Mr. Feng Shui of the Republic of China

Xia Jingsheng frowned, he held Sun Qiman by his arm, and slowly breathed for him with one hand: "Dad, what happened just now?"

Sun Qiman was still in shock, and said in a trembling voice: "I was thirsty at noon, and I asked Sun Ping to pour me water. Two flight attendants came in and said something in my ear, and I lost consciousness. I don't know what night..."

Hearing what the old man said, all the flight attendants in the car stared wide-eyed, not daring to breathe.

This is the old owner of Baohui Bank, who dares to offend easily.

Xia Jingsheng glanced at the flight attendants, and said softly, "Dad, do you still remember the looks of those two people?"

Sun Qiman shook his head and said, "I'm old and I can't see clearly. I just remember one of them with his collar turned up very high and a hat covering his face."

Sun Qiman's words reminded Xia Jingsheng of those two flight attendants passing by.

He turned around to search, but when he looked row after row, there was no sign of those two people at all.

When Xia Jingsheng described the appearance of the two flight attendants to the conductor, he received a more definite answer: "There are no such two flight attendants on this train..."

Just at this time, there was a sudden cry in the bathroom of the carriage.

A woman shouted in panic: "This door, this door can't be opened, Xiaobao is still inside, Xiaobao!"

Xia Jingsheng hurried over and pushed the door open.

The door was locked from the inside, and the cries of children kept coming.

"Only the child inside?" Xia Jingsheng asked the woman.

The woman nodded with tears in her eyes.

Xia Jingsheng pasted the talisman paper on the door and shouted - "Open".

The door of the bathroom was broken open, and Xia Jingsheng saw two flight attendants in uniform standing inside.

"What are you doing?!" Xia Jingsheng shouted.

The two turned their heads, and there were empty eye sockets under the brim of their hats.

"You...can you see us?!" The flight attendant opened and closed his mouth, with sharp fangs inside, forced a ferocious smile.

Xia Jingsheng glanced at the frightened child, picked up the child with one hand, and pulled out the long whip around his waist with the other.

I thought the two monsters would just retreat, but one of them took out a tambourine.

Xia Jingsheng recognized that it was a magic weapon of the Northland shaman.

"Are you a shaman?!" Xia Jingsheng frowned.

Shamans enjoy a high reputation in spiritism, and shamans with high cultivation can communicate with yin and yang. Because of this, most of them will not do evil.

But the two guys in front of them are obviously not good people.

If they really have the spiritual power of shamans, they must be difficult to deal with.

Just as he was thinking, the monster was already beating the tambourine.

The drumheads seem to be made of sheepskin, and the sound sounds very pervasive.

Before Xia Jingsheng could move, a strong resentment suddenly hit him.

Xia Jingsheng hurriedly protected the child behind his back and covered his chest with the whip, enduring this powerful blow.

wrong!Ordinary instruments shouldn't have such power.

Xia Jingsheng stared at the gray drum, and said in a deep voice, "It's human skin."

The drum head is made of human skin, and it gathers the resentment of all the people who died tragically, which is extremely powerful.

Xia Jingsheng was always very sure about subduing demons and expelling ghosts, but this time he felt flustered for no reason.

He no longer hides his clumsiness, letting the spirit snake show its real body.

The spirit snake rushed towards the monster and bit its neck.

With a "click", the monster's neck was bitten off.

But the chubby head was still hanging on the neck, precarious.The head was half hung, and the body was still able to move. The scene was once very strange.

The rhythm of the monster beating the tambourine became faster and faster, and the spirit snake was extremely restless in the sound of the drum.

It kept biting, showing its fangs, but the monster's neck seemed to be rooted, no matter how hard it bit, the head and torso were still stuck together.

Behind him is the helpless cry of a child, and in front of him is growing resentment.

Xia Jingsheng frowned, he handed the child over to Sun Wenxi, and concentrated on dealing with the monster.

He took out a lightning-inducing talisman from his waist, cut his fingertips and dripped blood on the talisman paper.

A golden light flashed on the talisman paper, and then, thunder rumbled from outside the carriage.

At the same time, the monster also launched a fierce attack on Xia Jingsheng. The human skin tambourine was like a mirror, with terrifying human faces flashing on the drum surface.

It's all the grievances of the people who were killed.

The spirit snake gradually couldn't resist the biting resentment, and it seemed to lose the wind.

Xia Jingsheng was about to increase his strength by [-]%, but suddenly his chest hurt.

The pain seemed to be rooted in his sea of ​​consciousness, making him dizzy at such a critical moment.

It was just a few seconds of error that allowed the monster to succeed.

The resentment hit Xia Jingsheng's chest directly, and Xia Jingsheng swayed after hearing a muffled groan.

"Jing Sheng!" Sun Wenxi hurried forward, "How are you doing?!"

Xia Jingsheng's chest was in severe pain, and the resentment was constantly surging in his chest, and the desperate cries of all kinds of people who died unjustly could be heard in his ears.

Xia Jingsheng frowned into the word "Chuan". He tried his best to suppress the violence in his body, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's nothing. You take the child and leave first."

Sun Wenxi heard an ominous omen from the words, he handed over the child to someone else, and held Xia Jingsheng's hand firmly.

"I won't leave, we are lovers, and we will handle things together."

Seeing the monster approaching step by step, Xia Jingsheng's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he subconsciously stood in front of Sun Wenxi.

Seeing this, the monster wanted to repeat the old trick.

But when that resentment met Sun Wenxi, it was as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying. Not only did he not dare to get close, he even ran away screaming.

Xia Jingsheng heaved a sigh of relief.

Sun Wenxi is worthy of being a born lucky star, the more extremely evil the thing is, the more he will be avoided.

The monster also discovered Sun Wenxi's ability, so it turned to Xia Jingsheng again.

This time, Sun Wenxi stood firmly in front of Xia Jingsheng.

During the stalemate, the lightning-inducing talisman took effect, dazzling lightning flashed across, and a thunderbolt hit the monster's body.

The monster roared and fell to the ground.

Xia Jingsheng heaved a sigh of relief, his tightly clenched hands loosened, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his lips.

Sun Wenxi hurriedly supported him: "Jing Sheng!"

Xia Jingsheng covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed lightly, the face of the handkerchief was covered with black and red blood.

"How could this be?" Sun Wenxi felt extremely distressed, and wished he could bear this pain for Xia Jingsheng.

Xia Jingsheng was even more puzzled. Originally, he had a chance of winning against the monster, but at the critical moment, he suffered from heart palpitations and dizziness, which made him lose his chance.

"Don't worry, my injury is fine." Xia Jingsheng thought carefully, "Maybe I'm too tired today."

As soon as Xia Jingsheng said it, Sun Wenxi thought of what the two of them did in the private room. He only thought that he had gone too far, which caused his lover to be injured.

Xia Jingsheng stopped his flattery, and stepped forward to inspect the monster's body.

I saw that monster's body turned into a pile of dry bones, without a trace of vitality.

The onlookers covered their mouths and noses one after another, with horror and disgust on their faces.

"Has there been an accident on this train?" Xia Jingsheng asked the conductor.

"Sir, to tell you the truth, there will be an accident with an old man or a child every now and then on this train. Either the old man died in his sleep, or the child drowned in the sink and was already dead when he was found." Up to now, the conductor of the train did not dare to hide it anymore.

The train conductor once reported such a strange incident to his superiors, but the reply he got was to keep quiet so as not to cause panic among the masses.

The superior specially invited someone to do something on the train,

But it’s useless, there will still be old people or children passing away every now and then, and even the flight attendants on the bus are no longer surprised by this.

If the safety of the owner of Baohui Bank was not involved this time, I am afraid they would just stand on the sidelines.

Xia Jingsheng thought for a while, and then ordered: "When you get to the place, call the police."

After the monster died, Sun Qiman's face gradually returned to normal. Xia Jingsheng looked again, and the black face was gone, and the lost life was restored.

Xia Jingsheng let go of the heart he was carrying, but his chest pain became more and more serious, and he was sickly and unable to lift his spirits.

The train went on for another day and night, and finally arrived in Beidi.

Xia Jingsheng was wrapped tightly by Sun Wenxi's coat with three inner and outer layers, covering even his face, leaving only a pair of dark eyes.

Xia Jingsheng thought he was making a fuss out of a molehill, but when he got out of the station and was blown by the biting cold wind, he understood Sun Wenxi's good intentions.

Sun Wenxi is used to it. When he was in Jiangcheng, his accent would unconsciously imitate Nanyin, but now he speaks pure Beidi dialect.

The servant stationed in the old house heard that they were coming, and drove to the station overnight.

Seeing Sun Wenxi, the old servant called hoarsely: "Master, young master!"

Sun Wenxi introduced: "This is the old housekeeper, Sun Xiang."

Sun Xiang is old, but he is in good spirits, with shrewdness in his eyes.

He looked at Xia Jingsheng carefully, and said cheerfully, "This is Young Master Xia, it's cold outside, hurry up and get in the car."

The car blocked the cold wind outside, Xia Jingsheng took off his scarf, covered his mouth with his hands and coughed twice.

Sun Wenxi heard it clearly, and said with concern: "Jing Sheng, your body..."

"It's okay, just take care of it for two days." Xia Jingsheng smiled.

Sun Xiang raised his hand and closed the car window tightly: "The winter in the north is hard, and it's common to be uncomfortable. Master Xia is weak, which is very similar to Master Fu."

"Young Master Fu?" Xia Jingsheng didn't realize it for a while, "Who is Young Master Fu?"

"Look at my brain, Young Master Fu is the young master of the young master. He grew up with the young master since he was a child. We will see him someday."

When Sun Xiang said this, Xia Jingsheng did have an impression. The young master Fu that Sun Xiang was talking about was the Fu Feng who had always admired Sun Wenxi.

Xia Jingsheng raised his hand and pinched Sun Wenxi's waist: "It's really a fate."

"Oh, it hurts! It hurts! Jing Sheng, pinch it lightly. I swear to God, I have no personal relationship with him. If you violate this oath, I will be struck by lightning." Sun Wenxi held up three fingers, With a serious face.

Sun Xiang listened to Sun Wenxi's swearing in surprise, but Sun Qiman smiled and looked familiar.