Seeing this, Brother Song Liang quickly helped him up: "Zhouzi, this is my sister, don't do this."
Brother Song Liang's tone was full of heartache and sympathy. I guess they must have had a good relationship when they were in college, otherwise they wouldn't have been in contact for so long. When this man named Zhouzi had something to do, he would immediately ask Brother Song Liang for help.
I couldn't help but cheer up. Since I am Brother Song Liang's friend, I must handle this matter well.
The man was a little stunned: "Your sister? Your sister is Da Xian'er? Why didn't I hear you say it before?"
At this time, a very sharp female voice came from the room, the tone was angry, mocking, and crying: "Wang Zhou! I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes with you! I can't work well, and there are so many old people to support.
, it’s okay to live in such a shabby place, if your child is sick you can’t afford to treat your child, but instead you believe in some great immortal, oh oh oh, what sin did I commit in my previous life? I’m marrying you!”
Wang Zhou's tired face was a little embarrassed. He lowered his head humbly and forced the corners of his mouth to say: "Don't mind, come in first."
I nodded and walked in followed by Brother Song Liang and the others.
My first impression upon entering was that this house is too small.
Because there is a bedroom separated on the left and right, the living room in the middle is only five or six square meters in size. There is also a yellow sofa and a dining table in this small space.
Sitting on the sofa were four old men, all with gray hair and wrinkled faces, touching here and there with dull expressions.
There is no place to sit down in the living room, not even a place to put your feet down.
And the moment I came in, a feeling as cold as a century-old dry well immediately enveloped my whole body.
It's summer now and it shouldn't be so cold in the house.
I looked around but didn't see any ghosts.
"Can I see the child?" Alas, the woman's wailing was so loud that I had to speak loudly, otherwise I was afraid that Wang Zhou wouldn't hear her.
Wang Zhou nodded immediately, walked to the closed door on the east side, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door: "Honey, the immortal is here, at least let the immortal see your son, I know I am useless, why are you angry with me?
Okay, but what about the child?"
There was a loud bang, which must have been the woman throwing something against the door from inside. It startled me, and Brother Song Liang was almost frightened too.
But Wang Zhou was not surprised: "Honey, I beg you, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much."
"Go away! I can hardly afford to eat. I have no money to support a liar!" the woman's frantic voice came out.
Brother Song Liang paused and turned back to look at me comfortingly.
I shook my head. It turned out that I was afraid of being defrauded by scammers. This was much easier.
I took a step forward, faced the door and said as calmly as possible: "Sister-in-law, if you don't think well, I don't want the money. If you like it, you can give it as much as you want. Five thousand or eight thousand is not a lot, and ten or two cents is not."
"No, I don't have any hard conditions."
Wang Zhou looked at me with a somewhat surprised look, and almost asked, "Why don't you want money?"
I waved my hand at him to signal him to stop talking.
The woman in the room was silent for more than a minute. After a while, she silently opened the door, but the door only opened a gap.
Only then did I see the scene in the room clearly, and my heart sank again unconsciously.
The room was very dark, the curtains were drawn more than three layers, and the yin energy in the room was almost flowing out like water.
The yin energy hit me, as if it had penetrated through my pores, making my bones feel cold.
What has happened to their family? There is such a thick yin energy.
A thin woman appeared at the door. Her hair was messy and her complexion was ugly. Her black skirt hung dangling from her body like a dissatisfied bucket.
"You really don't want money?" The woman raised her face, revealing her red eyes, and her voice was dry and lifeless.
I took a quick look at her. Although she was not in good condition, she had a tall and straight figure and could still vaguely see some temperament. She must have been the daughter of a wealthy family who made money.
But now it's like this, hey, monsters and ghosts can do a lot of harm to people.
I nodded: "Yes."
She bit her lip, looking difficult and embarrassed: "Then come in."
She stepped out of the way. As soon as I walked in, Brother Song Liang wanted to come in with me again. I turned around quickly and said to him: "Don't come in."
The yin energy in this room is so strong that it will be difficult for anyone who comes into contact with it.
Brother Song Liang braked suddenly and turned a corner blankly at the door of the room: "I'll wait for you outside."
"OK."
After entering the house, I didn't rush to draw the curtains. Instead, I squatted beside the bed and checked on the child sleeping on the bed.
He was a little boy, about five or six years old. He was sleeping very restlessly, his brows were furrowed, his hair was yellow, his face was pale, and there were black and purple blood vessels around his eyes, just like blood vessels growing on the skin.
Moreover, every corner of his body exudes a faint black aura. If I hadn't had a pair of snake eyes, I wouldn't have been able to detect it in such a dark room.
Wong Tai Sin came out of nowhere, jumped on my shoulder, and said solemnly: "Open his eyelids and take a look."
"Yeah." I could feel the woman shivering nervously behind me when I raised my hand. I ignored her and carefully opened the boy's eyelids.
When I saw his eyes, my whole body tensed up and my heart pounded.
The child’s eyes actually don’t have any black eyes!
Wang Zhou's anxious voice sounded outside the door: "Da Xian'er, how is my child? Can he be saved? Woohoo."
"I'm possessed." The big black fox suddenly jumped on the bed, "Open the curtains and look again."
I nodded, turned to the nervous woman and said, "I want to pull the curtains."
"No!" the woman suddenly screamed, grabbing my arm with both crazy hands, as if pulling the curtains was something scary, "You can't pull the curtains! You absolutely can't pull the curtains!"
Hiss, I gasped, her hands were like two iron pliers, almost breaking my arm.
I endured the pain and patiently comforted her: "Your child is possessed. The room is so dark, which will only encourage the yin energy and is not good for his illness. Moreover, I have to open the curtains to tell how he was possessed."
You are so evil, I can save your child, you believe me."
The woman didn't listen to me at all. She threw herself on the boy, crying and howling, but wouldn't let him close the curtains.
As a mother, I looked at her back, which was particularly anxious and helpless at the moment. For the first time, I felt that "you believe in me" was so feeble.
No wonder the world needs people with professions like ours, because there are too many people suffering in pain.
At this moment, I became more determined to do my first job well.
But to do the first thing right, the first step is to open the curtains.
I turned around and winked at Brother Song Liang outside the door.
Brother Song Liang nodded, grabbed Wang Zhou and rushed in.