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grounded. If it weren't for my father-in-law's patriotism that keeps me busy, I think I could just live a lazy life like this until the end.The gentle tinkling of the wind chime at the gate, that was...Soon, my brother turned on the headlights of the car.

The little thief, whose head was swollen with bruises, loosened his arms that were shielding his face, revealing a pale purplish-black complexion. His eyes rolled upward in a strange and eerie way...

I was stunned -- wasn't this the yellow-haired guy who I saw at the bar entrance picking up a corpse that day! In the news, his two companions were both dead! Why is he fine!

"Be careful! This person is suspicious."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Jiang Qiyun pressed a finger to Huang Mao's forehead. Huang Mao twitched all over like he'd been electrocuted, then slowly collapsed to the ground.

I covered my mouth and cowered at the foot of the stairs, afraid to make a sound.

My brother checked it over and asked, "Is this a case of possession"

Jiang Qiyun's expression was somewhat solemn: "This is a secret Tibetan evil technique. The master invited by the Hou family must be an inheritor of evil techniques. Knowing that you have items from the Ghost Market here, he targeted your warehouse."

"Damn it, I wish I hadn't sold it in the first place. Now we're attracting all these flies!" My brother grumbled. "Hou Shaowen came by today asking about the octagonal glazed bronze pagoda again. It must be that Taoist priest behind this."

"That tower is used for soul refining. It seems the recent incidents of soul extraction are related to this wizard." Jiang Qiyun frowned.

After a mortal dies, their soul enters the underworld. This act of extracting souls is a serious violation of the laws of the Yin realm, and Jiang Qiyun cannot ignore it.

After much deliberation, my brother called Officer Lu and said: Regardless of whether you believe in ghosts or not, just bring that yellow-haired kid to me. Don't let him become a corpse in my house, it's just annoying to look at.

Jiang Qiyun looked up at me, walked over and pulled me back to the room, saying: "Be careful these days, stay away from all strangers."

I nodded, unconvinced. "But my brother is only half-hearted about this, and now my dad is in the hospital. Who knows if anything bad will happen..."

"With me here... give me your phone." He suddenly reached out for my phone.

I saw a cold light flash across his fingertips, a complex white rune stuck to my phone. Could this be a way to communicate with my phone

The psychic also said that if the phone doesn't have any paranormal powers, there will be no signal inside the barrier.

"Jiang Qiyun, do you want to get a smartphone too Sometimes when I encounter something and want to find you, I don't know how to contact you." I suggested to him.

He frowned and asked in an annoyed tone, “Where am I supposed to get a phone Did you burn mine”

This...

Want to burn it for you

It just dawned on me, that's why he always wears those old-fashioned Chinese style clothes! Aren't they the kind of paper clothes you burn during ceremonies

He was a ghost, he was a ghost… I couldn't help but shiver.

His clear voice continued, "Everything used in the underworld is sent by relatives from the mortal world. Some things cannot even be bought with spirit money, because they weren't burned for oneself."

"Well... then I'll make you one another day..." I said cautiously.

What should I buy him to burn One yinchai already used up his kidneys, his identity can't be too low...

Is it really worth spending thousands to buy a kidney just to burn it That's such a waste! Just thinking about it makes my kidneys ache.

"How could you be so stupid" He seemed to have seen through my thoughts, pinching my chin and pushing me onto the bed. "This kind of hand can burn Of course, you should buy the one that burns people! Go to sleep now!"

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Tantra masters are usually called "lamas". This school is considered heretical by orthodox Buddhist monks, and is viewed with contempt and suspicion by both monastic and lay practitioners.

Their most notorious evil practices include using the name of the Happy Buddha to carry out evil deeds, and also having Chinese ghosts possess people…

I was looking at the various rumors on my phone, and I felt a bit nervous. Could it be that these evil spirits have set their sights on our store

A message came on WeChat from my brother saying he got the phone number of "the Wizard" from Hou Shaowen and is asking Officer Lu to check the information.

"Xiao Qiao! Look." Song Wei opened a thermos. It was red-braised pork made by her mom, she insisted I try some, so we both had rice and sat in front of the supermarket eating slowly.

How is your brother

"Much better! Just need some more sun. By the way, when are you free Let's go see some houses, shall we My family is thinking of selling our land and buying a condo. Mom insisted I ask you to come along."

I shook my head and said, "I'm just a half-baked amateur. You should consult a master instead."

"Then ask your boyfriend, I think he's a master, no wonder he dresses so plainly... eh, is he also in the same line of work as you"

I don't want to discuss this topic, so I'll just make some casual remarks and steer the conversation in a different direction.

After school was over, Song Wei said she wanted to go house shopping. I thought to myself that I should buy a few sets of clothes for Jiang Qiyun and burn them down there, so he wouldn't always wear that old outfit.

That day, when I heard him say, "Did you burn something for me" and "It's all the worldly relatives who burned it down," I suddenly felt a little sorry for him.

Song Wei's shopping skills were simply the best in the world. After strolling through a mall and several apartment complexes, she was still full of energy.

"Miss, I can't walk anymore, it's dark outside!"

It was rush hour, the bus was packed like sardines, and there were no taxis available. Luckily, I managed to hail a Didi on the side of the road.

On the way, there was heavy traffic. Song Wei and I walked around for the whole afternoon and couldn't help but yawn endlessly. At some point, we both fell asleep...

》》》

I was suddenly awakened by a cold wind that gave me a shiver.

The car was parked in front of a dilapidated courtyard, its pale headlights illuminating the wall.

My scalp went numb with fright — wasn't that car just in the city center! How did it get here!

Song Wei was sleeping beside me, I swallowed nervously, where's the driver!

Suddenly, I saw a figure standing in front of the car's hood, it was that male driver!

I pushed open the door and got out of the car, asking, "What place is this! What do you want to do!"

The male driver's face was as white as a sheet, his speech stammering. His flesh twitched unnaturally twice before he managed to say, "Deliver... deliver you... back home... this... this is it..."

I was secretly astonished. Could it be that this person was possessed by a ghost

His limbs moved in a strange, jerky manner as he walked towards the small courtyard ahead.

I took out my phone, thankfully there was signal. I trembled as I sent my brother my location. My brother immediately replied: Your husband is gone, don't be afraid.

Phantom husband...

Seeing these three words in such a bizarre environment actually let me breathe a little easier.

Just as I was about to call back Song Wei, I saw the seat was empty! Song Wei was actually striding towards that small courtyard one step at a time!

"Song Wei!" I hurried over and grabbed her, her face looked a bit off, and she didn't even open her eyes!

I reached out and slapped her face hard, saying, "Song Wei, something's not right here. We can't go in—"

Song Wei took two slaps, slightly opened her eyelids, rubbed her eyes and said, "Huh, where is this... Oh! Be careful!"

She suddenly widened her eyes, pointing behind me and screaming in terror —ghosts lurking at the bottom of this river. Long Xiaoge can use these water ghosts to transport things back and forth. Every time I look at the dark, swirling black seaweed under the murky surface of...