"I can't explain clearly. It happened in the middle of the night last night..."
The three of them talked while walking. At 3:30 in the morning, Haiyang heard violent noises and screams coming from his parents' room.
He ran over quickly, but when he opened the door, he was dumbfounded. His father was holding a sharp knife and wanted to kill his mother.
He immediately went up to stop him, but his father seemed to be crazy and couldn't hear a word he said, and he also let out waves of intrusive roars.
After a lot of effort, he and his mother managed to tie his father to the bed with a rope.
But his father kept struggling, cursing all kinds of ugly words, as if he was mentally disturbed.
Haiyang's face turned pale and he said, "Brother Feng, I work in funerals, and I know a lot about it. When I look at this state, it's probably because I've provoked that unclean thing."
"Don't worry, let's take a look first."
When Haiyang returned home, his mother was restless.
Xiao Feng looked around and said coldly: "Auntie, your family has a lot of resentment."
"Ah? Resentment?"
His mother said with a sad face: "Oh! I told you a long time ago, don't do this dead business."
"You two just didn't listen. It's better now. Are you in trouble? How can we deal with this?"
Xiao Feng comforted him: "Auntie, don't worry, take me to see Uncle Hai."
Several people came upstairs and could hear the whirring coming from inside through the door.
It's not a sound like snoring, but a low roar like a beast, which makes people's scalp numb when they hear it.
"Hai Yang, come in with me."
The two of them entered the house, and Xiao Feng closed the door again.
Haiyang's father was tied to the bed with his arms stretched out. The veins on his face were bulging and the whites of his eyes were severely bloodshot. He looked extremely oozing.
"Let me go, it's your ancestor's fault..."
"Little beast, I'm going to kill you..."
His father stared at the two of them and cursed loudly, his body still struggling.
"Brother Feng, is my dad possessed by a ghost?" Haiyang asked hurriedly.
"no!"
Xiao Feng shook his head and said: "He was just disturbed by evil spirits, commonly known as... losing his mind and going crazy."
He sat directly on the edge of the bed, stepped forward with his left hand and held the man's head.
The green dragon on his arm began to flash, and the man yelled at first, but gradually calmed down after half a minute.
Haiyang was suddenly startled. He saw with his own eyes that a small cloud of black air quickly floated out from his father's body and finally disappeared.
"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, I see black energy."
Normal people can't see it. Haiyang has been dealing with dead people all year round and has a special physique.
"It's okay for now!"
Xiao Feng stood up and asked, "Is there anything weird about your father? This evil spirit followed him in."
"No, my dad doesn't have anything with him either."
"No, there must be, just think about it."
"oops!"
Haiyang asked in surprise: "My dad brought back a porcelain vase from outside last month. Could it have anything to do with this?"
"Porcelain vase? Take me to see it."
The two came to the study room, and when Xiao Feng saw the porcelain vase placed on the bookshelf, he had an idea and his idea was verified.
"This is it."
He smashed the vase directly, and sure enough there were two yellow paper figures and a small sachet inside.
After the sachet was opened, it also contained hair, nails, and an evil ghost sign.
The names and birth dates of the people were still written on the backs of the paper figures. One was Haiyang's father, and the other was Wu Qingfeng.
If Yun Fei's father is also included, and the horoscopes of the three of them are exactly the same, with the lives of both of them, Wu Qingfeng can live longer, probably about twenty years longer.
"What are these?"
Seeing the name behind the paper man, Haiyang felt a chill on his back.
"The life-sustaining technique, one of the southern evil arts..."
Xiao Feng explained briefly and then asked: "Did your father find Wu Qingfeng?"
Haiyang thought for a while: "It seems that because we are in the funeral business, my dad also believes in these things."
"Some time ago, he always said that he had bad luck, and that he had been unlucky recently and needed to find someone to tell his fortune."
"Yeah! That's right."
Xiao Feng understood immediately after thinking about it that Wu Qingfeng must be secretly looking for a suitable person to extend his life in the name of fortune telling.
"Burn all these things and let your father have a good rest."
"He's fine for the time being. I'll prescribe him some medicine first. If he doesn't get better after seven days, I'll give him acupuncture again."
Before leaving, Xiao Feng used the yellow talisman to ward off the evil spirits, and kept the spirit tablet for later processing.
"Brother Feng, thank you so much."
Haiyang sent the two of them to the door and held Xiao Feng's hand tightly.
"Don't be so polite, we are friends."
Xiao Feng smiled and patted his arm.
"Brother Feng, walk slowly."
Haiyang looked at Yun Fei's back and thought in his mind, it seems that the two of them have a very close relationship.
Xiao Feng and Yun Fei took a taxi to the antique market again. He asked Yun Fei to stay where he was and planned to go alone.
"wait me back."
Xiao Feng explained and walked away.
This antique market is very big. Han Dongping likes to go here when he has nothing to do, always wanting to buy some treasures to take home.
Antiques are sold in the front of the market, and jade carvings are sold in the middle. There is a street on the left at the back, which the locals call this fortune-telling street.
Feng shui, fortune-telling, fortune-telling, and fortune-telling are all covered. There are capable people here, and of course there are magic sticks.
As soon as Xiao Feng came in, people immediately came up to tell him a fortune, but they were all sent away by him.
Along this street, he saw an eye-catching plaque with three large golden characters engraved on it, 'Juxian Hall'.
This is it, Xiao Feng pretended to have a sad look on his face, opened the door and went in.