This magic is subject to too high temperature restrictions, and it must be done at the right time, place, and right people. [/It's like watching my cousin act cool. I haven't had many opportunities to perform for him.

After doing this, we proposed to leave. Why not leave? It would be too much to stay here with others. I have no interest in that.

The ***'s own son saw us out and handed us a red envelope with a solemn look on his face.

At that moment, the neighbor's uncle's aunt said angrily: "Hmph, let's just let the old woman be buried with my great-grandma. I came to see my husband. What are you looking for? That kind of person! Humph!"

Alas! People, it’s better to have some conscience. Otherwise, when you suffer retribution, you won’t even know how you died.

Later I heard that the grandma woke up. I don’t know if something went wrong when we were dealing with the matter, or if it was just the way it should have been. The grandma woke up, but she was just paralyzed. Her daughter-in-law could still watch a few times at first.

Oh my god, after that, we had nothing to eat and nothing to do, and the curses continued. She would cry from time to time, why don't we just let her die? People in the village said that this was retribution for her.

How do I know this? Because I desperately want to know the result and whether my cousin really guessed the words that grandpa wrote correctly. If he is right, I will have a chance to laugh at him.

Chapter 37 Madman

It had only been a few days since the incident about retribution, and my cousin and I had already spread our reputation for helping the child and the great-grandmother.

There are two versions of the legend. One says that we are children who came down from the sky, so we are born with this ability. And it is very powerful. Even the gods of so and so have been arranged for us.

Another version said that the two of us were liars and had defrauded us of an unknown amount of money.

The grandmothers in the community also asked me this, and I laughed and said, I am a liar.

As a result, some people said that I admitted it, while others said that I didn’t want people to ask for help.

Once I became famous, people would always come to my door. That afternoon, my cousin went to the funeral parlor to help, and my baby and I were counting ants under the shade of a tree in the garden. An old woman led someone to find me.

The person who came to me was a middle-aged woman, she looked to be in her forties. I sat down with her on a stone chair nearby, and let the baby sit on the ground at my feet and continue counting her ants.

The woman said that her surname was Zhang, so I called her Sister Zhang. Sister Zhang said that she came here after hearing that there were knowledgeable people here. But she didn’t expect that I was still so young and didn’t look like a goddess.

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I didn't say anything, just laughed along. Sister Zhang continued, she came here about her son. She said that her son suddenly went crazy a few days ago for no apparent reason. Sometimes when I talk alone,

He did some inexplicable things. He wanted to commit suicide several times, but his father stopped him. As a last resort, they had no choice but to send the child to a brain hospital. In layman's terms, it was a mental hospital.

After sending the child there, they sorted out the child's things in the room and found a note. The note said: There is a voice in my heart that keeps talking to me, asking me to do what he says. I can't control it.

My own body. Save me.

They felt that the child was not crazy, but was haunted by ghosts.

"A ghost possessing you?" I wondered, not knowing if it was this. And I haven't really dealt with such a thing for such a long time. A ghost that is powerful enough to control people's minds must be very powerful.

Sister Zhang said that she had also considered this. She asked a master in the temple to see the child, but the master said that the child was fine. He was probably really crazy.

I don’t know if there are any masters in this small city of ours. Maybe there are, I don’t know. Maybe Sister Zhang hired a liar.

As Sister Zhang spoke, she took out something from her bag and said, "When my son committed suicide several times, he always wanted to hit his head with this. Take a look."

She wrapped the thing several times with cloth. After she opened it completely, I saw what was inside and stood up in shock. My baby thought I was leaving suddenly, so he started crying and reaching out for a hug.

Woolen cloth.

I quickly picked up Happiness and comforted him.

There is no mistaking what Sister Zhang is holding in her hand. It is a scale! And it is the same scale that I lost at the beginning. In less than half a month, this scale appeared in front of me. A small

Weighing weights will never appear again and again by such a coincidence.

I quickly asked Sister Zhang her son’s birthday. Then while holding the child, I used my mobile phone to calculate the horoscopes. Although I was very slow at calculating the yin and yang of the horoscopes, and even many of them were uncertain, I finally called my cousin. Listen.

He heard the clanging sound of the dojo over there, and he had to shout to make me hear him clearly.

My cousin is more familiar with this than me, and he quickly gave the answer. That child is pure Yin.

I said I had something important to talk about when I got home tonight, and then hung up the phone.

A pure Yin boy wants to commit suicide, so he hits his head with this weight. I don’t dare to hold that weight anymore. If something happens to me, I will ask Sister Zhang to leave her phone number and put the weight at the door of the community.

In the security room, she said we would go see her son tomorrow.

She handed over the red envelope with great gratitude. In fact, even if she didn't give the money, I still wanted to take a look. Because maybe, I will be the next person to hit myself on the head with that weight.

In the evening, during dinner, I gave the red envelope to my cousin and told him about it. My brother was very worried. Such intensive activities meant that the secret person was beside us. Really?

When something goes wrong, we cannot prevent it.

My cousin even went to the security room to get the weight back. After some research, he came to a conclusion and said, "Well, it's the one we had last time. It can't be wrong."

Then we made an appointment to see the child the next day.

My brother was worried about me and decided to go with us. Because on the weekend, as usual, my aunt was on holiday and the baby was sent to my parents. We sent the baby there in the morning, made an excuse and went out.

That brain hospital is quite famous. We went there at two o'clock in the afternoon, called Sister Zhang, confirmed the time and ward number, and entered the inpatient department of the hospital.

After getting out of the elevator, Sister Zhang was waiting for us in the corridor. When we passed by the wards, many patients were sleeping, and some were receiving intravenous drips. It was not as scary as the mental hospitals seen on TV.

After Sister Zhang greeted us, she opened the door to the ward. She said that her son had woken up once this morning. He had been struggling and shouting. The nurse calmed him down and he was still sleeping. After she finished speaking, she started crying.

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We entered the room and saw the child's father. The child's father was sitting on a chair, looking at the child on the hospital bed, his brows furrowed. When he saw us coming in, he immediately gave up his seat and said hello.

I originally thought he was just a boy in his teens, but what I saw was a big boy who was almost 1.6 meters tall on the hospital bed. Children nowadays are very tall.

The child was lying on a white hospital bed, covered with a quilt. It could be seen from the safety belt-like thing protruding from under the quilt that he was tied to the bed. There was only one bed in the ward. Probably because he was worried that the patient would use it.

Don't let things hurt you. Except for the bed and the chair where the child's father was sitting just now, there is nothing left.

The child's father said from the side: "As long as my son can get better, I will give you everything you want. I am just such a son."

I rolled my eyes at him and said, "Stop talking, you're disturbing us."

I also opened the compass on air. My cousin came over to look at my compass. There was nothing abnormal about the compass pointer. A ghost that can control people's bodies would not even have a magnetic field.

This is different from what we usually learn.

I put away the compass and whispered: "What should I do?"

"I don't know." My cousin answered honestly.

I thought about it, doesn’t it say in the movie that you can pull out the ghost on your upper body by pinching the middle finger of your left hand with chopsticks? Even if you can’t pull it out, you can still talk to the ghost.

I told my cousin, and he said, "It's a good try, you go."

"Why is it me?" I asked, with a bitter look on my face, wishing I could turn back time and not say anything.

My cousin nudged me: "It's best for you to go. This is still a time when Yang Qi is very strong, so even if that thing is powerful, it won't be able to get to you."

Alas, in such dangerous times, it's all about me. My brother was anxious: "How about I go?"

I quickly said: "I'll go. Anyway, nothing will happen to me." I said to Sister Zhang: "Sister Zhang, do you have the chopsticks?"

Sister Zhang took out a pair of chopsticks from the lunch box on the ground, washed them in the bathroom, and then handed them to me. They were a pair of chopsticks used at home, with one end square and the other round. I didn’t know that the street was round.

Can disposable bamboo chopsticks also have the effect of yin and yang of heaven and earth?

The child is still sleeping, but if something is attached to him, that thing will not sleep. So it is still useful to pinch his middle finger now.

I'm still a little nervous, but I have the chopsticks in my hands. Do you dare to say no? And the child's parents have heard our conversation. The child's father has already lifted a corner of the quilt to expose the child's hands. Because the child

My hands were tied, so I could only take the initiative to stretch out my chopsticks and pinch the child's middle finger.

I prayed in my heart: "Don't come out, don't come out."

My cousin stood behind me and whispered: "Who are you?"

"I am gold. I am not covered." My voice was trembling. My cousin patted me on the shoulder and said, "I didn't ask you. I am waiting for his answer. Who are you?" He asked again.

But the child lying on the bed was particularly helpless. He just didn't answer or react at all, as if he was really asleep.

One at a time, after about five minutes, we gave up.

Look, what you learn on TV is outrageous. You can pick out the ghost on your upper body by holding your middle finger with chopsticks. How can it be such a simple thing?

Just when I took back my chopsticks and gradually calmed down, the child suddenly started struggling violently. He woke up.
Chapter completed!