[comprehensive] superior skills

The answer given by Mao Bachi is naturally the opposite of scientific diagnoses such as epilepsy and schizophrenia that professional doctors say.

According to his words, if a person is possessed by a ghost or his body is taken away, the most likely reason is the reason of numerology and horoscope, for example, people born during the lunar and lunar months will be easily contaminated with dirty things, and it is best not to touch this kind of person in life In the cemetery and cemetery, don't go out for a stroll at night.

There is another kind of ghost that you can't even hide from, that is Su Shi Nie Yuan, that kind of ghost is the fiercest and most stubborn, and people call you by name to seek revenge, and they won't leave if their resentment persists.

If you are looking for a substitute, it is advisable to match the horoscope and numerology, just like living a life. Of course, a garden house with a view of the mountains and the sea is better than a humble dwelling.

Mao Bachi talked a lot in bits and pieces, and sometimes people who were listening were confused.

Song Ci was not in a hurry, just recorded his words one by one with a voice recorder, and went back later to think about it slowly.

She didn't plan to tell Mao Bachi about Lou Mingyue and Jing Hao, otherwise, according to the other party's temper, she would immediately prepare to catch the demon and subdue the devil, which would be contrary to the original owner's wish.

Since Mao Bachi was not going to participate in it for the time being, Song Ci simply sent him to the century-old store. With him stationed in the backyard, there is no need to be afraid of Xiaoxiao's people coming to make trouble.

It’s not too late to get back home after Maobachi settled down, and most of the people nearby are new and new people who like to party all night long. There are few office workers who are used to going to bed early and getting up early, so it’s easy to spy on the owner from the lighted room doing something.

Song Ci stood in front of the telescope with a box of biscuits in his arms, and while listening to the replay of the recording, he observed the dynamics of Jing Hao's family, wanting to see how well Lou Mingyue and Jing Jiaojiao fit together.

Perhaps it was because of the extraordinary ability of the thousand-year-old female ghost. This night, she only heard the two people transition from normal communication to flirting, and there seemed to be no uncomfortable coquettish complaints.

Since Lou Mingyue is not obsessed with a certain person, she seems to be content with the situation, which can be regarded as a disguised expression that she has no deep hatred with the original owner, but after leaving the underground palace, she finds that there is a suitable person around her, so she chooses to be gentle.

"Speaking of it, it's Jing Hao, the damn guy who did it..."

Song Ci does not believe that Jing Hao is the king of subjugation that Lou Mingyue said, nor does he believe that the soul of the dead who has been around for thousands of years is willing to accompany a mortal in life and death.

I'm afraid that once the bodies of the two are buried, Lou Mingyue will repeat the old tricks and find another romantic hero. At that time, I don't know which unlucky ghost will repeat the gentle tragedy.

Feeling the resentment surging in his chest, Song Ci couldn't help but muttered to himself: "Don't worry, after so many years, is it still a while away? Believe me, they will definitely make them pay the price..."

In the early morning of the next day, Song Ci, who had been having nightmares for half the night, was quarreled early by Jing Hao, who was in a hurry to go out.

Fortunately, she is not burdened by her family fortune now, so she can devote all her energy to dealing with these two shameless scumbags and demon concubine, otherwise she would not be able to withstand the torment if she was really hardened.

Jing Hao drove in front, and Song Ci followed behind biting a sandwich, pretending to be a visiting family member, and followed to the mental hospital.

The two cars turned to the side of the road and stopped. Many people were shouting and protesting around the gate of the nursing home. Some people even held banners and raised their fists in demonstration.

Song Ci approached and asked, and found out that there was a newly built small high-rise at the foot of the mountain not far from the mental hospital. The residents in it chose to settle here mostly because the location is cheap and the air is sober, and they can afford housing. Most people can afford a car, so the existing homes are sold out quickly.

Earlier residents also knew that there was a high-end sanatorium on the top of the mountain. Although it was uncomfortable to be neighbors with a group of unhealthy humans, this was also one of the reasons for the discounted housing prices. Moreover, the owners had organized a group to visit the safety facilities of the sanatorium when the terrain was surveyed. , I feel that it will not affect my life before making a decision to pay.

Unexpectedly, last night's mental patient riot not only made the guards and medical staff upside down, but was also recorded by a young couple who ran to the mountain to watch the stars and posted it on the Internet. In the end, even the morning news was broadcast.

Neighbors who saw the news immediately felt that their lives and properties were seriously threatened. Mental patients should not be held legally responsible. If so many people all rushed down the mountain, wouldn't the residents in the middle of the mountain be the first to bear the brunt?

There were too many protesting crowds, and the guards neither dared to resist nor let them in to talk, so they could only tightly protect the electric door to prevent anyone from entering or exiting.

In such an unexpected situation, the possibility of Jing Hao wanting to see Ruan and take her home is almost zero.

If it had been difficult for the guards to make things difficult for him, according to Jing Hao's temperament, he would have turned around and left long ago even if he hadn't lost his temper. Now, for the safety of his own sister, he had no choice but to lower his noble head and beat the bastard who almost killed his concubine. A phone call.

"Hey?"

Qu Wenyuan on the other end of the phone looked exhausted, and didn't even bother to ask unnecessary words.

"it's me."

Jing Hao was confident that the other party could hear his own voice, "I want to go through the discharge procedures for Rou Rou, and you pick me up at the door."

"Mr. Jing?"

Qu Wenyuan panicked all of a sudden, and then covered the microphone and said, "Sorry, you can't handle the discharge procedures for Ruan yet."

"why?"

Jing Hao kicked the tire irritably, "I am her guardian and have the right to make any decision!"

"Mr. Jing, no one denies this."

Qu Wenyuan was silent for a while, "But Wen Rou is no longer in the hospital."

Jing Hao became furious and couldn't help shouting, "Qu, what the hell do you mean?"

Qu Wenyuan shattered the jar, and told the facts that tortured him all night, "You should have seen the protesting crowd at the door, right? Last night, two beds were vacant after the patient made a fuss, and one of them is Gentle."

"impossible!"

Jing Hao is really going crazy right now, "Your gentleness can't even be recognized by others, how could it sneak away?!"

"Gentleness is not sneaking away, she was taken away."

Qu Wenyuan didn't intend to hide it, "When she was in the hospital, she got very close to a crazy old man who claimed to be a Maoshan Taoist. Some patients once reported that they were conspiring to escape from prison, but they didn't attract the attention of the nurses..."

Yeah, who would take the words of a madman to heart...

Jing Hao slammed his fist on the car window and asked angrily until the alarm bell rang, "Then what should we do now? Did you send someone out to look for it?"

"It's impossible in the short term. You've seen the situation outside. If the news of the patient's escape comes out at this time, I don't know how long the residents will make trouble. I'm sorry, Mr. Jing, I have tried my best."

Jing Hao only heard a clicking sound from the opposite side, followed by busy sounds.

He looked at the demonstrators with red eyes, almost seeing them as a hindrance to his happy life.

"Stop making trouble! Do you want money? I'll give it to you!!"

Jing Hao's roar made the frightened residents even more angry, "Who wants your money? Do you think we are beggars? I don't know what to say!"

"I think you are crazy! Do you know what we are doing? We are fighting for our legal rights!"

Amidst the concerted reprimand of everyone, the second young master of the Jing family, who had always been majestic, could only get into the car to cover his face in a panic, and then drove home.

It was rare to see such an interesting scene, Song Ci followed the sports car in front all the way into the parking lot, and after hearing with his own ears that Jing Hao asked his friends and foxes around him to offer a reward for finding tenderness, he passed him with a smile on his face.

The following days were quite leisurely. During the day, Song Ci just stayed in the century-old store to entertain the guests who were destined to come to the door and the old Wednesday people who came to eat and drink when they had nothing to do; at night, she concentrated on studying the Taoist formulas and formulas taught by Mao Bachi. The spell, taking time to monitor Jing Hao and Lou Mingyue, who were becoming more and more irresistible.

Until one day, Song Ci, who was meditating and practicing, suddenly felt his heart move, got up and went to the altar table in the middle of the living room, and took out the natal incense that was broken in two from the incense burner.

With Benmingxiang leading the way, Song Ci soon came to an intersection where a series of car accidents occurred, and found the dazed vague figure in front of a pile of twisted and deformed scrap iron.

"Jing Xuan?"

When Song Ci called out, the man who didn't know that he was dead subconsciously responded, and then the snuff bottle held by the visitor was put into it.

In the early years, Song Ci also learned the art of controlling ghosts with Xiaoqing, but he didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.After taking away the living soul, she immediately drove away from this place to avoid running into the ghost messenger who came to handle errands.

The pattern on the snuff bottle is the color of begonias in spring. Jing Xuan walked in it like a dream with endless aftertaste, but after suddenly waking up, he gradually realized the terrifying reality that made people feel chilling.

Song Ci lit a stick of incense to stabilize the other party's erratic soul, "Do you still remember what happened to you?"

Jing Xuan shook his head, "I just remember that my eyes were dark at the time, and when I woke up, it looked like it is now."

"This is a ghost covering your eyes. As the name suggests, someone deliberately asked the little ghost to take your life."

Song Ci ate the hot fried tofu vermicelli soup, and asked without sympathy, "Have you offended anyone recently?"

Jing Xuan's eyes were very blank, "The company has several competitors, but everyone is a legitimate businessman. It's normal to win or lose temporarily. Who would do such a harmful thing?"

Besides, he has been in charge of the family business for ten years, if he really wanted to do something wrong, why would he wait until today.

"It's hard to say, knowing people and knowing faces but not knowing the heart."

Song Ci put down the bowl and went to get the freshly baked pie, "Everyone has their own secrets. Maybe you accidentally learned something that others don't want others to know, and that's why you ended up today."

The aroma of the food stimulated Jing Xuan's heart, and his heart was even more sour. Those commonplace things that were usually available at his fingertips could only be lost to him from now on.

"A little-known secret..."

Every ghost that manifests will stay in the appearance at the moment of death, unless the chance coincides with the weather, which can change the shape arbitrarily.

It is conceivable that Jing Xuan today is definitely not the handsome and elegant Pianpian son he was in his lifetime. If someone else sees a strange ghost and is still contemplating, making that unsightly distorted face even weirder, I'm afraid he would have fled long ago.

Song Ci didn't urge him, and ran to the sofa alone to watch the Midnight Theater, which especially likes to show ethical movies.

"Shuzhen, just promise me!"

"No, if Dad knows, he won't spare us!"

"If we are careful, there will be no accidents. The eldest brother has been dead for so long, do you really want to guard him for the rest of his life?!"

Jing Xuan's heart was shocked by the woman who wanted to refuse but still welcome in the picture, and somehow he thought of a scandal that was unintentionally broken a week ago.

"No, no..."

Jing Xuan held his deformed head and muttered: "We are the same mother, we must not be them..."

As if to strengthen his belief, he then shouted: "I see, it must be made by Qi's Jewelry! Recently, the retro jewelry launched by the company has taken away several big customers of Qi's, and the grandparents of the Qi family live in Hong Kong Island again." For decades, the people there like to engage in crooked ways the most, they must want to kill me and squeeze the company!!"

"Qi's jewelry?"

Song Ci still stared at the uninspired plot without even looking back, "I can't guarantee whether the Qi family has done anything wrong, but this time it is definitely not them."

Because long before the Jing family's jewelry came out, the old man Qi who often came over with Zhou, the father of the Qi family's helm, had bought a batch of jewelry patterns from the century-old store at a high price, but because of The workmanship is complicated and needs to be carefully crafted before the Jing family is one step behind.

Unless the Qi family has a ghost, they will never do such a stupid thing.

"It's not the Qi family, is it really Xiaohao and Jiaojiao?"

Jing Xuan doesn't know who to trust now, "About two months ago, I unexpectedly discovered that my second brother and younger sister suddenly became very close, almost inseparable. Especially the younger sister who likes to follow fashion trends the most. , somehow fell in love with jewelry design all of a sudden, and also drew many beautiful jewelry that have not been recorded in historical materials. Seeing that she likes this industry and is talented, her parents set up a special studio and handed it over to the younger sister. Even the second younger brother, who usually does not do business, took the initiative to ask Ying to help..."

One day when he worked overtime until midnight, he suddenly wanted to see his sister's new drawing as if he was fascinated.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he pushed open the concealed office door, he saw the second brother and the younger sister entangled in disheveled clothes on the spot.

The younger sister just cried, but the second brother said that the two of them became distraught because they were drunk, and it was definitely not intentional.

Jing Xuan was shocked and angry, but he didn't dare to tell his father who had a bad heart about this big scandal, so he could only listen to his second brother's words and help them cover it up and pretend they didn't know.

After spying on him for a few days, he saw that his second brother was keeping his word and no longer going to the studio, but hanging out with those drinking and meat friends again, and he slowly let go of the heart he had been carrying all along.

"...Then, I became the ghost I am now."

Confiding all the doubts in his heart, Jing Xuan squatted in front of the incense burner without saying a word, staring at the misty fireworks with his single eye glued to his brow bone.

"Forget it, it's not a ghost, it's a ghost, why are you thinking so many useless things!"

Song Ci put down the remote control, "Since it's fate, I don't mind taking in a poor ghost, but you have to be prepared, maybe a ghost messenger will come to your door in a short time and take you to the city of vain death to file a case."

"Master, please help me!"

Jing Xuan stared at Youdao expert, and begged: "Even if I die, I will be a sensible ghost!"

"What a hassle!"

Opening the stopper of the snuff bottle, Song Ci, who had been upgraded to a fake master, waved, "Your soul power is too weak to withstand the yang energy, you should go back to the vase to cultivate. I will try my best to help you find the real culprit. At that time, whether to go to the underworld to reincarnate or stay for revenge is up to you to decide."

Jing Xuan thanked him, and inhaled it into the small bottle as before.

Song Ci was not afraid of this little ghost trapped in the formation, so he put the snuff bottle on the altar and went back to his room to rest.

In the hospital, the media from all walks of life who heard the news and the family members of the victims who couldn't hide their grief huddled together, all wanting to discuss an explanation with the instigator who caused the serial car accident.

At this time, Jing Chongyun, who learned of the accidental death of his eldest son, couldn't bear the stimulation and lay down in the emergency ward. His wife, Qi Xue, was a wealthy wife who never cared about the company's business. She felt sorry for her son and had to turn her head before she shed tears. Worrying about her comatose husband, he had already lost his mind and didn't know what to do. He couldn't deal with the people who were making trouble outside, so he had to call the lawyer to help him overnight.

Looking at the unknown father and the crying mother on the hospital bed, Jing Hao couldn't tell whether he was more sad or lucky.

In the dark stairwell, Jing Hao sat on the steps and smoked cigarettes one after another. He really couldn't figure out how a good home suddenly fell into such a mess.

The father is in a coma, the younger sister is in a coma, and the elder brother is dead.

It seems that since Da Wenrou disappeared from the mental hospital, everything has changed.

"Yes, it's gentleness!"

Jing Hao stomped out the cigarette butt, "As long as we find her, all problems will be solved!"

He didn't even want to wait for a minute, and immediately raised the previously set remuneration to 1.

Millennium's 50 is not a small amount, and it doesn't cost much to find someone, so many well-informed gangsters and three hands can't help but want to take a share from the boss.

Since that night, Song Ci has often encountered Sanwu personnel with gentle photos in their hands walking around the antique street and near the school, and some even ran thousands of miles to talk to Wen's parents.

Seeing the gossip-loving wives watching jokes at their door, Wen Dahu and Wang Xiaolan didn't dare to admit it, they dismissed the visitors with a few words, and took the opportunity to publicize the fact that the eldest daughter was about to marry into a wealthy family. Knowing, it is also good to teach those who do not want to marry the Wen family to regret it.

It was more than a month after such an uproar, and it was not until the uproar of the missing persons incident came to an end that Song Ci put Jing Hao's rather intriguing confession in front of his brother's tombstone in front of Jing Xuan.

"...Brother, forgive me."

In the silent night, the repeated voice was like a loud slap in the face.

Jing Xuan, who had been silent for a long time, moved his fingers, "Xiaohao, I don't blame you, brother."

So, don't blame me...

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: A Gentle Knife~~

In addition, brother Jing family was also one of the cannon fodder in his last life, so he bid farewell to him in advance in this life.

In the end, the concubine Yao and the king didn't really have a relationship, Jing Hao still has a bottom line for his relatives~~

Candied cheese poured with cherries, okay~~