Horror Recovery: I Became a Spiritual Instructor

After some conversation, Elder Tang learned the reason behind it, which made him gasp.

"Master Zhang, what should I do, you must save me!"

Elder Tang became a little anxious. He didn't believe in ghosts and gods at first, but following Zhang Yang in recent days, he encountered various strange things.

"Mr. Tang, don't worry! I am able to take the initiative to raise this question, so I will definitely not stand idly by!"

Zhang Yang didn't shirk, nor beat around the bush at all, but shouted quite bluntly.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yang asked Elder Tang to stretch out the palm of his right hand, and quickly swipe his index finger on his palm, as if writing some rather special characters or mysterious runes.

After finishing all this, Zhang Yang suddenly picked up a cup of hot tea next to him, and without any hesitation, directly poured it on Elder Tang's palm.

The pain came quickly, and Tang Lao instinctively wanted to retract his palm, but when he saw Zhang Yang's still extremely serious expression, he had to stop.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yang opened his mouth slightly and chanted some special spells.

After it lasted for about a minute, a pungent smell suddenly spread in the air, and it was completely washed away in an instant. At the same time, Zhang Yang breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"It's all right! I've completely eradicated the yin energy you got from being dragged away by the kid last time! Even if you encounter any ghostly things in the future, you won't feel dizzy anymore! "

At this time, Zhang Yang shouted quite calmly.

It seems that what he did just now was just a trivial matter.

For Mr. Tang, this was the first time he witnessed Zhang Yang displaying his skills at close range, and his admiration for Zhang Yang grew stronger in his heart.

"Master Zhang, thank you!"

Then Mr. Tang was not one of those people who could say flattering words. The thousand words in his heart turned into the most sincere and respectful words when he came to his mouth.

Hearing the words, Zhang Yang nodded slightly.

Instead, he wanted to figure out what to do next. After all, according to Elder Tang's request, the live broadcast in the crematorium had been successfully completed.

If there were no other special requirements, he might have to return to the original place.

"Master Zhang, don't worry, I will do my best to help you fight for it!"

Perhaps seeing Zhang Yang's doubts, Elder Tang shouted seriously, this was not any flattering words, but Elder Tang intended to use practical actions to repay Zhang Yang for saving his life.

That night, Zhang Yang and Elder Tang came to a residential building inside the crematorium. Due to Zhang Yang's special status, he was not allowed to leave the crematorium, so he could only sleep here overnight.

An old dormitory manager in the residential building led Zhang Yang upstairs.

After passing some old stairs and turning a few corners, the old dorm manager stopped in front of a room.

Looking at the room, Zhang Yang found that the couplets pasted on both sides of the door were quite tattered, as if someone had lived there for quite a long time.

"Young man, you can stay here tonight! I've ordered someone to clean the inside in advance according to Elder Tang's request! Don't look at the old and dirty outside, but the inside is very good!"

The old housekeeper rummaged to Zhang Yang while looking for the key.

Zhang Yang nodded slightly, not paying too much attention to it in his heart.

His eyes were fixed on the crack of the door. From the moment he came to this room, Zhang Yang felt that this room seemed different, as if it was releasing weirdness all the time.

The lock on the door seemed to be a bit old, and it took the old man in charge of the house to operate it for a while before it opened smoothly.

The old man didn't think too much, and planned to lead Zhang Yang in.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang behind him pulled him back.

"Ouch, boy, what are you doing?"

The old man was a little surprised and shouted in dissatisfaction.

After all, he was over half a hundred years old, and he would really feel dissatisfied when he was suddenly pulled from the back like this.

Zhang Yang didn't say anything, his eyes were still fixed on the room.

A second later, a smile appeared on Zhang Yang's face.

"Old man, I'm sorry! I thought this room had just been cleaned during the day, and the doors and windows were tightly closed. The smell of cleaning supplies inside may not have completely dissipated! Just now, I just walked in like this, and my nose hurts!"

Zhang Yang said some words of explanation, which completely resolved the misunderstanding.

However, the actual situation was not like this at all. What gushed out of the room just now was not the smell of cleaning products, but murderous and resentful.

If the person who opened the door was a young man, Zhang Yang would not care too much. After all, most young people are hot inside and full of masculinity.

The small amount of murderous intent and resentment had no effect on them at all.

However, for the elderly who are over half a century old, if they are charged with murderous or resentment, it is likely to become a turning point in their physical condition.

Many elderly people used to be in good health, and they would not get sick for many years. One day, they suddenly had a little cold, and their physical condition became worse and worse in the future.
Many people thought that the small cold was the ultimate culprit, but they probably didn't know it at all. It was the small amount of murderous intent and resentment that caused this small illness.

Turned on the light in the room to brighten the indoor environment. After some observations, Zhang Yang concluded that this small house was probably occupied by a little ghost in the past and became its exclusive night residence.

"Old man, I will stay here tonight! You go back and be careful!"

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Yang didn't want to disturb the other party for too long, so he simply issued an order to evict the guest.

At night, Zhang Yang was still sleeping soundly, but a gust of chilly wind suddenly poured in from the outside, blowing fiercely towards Zhang Yang.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang seemed to have noticed it a long time ago. When he lightly tapped the energy ring with his right hand, a golden light suddenly appeared.

In the next second, the cold wind that could pierce the flesh no longer existed.

The morning sun shone on Zhang Yang's face, he opened his eyes hazily, and stretched himself quite comfortably.

Picking up the phone habitually, he found that Elder Tang sent him a message at three o'clock in the morning, which mentioned one thing.

A hospital three kilometers away from the crematorium encountered a strange thing. At two o'clock in the morning, the lighting system of the hospital would completely fail. recover by itself.