"All nonsense! Mr. Su, you can fool things, these are all tricks of this kid. Don't believe it!" Zhang Kaimin angrily scolded.

What does it mean to endure three injections of life and reduce life for several years?

Is this an invisible slap him in the face?

How could Zhang Kaimin suffer from this anger? Although they saw a black mist that was killed by Jiang Feng just now, Zhang Kaimin would not accept the fact that there were dirty things in the world.

He is a materialist and does not believe that there will be creatures like dirty things in this world.

In those videos in the early years, many Feng Shui masters would use some pretexts to deceive ordinary people.

In Zhang Kaimin's eyes, Jiang Feng is the common trick of lie about Feng Shui masters in those videos in the early years.

Jiang Feng looked at Zhang Kaimin: "Disguise? People like you who are self-centered can only use deficiencies to comfort yourself!"

"Hmph! Isn't it a fool? You liar!" Zhang Kaimin scolded arrogantly.

"Ming'er!" Suddenly, Old Master Su opened his eyes and shouted at Su Ming.

Su Ming was stunned at first, then he was ecstatic: "Father, you are awake!"

Ga!!!

Seeing that Mr. Su had woken up, Zhang Kaimin felt like he was hit by a bolt from the blue and was confused.

This...how is this possible?

This kid really turned the tide and cured Mr. Su?

He knew how weak Mr. Su's aura was just now. Who could have expected that a young boy would actually cure Mr. Su.

For a moment, Zhang Kaimin looked at Jiang Feng as if he was looking at a monster.

"I...what's going on?" Old Master Su looked confused.

Su Ming looked at Jiang Feng, because he couldn't explain the dirty things clearly.

Jiang Feng whispered: "Mr. Su, you are possessed by a dirty thing!"

"Dirty?" Old Master Su's pale face was filled with surprise.

Jiang Feng pointed to the ancient portrait at the head of the bed: "Mr. Su, this portrait has just been unearthed from the underground. You should know this?"

"I know, of course!" Old Master Su nodded.

He had a hobby of collecting antiques in his life. This ancient portrait was auctioned at a sky-high price from the auction house.

Because he really liked this ancient painting so much, he hung it on the head of the bed.

Of course, he also heard that this ancient painting had just been unearthed, but Mr. Su didn't take it to heart.

Mr. Su looked at Jiang Feng: "Is it possible that the problem comes from this calligraphy and painting?"

"Yes, this dirty thing is hidden in calligraphy and paintings, so you are possessed by the upper body. Old man, you should have heard of it. In Feng Shui, calligraphy and paintings cannot be hung on the wall at the head of the bed, which will attract people's luck and yang energy!" Jiang Feng said bluntly.

Mr. Su was shocked and said, "Yes, yes, there is such a saying. But I like this ancient painting so much that I didn't take it seriously. Who would have almost killed me!"

Everyone was thinking about it. Thinking about the scene when Jiang Feng held the peach wood sword and killed the black mist, everyone had already believed Jiang Feng's words.

Yes, there are too many things in this world that cannot be explained.

Most of these things are feudal superstitions, but many of them do exist, but cannot be explained by science.

Just like acupuncture, it originated from the Central Plains. Many Western medicines do not recognize it, thinking that this is nonsense.

However, acupuncture can indeed cure diseases, which leaves a group of Western medicine speechless.

"This...how is this possible?" Zhang Kaimin's face was incredible.

Jiang Feng carried his hands on his back and looked at Zhang Kaimin with a look of disdain, saying, "Little doctors treat diseases, Chinese medicine doctors, great doctors and country, the Holy Medical Pavilion is the first medical community in China. You from the Holy Medical Pavilion target me one after another."

"You are arrogant and unfashionable, and don't take me seriously. Now Mr. Su has been cured by the young boy you underestimated!"
Chapter completed!