said, "Excuse me sir, this is Zhang Tianshi I invited."

The housekeeper didn't expect that the young master had a social event today, so he invited a celestial master to exorcise the evil spirits, but the young master came back temporarily.

The man's sharp eyes swept Zhang Jiu up and down. He has slightly yellowish and slightly long hair. He wears large black-rimmed glasses that completely cover his eyes. He is thin and thin, with slender arms and legs. There is also a strange red mark on the cheek.

In less than a second of scanning, Zhang Jiu felt that the elite male god in front of him seemed to be labeled as a "god stick", and he was still a pervert who was slapped...

Zhang Jiu slowly raised his hand from the coffin in embarrassment, squeezed out a smile, and said stammeringly, "I, I'm greeting him..."