Grandpa

Shao Yun went to hold the gaiwan, and used the tea lid to stir the tea soup until the color of the tea in the bowl was uniform. Finally, he put the tea lid obliquely on the tea cup, leaving a gap, pressed the lid button, and took a sip.

The room was silent.The setting sun shines into the meditation room through the bodhi tree outside the glass window, and casts spots of light on the corner of the wall.

Peng Yuwen lay on the ground, dazed, like a clay sculpture.When he finally recovered from Changhe Taoist's unhesitating kick just now, his face changed suddenly, from blue to white.

He stared at the empty door, clenched his hands tightly, his chest heaved violently, his teeth clucked, his nerves that had been tense for two consecutive days suddenly broke, and he yelled: "What shit! Changhe Daochang, if my father hadn’t pulled you out of the pigsty back then, would you have had a prosperous life like this? Is this how you treated your savior? That leg? A wolf-hearted thing..."

When he was tired of cursing, he panted heavily, his nostrils flared, and the wings of his nostrils fluttered.He rubbed his chest and got up from the ground.In a blink of an eye, he saw Shao Yunqu who was expressionless on the bed.

There was a coaxing sound in his ears, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something.He was only focused on getting angry just now, but he didn't remember that there were other people in the meditation room.

His eyes were full of embarrassment, like a suddenly deflated balloon, he turned around embarrassingly, and was about to chase after Changhe Road Chief.Cursing is scolding, but the three of them still have to rely on Changhe Taoist chief to save their lives.

He had just stepped out of the threshold of the meditation room with one foot, and then he remembered that before he left, Taoist Changhe seemed to have asked the young man just now to save him.

He stared, his face twisted violently, trying desperately to recall the scene just now.After a while, he bravely took back the step he had taken, turned around, not daring to look at Shao Yun who was on the couch, and murmured, "Young master, young master?"

This timid look made the situation stronger than people, and the sentence that he had to bow his head was vividly interpreted.

Shao Yunqu's eyes fell on Peng Yuwen's face, he only saw that he had a towering sky, a round earth pavilion, white and large teeth, and a mouth like a bow.

It's a pity that he has no color on his face, but his brows are thick. He is arrogant and complacent. He is doomed to be poor in his later years, poor in food and clothing, and never has a wife.If there is, it must be a waste of hard work at the end, and it should be regarded as a low profile.

Shao Yun went to put the teacup on the wooden desk on the bed with a bang, and hit Peng Yuwen's heart with a thud, causing him to tremble violently.

Now that the matter has been taken down, he can't ignore it no matter what.

He said calmly, "Tell me, what happened in your family?"

Hearing this, Peng Yuwen's eyes lit up, and he walked up to Shao Yun in two or three steps, ignoring what happened before, thinking of what happened last night, his face turned pale, he shook his hands, and said tremblingly: "There is a ghost, there is a ghost who wants to kill me..."

Peng Yuwen is 35 years old this year. He is the manager of the public relations department of a listed company. His annual salary is more than one million.

The night before yesterday, he had finished dinner with the client, probably because he drank too much alcohol, he was in a daze, and fell asleep not long after lying on the bed.

I don't know how long it took, but Peng Yuwen felt a little cold in a daze.He called his wife Xu Mei's name twice, trying to ask her to turn up the temperature of the air conditioner, but there was no response.

He had no choice but to push his wife. The moment he touched her arm, Peng Yuwen felt as if he had touched an ice cube.Before he subconsciously retracted his hand, his hand was tightly grasped by his wife's hand, which trembled uncontrollably while pinching.

He opened his eyes in a trance, turned his head to look in the direction of his wife, and only vaguely saw a person sitting on his wife.

When he turned his head around and stared again, his wife's hands stopped shaking. There was no one on her.

The next moment, the biting cold disappeared.

Now that it wasn't cold anymore, he didn't bother to think about anything else, so he simply closed his eyes and fell back into a deep sleep.

This sleep came the next morning. Peng Yuwen slowly opened his eyes, and the familiar lamps on the ceiling came into view.

He shook his head and finally woke up. He struggled to half sit up, and was thinking about getting up from the bed when his wrist suddenly hurt.

He looked up and saw that his wrist was completely green, and he remembered what happened last night.

Wasn't it a dream?

His memory stopped at the figure who straddled his wife Xu Mei last night, and the next moment, his face turned green.

He subconsciously thought that this was Xu Mei stealing someone behind his back, and she was having fun.

Thinking of being betrayed by a woman again, he threw off the quilt angrily, rushed over and grabbed Xu Mei's neck.

When the anger in his chest finally subsided, he realized that Xu Mei hadn't resisted from the beginning to the end, especially the palm under his hand was hard and cold.

He backed away in panic, until he fell off the bed with a plop, hitting the back of his head hard on the bedside table.

Peng Yuwen lay on the ground and wailed for a long time. When he came back to his senses, his hands and feet finally stopped being weak. He climbed onto the bed with trembling hands, and only then did he see Xu Mei's appearance clearly.

Her pupils burst out, her eyelids were bloodstained, her lips were purple, and there was a bright pinch mark on her neck, it was clear that she was dead and couldn't die anymore.

He subconsciously clamped his legs, and his crotch was wet.

Xu Mei died before he pinched her. Realizing this, Peng Yuwen frantically took out his cell phone and called the police.

The police came and cordoned off the scene.Peng Yuwen's house did not install a camera on purpose. The police retrieved the surveillance video of the villa area and found no suspicious persons.

After a busy day, there was no progress in the case, only the conclusion that Xu Mei was strangled to death.

Fortunately, the police found another pinch mark with a darker color and smaller palm area on Xu Mei's neck, which cleared Peng Yuwen's suspicion.

Peng Yuwen panicked inexplicably. He didn't dare to live in the villa at home. When he came out of the police station, he took his wife and son under the age of two to live in a hotel near the villa area.

Then it happened again that night.

At the end of the day, although Peng Yuwen was physically and mentally exhausted, he lay on the bed but couldn't fall asleep, because he knew that the reason why Xu Mei grabbed his hand last night was to ask him for help, but he fell asleep because he was drunk.

Xu Mei's death cannot be absolved of his responsibility.

He was the one who failed Xu Mei.

Just as he was lying on the bed and thinking wildly, the fluorescent light on the ceiling suddenly went out.

what happened?

His heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to touch the switch at the head of the bed, but found that he was so weak that he couldn't even lift his hands.

At this moment, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped to freezing point.

At the moment he is not drunk, his head is very clear, his tongue is stiff, a gust of wind blows towards his face, and the air in front of him suddenly twists.

His eyes widened, and a pitch-black figure appeared out of nowhere, sitting astride him, but he couldn't feel even half the weight.

Peng Yuwen's pupils dilated, and he hissed, "Who are you and what are you going to do?"

As soon as the words fell, two hands slowly stretched out towards him, wrapped around his neck, and tightened suddenly.

The figure on his body also slowly approached, and Peng Yuwen finally saw its true face clearly.

This is an old man in his seventies or eighties, with a purple face as rough as a piece of old pine bark, his eyes are dull, and his arms are covered with blood vessels like earthworms. He screamed He said: "Come one by one, none of your Peng family will try to run away."

As he spoke, his hands suddenly tightened.

"No..." Peng Yuwen wanted to struggle, but he couldn't lift up any strength in his whole body. He grabbed the bed sheet and quietly felt the loss of life.

He finally knew how Xu Mei died.

Just when he was about to despair, the jade pendant hanging around his neck suddenly burst out with a bright light.

A sharp and ear-piercing scream came, and Peng Yuwen's vision blurred, and he felt his neck loosen, and then passed out.

When Peng Yuwen opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning, and he was woken up by a hasty knock on the door.

He stared at the snow-white ceiling, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, it turned out he was dreaming.

"Bang bang bang—Yu Wen, are you in there?"

Hearing Peng's mother's voice, Peng Yuwen responded immediately: "Here."

Peng Yuwen didn't realize how hoarse his voice was. He hurriedly dressed and opened the door.

Seeing Peng Yuwen, Peng's mother's hanging heart was finally relieved. She couldn't help complaining: "I've been knocking on the door for a long time. Why are you only opening the door now? I almost called the police."

As she spoke, she walked into the room with her little grandson in her arms: "I'm really not at ease in my heart. I always feel that Meizi's death is not simple, it doesn't look like someone did it..."

She sat on the bed, looked back at Peng Yuwen, and suddenly exclaimed: "What's the matter with your neck?"

"What?" Peng Yuwen reached out to touch his neck, and a piercing pain rushed from his fingers to the cerebral cortex.

His complexion turned pale, and all the muscles and bones in his body were twitching. He suddenly turned and ran to the bathroom, kicked open the small door of the bathroom, and stood in front of the mirror.

The neck was purple and black, and the finger marks and phalanxes were distinct, exactly the same as the one on Xu Mei's neck.

He frantically pulled out the jade pendant given to him by Taoist Changhe hanging from his neck, and there was nothing under the rope.He reached out and touched his chest, the gray-white jade shavings in his hand.

He looked at himself in the mirror, his face was pale, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and goose bumps formed all over his body.

Frightened, he thought of Changhe Daochang.

……

When the memory ended here, Peng Yuwen felt lingering fear, every part of his body was trembling, and he trembled: "I remember, the old man said that no one in our Peng family should try to run away, he is trying to kill my whole family, young master , Young Master, you must save me, you must save me, I kowtow to you."

As he said, he bent his legs and was about to kneel down for Shao Yun.

Shao Yun glanced at him: "Okay, since I promised Changhe Taoist priest, I will never break my promise."

Hearing him talk about Changhe Taoist, Peng Yuwen remembered that he had heard him scolding Changhe Taoist just now, and immediately smiled awkwardly, neither standing with his legs bent nor kneeling.

Shao Yun put down the teacup in his hand, stood up, "Let's go!"

Peng Yuwen asked subconsciously, "Where are you going?"

"Go and see your house."

Puji Temple is not far from Peng Yuwen's house, but only about forty minutes away.

Peng Yuwen took out the key and opened the door of the villa: "The room where my wife and I live has been sealed off by the police, and no one else is allowed to enter or leave."

"It's okay." Shao Yun went to follow him into the villa, and there was a dead air in the air, he asked, "Can I look around?"

"Yes." Peng Yuwen agreed repeatedly.

Shao Yun followed the dead air into the kitchen, lowered his head and found a small jar of ginseng powder from the closet, then unscrewed the bottle cap, picked out a handful of off-white powder with his fingernails, and put it under the light to illuminate it.

Only then did he look at the confused Peng Yuwen: "Where did this bottle of ginseng powder come from?"

Without thinking about other things, Peng Yuwen quickly said, "That's right, isn't my mother in her sixties? She's a little high. The doctor prescribed this ginseng powder."

Shao Yun went to turn on the faucet, and carefully rinsed off the powder in the crevices of the nails: "Has your whole family eaten it?"

Peng Yuwen nodded, his uneasy heart was pounding, "Yes, my mother doesn't like to drink it directly, she usually uses it to stew chicken soup. No, it's nutritious anyway, and our family also ate it .”

He immediately asked: "Master, is it, is there something wrong with this ginseng powder?"

Shao Yun nodded.

Peng Yuwen opened his mouth: "Impossible, our family has been eating this brand of ginseng powder for five or six years, and we always get it from acquaintances."

Not to mention that even if there was something wrong with the ginseng powder, what could it have to do with ghosts?

Shao Yun chuckled, threw the bottle to Peng Yuwen, and said, "This ginseng powder is indeed genuine, but there are some other things in it."

"What." Peng Yuwen's breathing became heavier.

Shao Yun said lightly, "It's just ashes."

Peng Yuwen's mind went blank, and he felt his stomach churning.Just three days ago, their family just drank ginseng powder stewed chicken soup.

He clutched his stomach and rushed straight to the toilet.

The sound of retching for seven or eight minutes finally subsided. Peng Yuwen's face was as pale as a piece of paper, and he walked out of the toilet with limp legs. He took out his cell phone and called his so-called acquaintance. He lowered his voice. He roared angrily, "Zhao Kong, tell me the truth, where did the ginseng powder you gave me come from?"

"What did you say?" A slightly panicked voice came from the phone, but he immediately reacted, pretending to be puzzled and said, "Why, is there something wrong with that ginseng powder? Impossible, this is the best ginseng on the market Powdered..."

Peng Yuwen directly interrupted Zhao Kong's sophistry: "Zhao Kong, I have been in the same class for three years in high school and four years in the same dormitory in college. I have always regarded you as my brother. Is this how you treat me? Zhao Kong, Xu Mei is dead... "

"How is it possible?" There was an exclamation from the other end of the phone.

Peng Yuwen said bitterly: "Aren't you still willing to tell the truth?"

After a long silence, Zhao Kong finally said: "It's Song Yan, she gave me 100 million, and asked me to deliver that bottle of ginseng powder to you. As you know, my son is sick and his kidneys are failing. Studying abroad has already exhausted my savings, and I can't help it..."

Peng Yuwen hung up the phone directly, and then kicked down the stool in front of him.

"Who is Song Yan?" Shao Yun asked.

Peng Yuwen gritted his teeth and said, "My ex-wife."

According to Peng Yuwen, Song Yan and him were college classmates. They were beautiful, had a good family background, were very popular in school, and their suitors were like fish in a river.

Peng Yuwen had a crush on her for five years at the beginning, when her ex-boyfriend cheated on her, Peng Yuwen took the opportunity to sneak in, asking her about her health, being extremely considerate, and finally embraced the beauty.

After getting married, Peng Yuwen switched jobs and went to work in a company where Song Yan's father had a shareholding. Relying on the connections of Changhe Daochang, he worked his way to the current position of manager of the public relations department. The company provided a car, and he himself bought it in full Villa, life can be considered affluent, at least more than below.

But Song Yan didn't think so. On the contrary, she thought that Peng Yuwen didn't want to make progress, and she lost face, so she had to say a few words to him from time to time.

At first, Peng Yuwen was understanding. The reason why Song Yan complained so much was because her ex-boyfriend graduated with a Ph.D. He started a company when he was in college. As soon as he graduated with a Ph.D., the company went public.All of a sudden, Peng Yuwen was turned into a scumbag.Even with Song Yan's classmate reunion and so on, he was ridiculed openly and secretly by people who didn't deal with it.

It's okay to hear such words once or twice, but Song Yan couldn't stand Song Yan's frequent complaints, Peng Yuwen felt uncomfortable, Wei's mother couldn't see it, and the family relationship suddenly became tense.

It was at this time that Song Yan was pregnant. Peng Yuwen had been looking forward to this child for seven years, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard the news. He followed Peng's mother's advice and found a full-time nanny from the housekeeping company.

Unexpectedly, Song Yan, who was pregnant with a child, became even more irritable.Peng Yuwen happened to be very busy during that time, going out to socialize frequently for three days, and often coming back in the middle of the night drunk.It all depends on the considerate care of the nanny Xu Mei. They come and go, and the two get close to each other a lot.

But in Song Yan's eyes, it was clear that Peng Yuwen and Xu Mei were flirting and colluding.

The two had a big fight, and the relationship between husband and wife suddenly dropped to a freezing point.In a fit of rage, he simply lived outside.

Song Yan couldn't get enough of her anger, so she changed her way to torture Xu Mei and vent her anger on her.

Peng Yuwen couldn't help but feel a little tired. At this moment, Wei's mother called him back and showed him a group of photos on the phone.

Inside, Song Yan and her ex-boyfriend are hugging each other, looking very intimate.The location is a famous couple restaurant in Ding City.

Peng Yuwen was dumbfounded.

Then Mother Wei said, I am worried about whether the child in Song Yan's stomach is really yours. I remember that when she was pregnant with the child, you were out socializing every day, saying that you drank too much Spermicide...

Peng Yuwen was in a daze, and he rushed to Song Yan to question him. Song Yan refused to admit it at first, but when he took out the photo, Song Yan changed his tone and cursed directly.

His eyes turned red and he filed for divorce.

Song Yan agreed without hesitation.

After they divorced, Song Yan's parents passed away one after another, and she inherited the inheritance and became the new shareholder of the company.If he hadn't had the backing of Changhe Daochang, and the company had to rely on him to negotiate projects, he might have been kicked out by the company long ago.

He could ignore the usual troubles, but he didn't expect that Song Yan wanted to kill his whole family.

He stepped on the brake, and the car stopped steadily at the gate of a villa area.

Before he came, he called the police, and the police cleared the way, so he saw Song Yan easily.