Volume 1 In 2007 I was poisoned by my grandmother with golden silkworms Chapter 1 Boss Gu's Relative
For a while, I always doubted myself and felt that I was an unknown person.
After my cheap uncle Wang Luohe came from Southeast Asia and Xiaomei died, I was so depressed that I once wanted to leave Dongguan where I worked hard and struggled, and wanted to go to a strange place to be anonymous and free from cause and effect.
However, I finally discovered a problem. No matter what, I can't escape being surrounded by the crowd. I will always get into trouble. Even if I escape to the horizon, so what? It's not the same. What is supposed to come will always come.
Escape is useless. Only by resisting and living a positive and optimistic life can you become a truly strong person.
So I returned to the south, came to Hongshan, and opened a restaurant like this with my fellow villager A Dong.
He needs my investment, and I need a stable income, so that I don’t have to rush around for three buckets of rice. My time is too precious, and I finally understand that I am not living for myself alone. I have too many people on my shoulders.
Many responsibilities: Duoduo, Fat Chongzi, the promise to Huang Fei... and, well, the little demon Duoduo is a foxy girl, so to speak.
With so many mouths open, I feel very stressed.
When Boss Gu called, I had just completed the handover of the Miaojiang restaurant. A Dong is a person with his own opinions and ideas in management. Too much interference will make him lose his direction, so he decided to leave first.
For a while, Boss Gu complained to me, saying that if I didn't come, his relatives would probably collapse.
I smiled bitterly and said that there are so many masters of metaphysics in Hong Kong who have written numerous books, why did Mao just wait for me?
He said shit, he couldn't invite the famous ones, and the small ones were useless. They were all just words.
So I packed my bags and headed to Hong Kong via the Luohu Pass in Peng City with Mr. Tiger Cat and the miscellaneous hair trail. Boss Gu's assistant Qin Li had already been waiting in Peng City and he had handled all the procedures.
I have worked with Boss Gu before, and I have been to Hong Kong. I have a Hong Kong and Macao pass, and there are also mixed trails, so I passed the border smoothly. Boss Gu waited at the border in person. After some pleasantries, he got into a black luxury car.
The business car traveled all the way, passing high-rise buildings and crowded traffic, and arrived at a busy street in Kowloon.
Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Hong Kong. It is said that Bruce Lee died in this hospital. Boss Gu took us directly to the ward. We took the elevator upstairs. Perhaps it was a coincidence that we were on the fifth floor.
This number immediately made my anus tighten. Ever since the "Fifth Floor Soul Returning Stairway" incident, I have always had an inexplicable sense of discomfort with the word "Fifth Floor". Maybe that was the first time I felt uncomfortable with the word "Fifth Floor".
Were you so scared that you peed your pants? This is a painful memory that makes me speechless.
There are warning signs in my heart, this trip is unknown.
In the corridor on the fifth floor of the hospital, I met most of the family members of Boss Gu, a distant relative, including his wife, a son in his twenties, and an eighteen-year-old daughter (he also has a thirty-year-old daughter)
, now in Canada). Boss Gu’s distant relative is a director of a small trading company, his surname is Zhang, let’s call him Zhang Director. According to Boss Gu’s introduction to me, Zhang Director is in his fifties and travels to both sides of the Taiwan Strait all year round.
There are many local customs in these three places, and he is a long-time gourmet of all three. Not only in Dongguan, but also in Jiangcheng and Pengshi, he has property and loves.
Hong Kong is a place that attaches great importance to customs and Chinese studies, and has always been tolerant of all kinds of knowledge. Therefore, when Boss Gu’s wife, son and daughter saw Zamao Xiaodao and me, they all respected us very much. Of course, there is something in this.
Including the exaggerated bragging given to me by Boss Gu. In comparison, the reception and attention Zamao Xiaodao received was almost like state guest-level treatment. Because of his Taoist robe and bun, his obscene nature was concealed.
There are some more celestial beings, and he looks more and more like "Yin Zhiping".
Zhang Dong lives in an independent ward. Looking through the glass at the door, it is difficult to imagine from the white-haired old man in the hospital bed that he was suave and free-spirited a year ago.
Boss Gu told me next to him that Lao Zhang was very good to his family. After knowing that he was infected, he took over the company's business and moved here. After medication, his condition has been controlled.
He got better and has been discharged from the hospital for treatment. However, since being haunted by the ghost, he has become completely depressed. After being hospitalized, he almost went crazy. He even tried to commit suicide two days ago. Fortunately, someone was watching, but he failed, so he came to me in a hurry.
The full name of AIDS is Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome. It is mainly infected through blood, body fluids and secretions. It is not contagious through daily handshakes, hugs and normal interactions, so we walked in with confidence and found a chair to sit down. Chapter
Dong was lying on the bed, looking at me and Zamao Xiaodao quietly, with dull eyes, a thin face, and age spots on his face. His arms stretched out from the quilt were like dry bones in a grave, with skin connected to the bones, showing an unhealthy
s color.
When Boss Gu introduced me and Zamao Xiaodao to Director Zhang, he was exhaling more energy than inhaling. His eyes suddenly became brighter, his black lips trembled, and he uttered a difficult voice: "Two masters, do you want to
Please help me?" Zamao Xiaodao waved his hands loudly and said it was okay. Pindao would definitely be considerate of lay people when he came this time. He looked around and said he wanted to clear the place.
The master's words were unquestionable. In an instant, Director Zhang's family, Boss Gu, and Qin Li were all kicked out.
After everyone left, Zamao Xiaodao took out a bottle of purified water, put a few drops on Zhang Dong's forehead and eye sockets, and recited the nectar mantra: "My sorrowful husband has suffered for a long night...The fire comes out of the throat, and I often think about hunger and thirst, and sprinkle nectar on it."
Water is as refreshing as hot..." One of his characteristics is that he can recite the mantra quickly and accurately. He can recite a mantra of several hundred words in less than a minute, and it has an effect. It's not like me.
Even if you read it stammeringly, it may not be effective.
This is the biggest difference between a child from a well-known family and a pheasant who has become a monk halfway.
Basic skills.
After cursing, Director Zhang became much more energetic and half sat up. Now that Zamao Xiaodao was in the limelight, I was happy to watch from the side. Zamao Xiaodao asked, and Director Zhang answered. Everything was detailed and I didn't dare to hide it.
From their conversation, I roughly understood the outline:
It turns out that Dong Guo in this chapter was really the patron of the woman who jumped from the building and died. Since the woman was dead, it was inconvenient to mention the title, so she called her Little A. Little A was already pregnant with Zhang Dong's flesh and blood, and was preparing to give birth to an heir.
However, Xiao A's ex-boyfriend suddenly intervened, leaving Xiao A empty and lonely, so he decided to quit, spending countless money, and was also infected with AIDS, and had to abort his three-month-old fetus. Zhang Dong was originally a
In addition to being busy with business, Old Man Huahua also has several nests in the Pearl River Delta, where he keeps canaries in cages and frequents entertainment venues.
As a result, the disease spread like a drumbeat, infecting more than a dozen people. The only good thing was that the old wife was old and had not been married for a long time, so she was not infected. He was naturally angry, and when he asked the reason again, he showed no sympathy at all.
Talking about it, he thought about kicking out this dead woman who caused him to get sick and leaving her to fend for herself.
As a result, Little A jumped to his death, and the matter has been delayed.
Zhang Dong has been undergoing active treatment in Hong Kong and has not spent much time getting to know Little A, a woman who makes him gnash his teeth. However, one night, in a hazy state, he found a heavy object beside the bed. When he pushed it, he found that it was cold and damp.
, half sat up, and realized that it was Little A. She was wearing sexy lingerie, trying her best to tease. Director Zhang didn't understand the situation, he smiled, and according to his lustful nature, he hugged the beauty next to him.
once.
At the critical moment, he remembered that the woman under him had died long ago, and her head had been smashed into a rotten watermelon. How could she be with him? When he remembered it, the scene immediately changed, and the woman in his arms was indeed wet and covered in blood.
, look at Little A’s face again, damn, this is not a face at all, it is clearly a terrifying monster made of various pieces of meat put together...
In shock and panic, Zhang Dong couldn't control himself, and Yuanyang suddenly lost.
At this moment, he lost all his soul...
Then he woke up and found that he was still lying on the big bed at home. The lights outside the window were swaying. He was wet and sweating all over. He was not in good health to begin with, and he had a fever when he was frightened. He thought it was just
It was an accidental phenomenon, but after that, for as long as a week or as short as three or two days, this little A would enter his dream, either lingering and pathos, frightening and threatening, or crying endlessly, torturing him so much that he couldn't bear to think about it.
Too bad to die.
During this period, he also invited several masters, Master Huang Zhongxin Huang from Wan Chai, Hong Kong Island, Tie Ban Zhang from Kwun Tong, Kowloon, Master Ge Tianshi from the outlying islands of the New Territories... They all said that they were involved in something unknown, and some were wrapped with red threads.
, there are people who draw talismans to control the house, and there are people who use spells to bind evil spirits, but none of them are of any use. What is supposed to come comes just as it should, and it gets worse and more frequent, making people crazy.
Zamao Xiaodao took out a red copper compass from the Treasure Bag Qiankun Bag.
This compass was just like his third uncle's, with fifty-four layers of concentric circles on it, and densely packed traditional Chinese characters dotting the spaces. He held it flat, recited the consecration mantra, and then the black magnetic needle in the middle of the compass, Tianchi, began to move left and right.
It swayed and kept spinning. Seeing this magnitude, Zamao Xiaodao and I both frowned. You know, Xiao A’s evil spirit had already been eliminated by Zamao Xiaodao’s talisman. Such a strong magnetic field
The reaction is obviously not something that can be caused by just an evil spirit.
Zamao Xiaodao asked me what I thought, and I shook my head. The Yang Qi was too strong during the day, and the ghost didn’t know where it was hiding. Only at night, when it comes out to harm people, can we be sure of what it is. Zamao Xiaodong read it again.
With the spell of calming the mind, Zhang Dong closed his eyes and began to fall into a peaceful sleep. Seeing him let out a long sigh of relief, Lao Xiao and I looked at each other and shook our heads.
This was probably the most peaceful sleep he had had in a long time.
I looked at the sunset outside the window and knew that we were going to spend the night in this hospital. To be honest, I hated the smell of disinfectant.
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