The three people took the invitation and a toolbox and went to the address on the invitation.
The address is located in the suburbs outside Nancheng District, in a slightly larger but less conspicuous courtyard. There is a three-story single-family house in the courtyard.
The car stopped outside the yard, and Tang Chuan showed the invitation to a tall man in a suit who was guarding the door. The man asked the three of them to wait and announced through the headset.
Not long after, a mature woman of about thirty years old, with a charming and beautiful appearance, walked out of the room, wearing a noble silk outfit.
The woman nodded slightly towards the three of them and said politely: "You guys are here to see Mo Han. Thank you for your hard work. Please come in."
The woman brought the three of them to the living room. The square layout of the house did not have too many peculiarities, and the furniture and the like seemed quite ordinary.
However, with just one glance, Tang Chuan could tell that this family was of great wealth. On the front of the living room, there was a seemingly old portrait of the Heavenly Master, which was obviously used to anchor the house.
Most people wouldn't be able to see any clues at all, but in Tang Chuan's eyes, the Celestial Master in the painting came to life, as if he was about to jump out of the portrait.
Tang Chuan saw several other decorations, and several items were extraordinary. It could be said that everything was a priceless treasure.
"Guys, please have some tea." The woman made a pot of tea for the three of them and poured tea for each of them.
After a cup of tea, the woman didn't mention anything about seeing a doctor. It seemed like she wasn't in a hurry at all.
"Excuse me, where is the patient?" Tang Chuan asked.
When the woman heard Tang Chuan's question, a look of helplessness suddenly appeared on her face. She frowned slightly and replied, "Guys, please wait a moment. Mo Han is sleeping at the moment, so it's not convenient to see guests."
Tang Chuan nodded and didn't ask any more questions, but he felt that Zhuang Mohan was quite strange. Judging from the layout of his home, Zhuang Mohan must be a martial artist. As the saying goes, a day's plan begins in the morning, and a martial artist will be successful early.
Practice is very important.
And this Zhuang Mohan, it was almost ten o'clock and he was still sleeping.
The woman didn't say much, and drank tea with the three of them in a dignified and elegant manner. It wasn't until almost eleven o'clock that a servant came downstairs to report.
"Madam, sir, you're awake."
Mrs. Feng Yun stood up, nodded slightly towards the three of them and said, "You three, please follow me."
Tang Chuan and the others followed Mrs. Fengyun upstairs. In front of a door, Mrs. Fengyun warned: "When you go in later, you must not talk nonsense. You can only watch. If you see the result, come out and tell me."
Tang Chuan nodded, indicating that he understood. The woman opened the door and led the three people in.
In the huge room, there was an out-of-place pear wood chair in the middle. A man with disheveled hair and somewhat tattered clothes sat on the chair.
Except for the chair under the man's butt, everything else in the room was in pieces. Not only that, there were many dents on the wall.
"Mo Han, wake up." The woman walked over, put her hands on the man's shoulders, and said softly.
"Why do I sleep in the study room?" The man turned his head slightly and asked the woman with a curious look on his face.
"Last night you read too late and fell asleep, so I didn't dare to disturb you. Did you sleep well?" Mrs. Fengyun knelt down and asked softly.
The man turned back, nodded repeatedly, and said: "Oh, oh, oh, that's it, I actually read a book last night. Well? I read a book last night, why can't I remember anything now? No, you
Lie to me, I didn’t read a book last night.”
The man slowly stood up, and Mrs. Feng Yun also stood up.
"Tell me, did you lie to me again? I didn't read at all last night? Also, why is my study in such a mess, and who did it?" The man said, his expression gradually becoming ferocious.
"I'll sort it out for you right away. Don't worry. If you forgot what you saw last night, just forget about it. Just watch it again tonight." Mrs. Feng Yun said softly.
An extremely fierce momentum suddenly erupted from the man's body, and the debris at his feet was instantly blown away.
Then, I saw the man suddenly reaching out and grabbing the woman's neck, lifting her up high, and his face became extremely distorted.
"Tell me! Did you lie to me, did you betray me? Are you a bitch trying to kill me?" The woman raised Mrs. Feng Yun high and roared.
Mrs. Feng Yun was strangled by the neck, and there was a look of pain on her face. She still opened her mouth and whispered softly: "Mo Han, I love you so much, why would I betray you so much? Put me down, and I will help you organize the study and give it to you.
Make your favorite breakfast, okay?"
"Liar, you liar! Women are all liars and bitches, die!" The man was furious and immediately threw Mrs. Feng Yun out.
"Bang~" There was a loud noise, and the woman hit the wall hard, and then slid to the ground against the wall.
Mrs. Feng Yun slowly got up, with blood hanging from the corners of her mouth, but she still smiled: "Good boy, don't lose your temper. You can take a good rest, okay?"
"Get out, get out of here!" the man roared.
After the man finished roaring, he raised his hand and punched the wall hard. Debris flew and a deep dent instantly appeared on the wall.
Mrs. Feng Yun wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, motioned to the three of them as if nothing had happened, and led them out of the room and back to the living room on the first floor.
"It turns out that the portrait of the Celestial Master you invited is for suppressing evil." Tang Chuan said, squinting slightly as he stared at the portrait of the Celestial Master.
Tang Chuan had already prepared that the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association would definitely give him a stumbling block, but he didn't expect to find such a patient for him. However, Tang Chuan was not worried, he was sure to cure the man.
Mrs. Feng Yun sighed softly and said: "To be honest, that portrait is indeed used to ward off evil spirits. Mo Han may have been possessed by evil spirits. He is only gentle for less than a minute when he wakes up every day. Very
He will soon descend into violence, as you can see."
Tang Chuan nodded. He had already seen the clues with just one glance.
That man in his thirties is not simple. If the energy in his body were not too disordered, his strength would be at the heaven level. According to the man's age, he is a master among his peers.
"Do you know how to exorcise evil spirits?" Mrs. Feng Yun asked.
Tang Chuan shook his head. How could he understand such mysterious things? Besides, he himself didn't believe in the so-called evil spirits.
Mrs. Feng Yun sighed softly and said: "Hey, if you have no other choice, you can only make a hard trip. Please accept the tea money."
After Mrs. Feng Yun finished speaking, she took out a bank card, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it in front of Tang Chuan.
Tang Chuan did not go to collect the bank card, but smiled and said: "No reward for no merit. Besides, I don't know how to exorcise evil spirits, but I didn't say that I can't cure Mr. Zhuang's 'disease'?"