As soon as Fang Xuemei left Xu Meijin's body, Xu Meijin fainted. I held her and put her on the sofa in the living room, letting her have a good rest to recover. Even if Fang Xuemei is pitiful, she is an unjust soul with so much resentment.
I've been suffering from minor illnesses for a few days, and I feel a little guilty. On Xu Meijing's first day in the city, something like this happened. I blame me for being too careless before.
Fortunately, Fang Xuemei only asked me for help and did not use Xu Meijin's body for anything else, otherwise I don't think I would have helped her.
‘Ding Dong, Ding Dong’~
The doorbell rang. I stepped forward and opened the door. Cheng Baize looked at me with a bright smile: "That's right. I can't tell you are a rich second generation. No wonder you don't let me take you home. Are you afraid of me?
You are seeking money and killing your life."
"You come in first." I said, pulling him in and saying, "This is not my home. I'm just staying here to help others look after the house."
He nodded with a smile, and just took a few steps to the living room, but the smile on his face immediately froze, and his brows furrowed: "No, there is something in this room, and there is a lot of resentment."
After saying that, he closed his eyes as if calculating something, then opened them suddenly and ran towards the basement, as if chasing something: "Where are you running! Is this where you stay!!"
"Hey..." I shouted, but couldn't catch him. I could only follow him closely and ran to the basement. He stopped and pointed at the wall with Fang Xuemei's bones and looked at me:
"what is that?"
I breathed out: "I asked you to come here just to show you this. There is indeed a complainer in this room, but she is very pitiful. She just wants to ask me to help her."
"So?" Cheng Baize pointed to the wall: "That's why you called me here?"
"Yeah." I nodded honestly: "Help me get the bones out."
He touched his chest: "It's over. I'm sad. I thought I was so charming. I feel like you are a weasel giving New Year's greetings to a chicken. You have no good intentions."
I looked at him speechlessly: "What kind of analogy are you talking about? I also want to test how your ten years of learning is. This is much more difficult than Feng Shui."
"Okay." He straightened his suit jacket and said seriously: "Ms. Ma, let's talk about the price first. I usually don't show it to others casually at night. It will hurt my vitality when I see this. And
I personally went out to the mountain to see it, and it cost five figures anyway... How about I give you a friendly price..."
I had nothing to say, so I stared at him and let out a long sigh: "Oh, this is a sister calling me, it's really not a kiss. I thought I was meeting a noble man when I went out, but I didn't expect that he is also a man who is blind to money.
That’s all, I’ll see for myself, I’ll take care of you without any trouble, Mr. Cheng.”
"Pfft." He looked at me and suddenly laughed: "You see, you just can't tease me. Well, then I, my husband, will show my skills to you, a sensible person who only studied for one afternoon." After that, he
He strode down the stairs and stared at Xuemei's corpse on the wall for a while. The smile on his face faded and his expression gradually became serious: "Who is so cruel?"
I didn't answer and walked next to him: "Do you know how to take out the nails?"
He glanced at me, then knelt down and picked up a piece of wall that I had knocked off before, shook it at the basement light, and then looked at me: "Did you break this?"
I nodded: "Of course, but I can't remove this nail."
He looked at me suspiciously: "What kind of blood did you use to break it?"
"My own blood." Looking at him: "What's wrong?"
A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he shook his head: "To break this curse, you need to use the blood of black dogs and roosters, plus high-quality cinnabar, to find the mouth of the curse and dot it to complete it. The process is quite complicated, you can just use your own blood."
broken?"
I hummed: "Yes, this is not difficult, it is a rare nail in the coffin."
He shook his head: "It's rare that it's not the coffin nails, but the inner curse on this wall. This curse is combined with the coffin nail bead curtain, so this innocent soul can be trapped here forever. The person who did this should have come to my master later.
Otherwise, he won't be able to survive..." As he spoke, he paused and looked at me: "Are you... intersex?"
I looked at him impatiently: "Now is not the time to talk about this! Please take out the coffin nails for me first so that Aunt Xuemei can come out so that I can call the police!"
He looked at me for a long time, then slowly regained his composure, "This is not difficult, just use a vajra."
"Vajra?" I frowned: "Then where can I find it?"
A smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he looked at me: "I have a blessed vajra. It was my master's treasure back then. It is used to subdue demons and resentments. It has powerful magic power. If you tell me whether you are yin and yang,
Man, I can lend it to you."
I raised my eyebrows: "Aren't you a deviant? The vajra is a Buddhist instrument, how can you have it?"
"You have to ask my master about this." As he said, he looked at me and said, "As you said, nothing can change without departing from its origin. We understand both yin and yang and Feng Shui and numerology. Naturally, we have to understand all aspects.
.”
I nodded: "Well, I won't talk to you about it for now. You take out the vajra first, and I'll do the business first. As for my business, I'll tell you when it's done.
I, Ma Jiaolong, keep my word."
"It's a deal." He looked at me and his expression became difficult to understand again.
I nodded: "It's a deal."
Then he took out his mobile phone and made a call. He said something behind my back. He probably hung up the phone and turned to look at me: "Delivery within twenty minutes."
I raised my eyebrows: "Didn't I say that you are alone here, without any helpers?"
"Just because you don't want to be my assistant doesn't mean others don't want to either."
I had nothing to say. The two of us stood in the basement awkwardly. I didn’t know whether to tell him the truth about my intersex. After all, I wasn’t familiar with him and it was a little weird. In fact, I was also afraid of strange looks.
After thinking so wildly, someone came and rang the doorbell after a while.
I stood there without moving. After waiting for a while, I saw him coming over with a sealed box. He opened the combination lock on the box in front of me. I glanced at him and said, "You can let someone else give you such an important thing."
Just send it over casually, don't worry about him taking it away."
He looked at me and gently raised the corner of his mouth, "If he is brave enough and is not afraid of death, then just hold it. This pestle is more intelligent than a human being."
After saying that, I watched him open the box, unwrap the red cloth, and carefully take it out. My eyes lit up. The body of the pestle was made of gold and copper, shining brightly, which made people feel awe. It had the appearance of three rhombus-shaped spikes.
On the other side were three Buddha heads, with three expressions of laughter, anger and curse. He took it out and handed it to me: "Come here and see if you have a connection with it." (To be continued)