Master of Metaphysics

Song Cheng's home.

Song Cheng was stripped of his clothes and tied to a chair, with a cloth ball stuffed in his mouth, which was specially wrapped with tape to prevent him from spitting out the cloth ball.His chest was painted with strange red patterns that continued into his white boxers.

The pale old lady Song worried about the old man with the mustache who had just put away the brush: "This, can this work? If that little bastard comes to the door, we won't die, right?"

The mustache mouse narrowed his eyes, and said disdainfully: "Don't worry, I, the real Hu, have never been afraid of anyone. You go and ask, is there anyone in this area who doesn't know my name, the real Hu?"

"However, my grandson was killed by him with just one word. Is it really all right?" Mrs. Song wiped her tears when she remembered this incident, and sat down on the arm of the sofa with some grief.

"Okay, I'll make sure that kid can't touch you guys! If it doesn't work, I can still go to my master, who is our Baiyun temple's enshrined." Old lady Chen couldn't see it, she rolled her eyes, this How old is it to be so feudal and superstitious, and you really believe that someone can kill someone with a word. If this is the case, that person will come back to earn this small broken house?He has made a fortune a long time ago, well, his master can buy a house in the city center by relying on the name of Baiyun Temple, and he can pay off the loan after a year. This is still less than two years' harvest.

Thinking of this, Mustache cheered up. Sooner or later, he will be able to buy a house in the city center!

Song Cheng looked at the old man and rolled his eyes, feeling a little helpless. He received a call from Mrs. Song today, saying that she wanted him to come back to discuss the funeral of Song Lijuan's son.

Although Song Cheng felt it was strange, but thinking that it was his mother after all, he couldn't really let it go, so he went out anyway.The two made an appointment to meet here, but he was caught and tied to a chair as soon as he entered the door. He didn't realize until Bai stripped off his clothes. Mrs. Song thought that Rong Zhen knew sorcery, which not only killed Song Lijuan Her son, even confused him, the purpose is to get rid of his property.

Xiao Huzi said that he was under a Gu, and drew a messy pattern on his body with cinnabar, saying that it could suppress the Gu in his body, and after drinking the talisman water for a few days, he would be able to return to normal.

The old lady Song's face softened, and she said to Song Cheng who was tied up: "Son, mom is doing it for your own good, that kid is really evil, follow him, don't even know how he died. Wait for the master to take your body If the Gu in the house is expelled, let's go see a doctor, if you really want to sell the house, then sell it, mom has no objection!"

When Song Cheng sells the house, he will definitely give her pension money, and he doesn't want to see a doctor, so maybe the money is all hers!

The old lady was very good at calculating, but Song Cheng felt a little uncomfortable. His mother, in order to dig out some value from herself, was really crazy.But then he laughed at himself, after so many years, aren't he used to it?

Song Cheng's phone was vibrating in his pocket, but the three of them had their own thoughts and didn't notice.

Xiao Huzi took out a dozen talisman papers from the bag where he had drawn the gossip, picked out a piece of paper deftly with a small wooden sword, then bent his legs, squatted in a horse stance, closed his eyes and shook his head, while chanting words, the talisman The paper was on the tip of the mahogany sword, and suddenly it ignited spontaneously. Mustache opened his eyes, and seeing Mrs. Song's surprised and awed expression from the corner of his eyes, he smiled triumphantly and threw the talisman paper into a small bowl.

When the talisman paper was completely burned, Xiao Huzi took out a cup he brought and poured some water into the bowl.

After mixing the talisman ash evenly, Mustache said to the old lady, "Feed it to him. This is boy urine that has been exposed to the sun for 49 days. It is specially used to deal with this evil thing."

"Hey!" The old lady quickly took it, and said to Song Cheng, "Even if Mom begs you, you can drink this!" Then she tore off the tape and took the cloth ball from Song Cheng's mouth.

Song Cheng looked at the black thing in the bowl brought to his mouth, smelled the strong smell of urine, and retched non-stop.

Mustache tutted twice: "That's the right reaction, the Gu worms in his body are very sensitive to this kind of thing, hurry up and pour him down."

The old lady was cruel, pinched Song Cheng's cheeks, and brought the bowl to his mouth.

Song Cheng struggled desperately, seeing that the edge of the bowl was close to his lips, suddenly, there was a bang at the door, and the anti-theft door and the wooden door inside slammed down hard on the ground.

The old lady shook her hand in fright, and the bowl fell to the ground.

Rong Zhenwei walked in panting, and when he saw Song Cheng who was tied to the chair, his expression turned a little cold.

Mrs. Song Lai was a little timid when she saw the person coming, but when she saw the master standing next to her, she gained some courage. She sat down on the ground, pointed at Rong Zhen and cursed: "You little bastard, how dare you come here?" ! Today I will let Master clean you up!"

Only then did Rong Zhen glance at the "Master" standing aside, and said, "Are you going to accept me?"

Mustache paused holding his bearded hand, some didn't know how to answer, the old lady was superstitious, saying that she had harmed her grandson and confuse her son, and she just followed suit to earn the money. Now that the rightful lord is here, isn't he about to reveal his secrets?

No, the money must not just fly away like this!The old lady firmly believed that the boy had played a trick on her son, so as long as she insisted on it, she should still believe in herself.

Thinking of this, Xiao Huzi said calmly to Rongzhen: "You have to forgive others and forgive others, young man, don't be too extreme in doing things, you have already killed a person, why are you still unwilling to stop?"

Rong Zhen was taken aback, when did he kill someone?

It was only when he saw the old lady's resentful expression that he realized that this person had blamed her nephew's death on him!

Rong Zhen, who had been blamed, was not angry. He walked up to Song Cheng and untied him, and smiled sinisterly at the old lady and Mustache: "You want me to stop? Do you think it's possible?"

"If you want to touch my dad, then pay the price for your actions!"

The mustache was worried about Rong Zhen's retort, and was thinking about how to reply, when he heard Rong Zhen's words, he froze for a moment, why is there something wrong?

This kid is still in the second stage of middle school?Whatever you say goes up.

Song Cheng put on his own clothes, and sighed to Rong Zhen: "Xiao Zhen, don't be arrogant."

Mustache:? ? ?

Is this family a collective superstition?

Don't be impulsive, can you still kill him if you are impulsive?

But if the child really goes crazy, it's not sure whether he will come to kill him...

After tidying up, Song Cheng ignored the old lady's persuasion. Seeing the master, the old lady was also at a loss what to do with Rong Zhen and dared not stop him.

Before leaving, Rong Zhen approached Mustache and said with a sinister smile, "Be careful of ghosts coming to your door after walking too much at night."

As he spoke, he stuffed a yin-gathering talisman into the old guy's pocket.

Song Cheng walked to the door, looked at the door that was kicked down by Rong Zhen, and was a little worried, Mrs. Song hurriedly said: "I, I live here, I will watch the door for you, you come back tomorrow to repair the door!"

Song Cheng shook his head, tomorrow he will find someone to replace the door and take the key away, and then he will just pay the old lady regularly in the future, and he must not meddle in the affairs of their family anymore.

After the two of Song Cheng left, the old lady said to Mustache full of worry: "Master, are you also unable to deal with this kid? Then, what about your master?"

"It's not that I can't deal with it. It's because your son didn't cooperate. I left the talisman here. You can find a way to make him drink the talisman water, and it will definitely work. But you can't let him come into contact with that kid, or my talisman water will be destroyed again." It's useless if it works." Mustache said with confidence after packing up his things.

The old lady was very worried, so she stuffed the red envelope she had prepared into the old Taoist priest and sent him out of the house.

After leaving Song Cheng's house, Xiao Huzi looked back at the neighborhood and clicked his tongue twice. He really met a wonderful family today. I heard that the man used to be a teacher. Why is he so superstitious? The children he taught are also mentally abnormal.

No wonder the old lady was so easy to fool.

After taking a taxi, Mustache squeezed the red envelope that the old lady stuffed him, and laughed a few times. After he does a few more deals, he might be able to help the master. By then, the small money will not be swishing. fly into his wallet?

The taxi took him to a remote but well-decorated Feng Shui shop. Xiao Huzi got out of the car, paid the fare, and happily entered the shop. The cards hit.

"You bastard! I'm really mad at you today. You even stole the business over my head, and you don't go out to inquire. I'm a famous worshiper of Baiyun Temple!"

The angry scolding made the little beard a little timid, he walked into the door cautiously, and asked silently to the handsome young man who was afraid to speak out in the corner: "What's the matter?"

The boy shook his head sadly, and the mustache immediately knew that the money in his pocket today would not be kept.

"Yo, Xiao Hu is back? How is the harvest today?" The old man who lost his temper was the Taoist whose voice was "robbed" by Rong Zhen. The teacup glanced at Mustache.

Mustache hurriedly took out the red envelope he got, with a fawning smile on his face: "Master, today I met a big guy who was taken advantage of, and his family is crazy, so I made a small fortune. It's all thanks to your name. Think about it, use the money to honor your old man."

The old Taoist squeezed the red envelope, snorted coldly, and threw it on the table: "You should keep this little money yourself. I was really unlucky today, I finally met a big fish, and someone cut it off! "

"This..." Mustache didn't know what to say.

"All right, all right!" The old man said impatiently, "Go away."

"Hey!" Mustache picked up the red envelope on the table, and happily left the store.

It was already getting dark, and the neighborhood where Xiao Huzi lived was very close to here, so he bought some cooked food, and walked home through an alley he often walked with a plastic bag in his hand.

When he reached the entrance of the alley, Mustache took a look inside, and saw that it was pitch black, and muttered, "Why is it so dark? Where's the lamp?"

There used to be a street lamp in the alley, but it might have been broken by some wicked person. Mustache had no choice but to take out his phone and turn on the flashlight.

Walking into the alley, a gust of cold wind caressed Moustache's face for no reason. He shook his body. For some reason, he always felt that something was wrong. He looked back at the flashing street lights on the road, and Moustache laughed at himself. But there are no gods and ghosts, they are the clearest in this line of work.

After walking a few more steps, his cell phone flickered a few times and then went off.

"Hey. Is it out of battery?" He picked up the phone and pressed it, "Why is it out of battery at this time, really!"

The alley was only about twenty meters away. Mustache walked forward quickly in the dark, wanting to leave quickly, but after walking for a minute or two, he felt something was wrong, why didn't he end yet?

He looked back, it was pitch black, he couldn't see anything, and the main road that he could see just now had disappeared.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

A charming voice rang in his ears, and a soft little hand rested gently on his shoulder.

The author has something to say: the update is coming~

Thank you Pipi Shrimp and a baby who didn't leave a name for the nutrient solution!