My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

When Cao Xuanhe heard the words, he also looked at the boy, and saw that his whole body was surrounded by black air, and wisps of black air kept seeping into his brows.

It may be that he himself feels uncomfortable, and his hands are always unconsciously rubbing his forehead, trying to push away the black air there.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work.

While Cao Xuanhe was looking at the little boy, the little boy also saw him, feeling dissatisfied again, staring at the man with gloomy eyes, and asked awkwardly, "Who are you, what are you doing at my house?"

Cao Xuanhe ignored him.

The little boy could only turn his gaze to his parents standing behind Cao Xuanhe, and his tone became even worse, shouting: "Hey, why did you bring a stranger to the house without my consent?"

The two couples looked at each other and chose to remain silent.

The little boy didn't get the answer he wanted, and his expression instantly became ferocious. He picked up the remote control on the coffee table and threw it in the direction of the couple.

"Are you dumb, why don't you answer my question?"

Ming Yi made a move, and rushed over to catch the flying remote control.

Cao Xuanhe took a step faster than him, reached out to stop the remote control, and held it in his palm.

"Hold the grass, this kid deserves a beating!"

Ming Yi grows up, and he has never seen such a big-tempered brat. His anger, suppressed by the shock just now, was pushed up again, and he was about to go over and beat up the brat, but Cao Xuanhe raised his hand stop.

The man stopped in a low voice: "Don't do it yet."

Ming Yi dissatisfied: "He hit his parents!"

Cao Xuanhe: "This is not necessarily his subjective behavior."

While they were chatting, the little boy saw that the remote control he threw was easily caught by the man, and unconvinced, he picked up the water glass that was still half full of water on the coffee table and threw it over again.

He moved so fast that the three of them and one ghost were unprepared. The man in the couple was unable to dodge in time, and was hit by the water glass on his right arm, and the water in the glass splashed all over him.

Seeing that he was hit, the little boy showed a triumphant look on his face: "Hmph, let's see if you dare to hide again."

"I hate your uncle, I don't care whether he is subjective or objective."

After Ming Yi saw it, he couldn't control his anger any longer, and with foul language burst out of his mouth, he threw off Cao Xuanhe's restraint, rushed over and kicked the little boy in the stomach, and kept chanting.

"I've been beaten for decades, but I never dared to fight back with my own father. You brat with no hair growing up is showing off your power here. See if I can't beat you to death!"

As Ming Yi spoke, he lifted the little boy's back collar and kicked him twice on the buttocks.

The little boy couldn't see Ming Yi, he just felt that something had kicked his stomach out of thin air, and the painful facial features were twisted together.

Before he could react, the back collar was picked up again, and he was kicked hard on the buttocks several times, causing him to scream out in pain.

Seeing the little boy covering his belly with one hand and protecting his buttocks with the other, the couple were at a loss, and asked the man, "Boss Cao, what's wrong with him?"

Cao Xuanhe saw that although Ming Yi was angry, he was somewhat rational, so he only beat his butt hard and did not hurt other parts, so he was relieved for the time being.

"fine."

The man was shocked: "Is it okay?"

How does this scene seem to be okay?

Obviously, besides the four living people, there are other things that they cannot see.

As for what it is, the two couples dare not think too much, but it can be regarded as verifying that Master Cao is really capable.

Cao Xuanhe saw the timid faces of the couple, and said, "If you feel unwell, go out and wait."

The woman shook her head again and again: "No, there is no discomfort."

No matter how fierce and violent the little boy was, he was the child they loved since childhood.

Although I don't know what's wrong with Jiaheng now, but after all, it's the flesh that fell from his body, so I really don't want anything to happen to him.

Cao Xuanhe heard the words, pointed to the location of the restaurant to the two, and signaled them to stand far away and watch.

The boy was still a child after all, and no amount of brutality was worth a beating.

At this time, the little guy was crying and begging for mercy, yelling that he didn't dare anymore, and wanted to ask his parents for help, but found that they not only didn't take pity on him, but also retreated to the restaurant area more than ten meters away.

"Mom and Dad, help me, there are ghosts, there are ghosts in our house, I'm afraid!"

Ming Yi laughed angrily at him, and kicked him hard again: "Little bastard, now I know that they are your parents, why didn't you..."

Cao Xuanhe stepped forward and stopped him: "Okay."

Ming Yi was forced to stop, and frowned in dissatisfaction: "I haven't beaten enough yet."

Cao Xuanhe: "Solve the matter first."

Ming Yi: "I'll deal with it after I'm done beating you up."

Cao Xuanhe: "Does your back hurt anymore?"

Ming Yi: "..."

In fact, it hurts, but I was too angry just now, and the anger overwhelmed the discomfort in my body.

Cao Xuanhe: "Go and rest."

Ming Yi curled his lips reluctantly, and threw the little boy on the carpet.

The little boy felt that the restraints on his body disappeared, he was overjoyed, and subconsciously wanted to run to his parents.

But as soon as he got up from the ground, the back collar was picked up again, like throwing garbage, and he was thrown on the sofa.

Seeing that it was the man who came back with his parents, the little boy raised his round face still stained with tears, glared at him and shouted, "What do you want!"

Cao Xuanhe looked cold, and said: "I advise you to be honest, otherwise it will not be as simple as beating you later."

The little boy met his dark and deep gaze, felt a little timid in his heart, forced a cold snort on his face, but didn't dare to move his body again.

Ming Yi was very satisfied to see that he was knowledgeable about current affairs, so he floated to sit on the sofa beside him.

Cao Xuanhe stood in front of the sofa, looking down, the advantage of his height oppressed him, making the little boy very uncomfortable.

The man saw his discomfort, but he didn't squat down to be at eye level with him: "What will I ask next, and what will you answer, remember?"

The little boy still hated the man's aggressive tone, but he hummed reluctantly.

"Do you still remember who you came into contact with two months ago?"

The little boy said dissatisfied: "It's been so long, how can I remember it."

Cao Xuanhe: "The person who gave you something must have an impression."

Little boy: "No."

Cao Xuanhe stared at him and said, "You are lying."

The little boy wanted to refute, but when he raised his head and looked into the man's black eyes, the words that rolled out of his mouth were abruptly swallowed back.

For some reason, he always felt that the man in front of him was terrifying, and he was inexplicably afraid of him.

As for why, Yang Jiaheng himself couldn't tell.

Cao Xuanhe's tone was indifferent: "Tell the truth."

The little boy said stiffly, "What I'm telling is the truth."

Cao Xuanhe was too lazy to waste time with him here, stared into his eyes, and asked, "What are you most afraid of?"

The little boy looked at him vigilantly and dared not speak out, Cao Xuanhe didn't intend to let him speak out, as long as he thought about it in his head.

He silently recited a spell, raised his hand and tapped it on the forehead of the laughing boy with his fingers.

The next moment, the little boy's expression became terrified, he looked at the floor, and retreated desperately.

Ming Yi sat on the side with a dazed face, obviously there was nothing on the ground, but the little boy was frightened and cried, he kept calling for his mother to save me, and the eyes of the women in the restaurant area were red.

Cao Xuanhe watched him keep retreating, his back pressed against the back of the sofa, hugged his body tightly, and kept yelling "don't come over, don't come over" and so on.

After about a minute, Cao Xuanhe raised his hand again and tapped the little boy on the forehead.

The little boy froze with fear on his face, looked around blankly, and found that the living room was empty, and there was nothing that scared him.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, covered his heart, and kept panting.

Cao Xuanhe said at the right time: "Do you want to talk?"

The little boy looked up at him, pursed his lips, and resisted.

But this point of resistance collapsed instantly when the man reached out to him again.

"I said, I said!"

Cao Xuanhe withdrew his hand and waited patiently.

The little boy swallowed his saliva and said, "Which...a strange uncle gave me an Ultraman toy before."

"what?"

The '80-year-old grandpa' Cao Xuanhe, who has never watched anime, did not understand.

Ming Yi explained: "It's a very powerful anime character."

Cao Xuanhe hummed lightly, and continued to ask: "Where is the thing?"

The little boy pointed to his room.

Cao Xuanhe raised his chin to him: "Go get it."

At this time, Yang Jiaheng, who was beaten up by Ming Yi and frightened by Cao Xuanhe, didn't have the slightest thought of resisting. He limped to the room obediently clutching his buttocks, and carried out an Ultraman who was half a man tall. toy model.

Cao Xuanhe looked at the toy aside and asked, "Can you take it apart?"

The little boy nodded: "Yes."

Cao Xuanhe: "Demolish."

The little boy was a little bit reluctant, but he was afraid of Cao Xuanhe and didn't dare to resist.

At this time, the couple standing in the restaurant area also came over, surprised: "Jiaheng, when did you hide such a toy in your room?"

Yang Jiaheng glanced at them, snorted coldly, and ignored them.

Seeing his attitude, the young man was also very angry. He pulled up the collar of the little boy's back and shouted, "Yang Jiaheng, when will I teach you to collect things from strangers!"

"You still dare to hide at home, believe it or not, I will kill you!"

The little boy was afraid of Cao Xuanhe, but he was not afraid of his parents. He turned his head and shouted at the man: "Hit me, if you have the ability, kill me. If you can't kill me, I will kill you!"

"You!" The man's face turned red with anger, he raised his hand and slapped the little boy on the back: "You think I really dare not beat you to death!"

The woman choked with sobs and persuaded: "Husband, it's already this time, why are you still angry with him, let Boss Cao solve the matter first."

The young man glanced at Cao Xuanhe, who was standing beside him silently, and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Boss Cao, it's because we didn't educate our children well."

You can't take things from strangers, this is the principle that should be given to children since childhood.

Cao Xuanhe didn't answer, but raised his chin to Yang Jiaheng, signaling him to take the toy apart.

A few minutes later, a complete Ultraman was dismantled, and a white handkerchief was placed on the tea table.

On the handkerchief were a finger bone and several pieces of yellowed talisman paper.

One of the talisman papers clearly stated that Yang Jiaheng's name had already been born.

Another piece of talisman paper had an unfamiliar name and birth date written on it.

The other pieces of talisman paper had weird spells drawn on them.

Ming Yi leaned over and muttered, "Luck for the living?"

Cao Xuanhe shook his head: "Not only."

"If he was simply borrowing luck, it would be impossible for him to carry so much bad karma."

The two couples listened in a daze, but they also knew something was wrong, and asked aloud: "Boss Cao, what evil karma did you say Jiaheng carried, what's going on?"

Cao Xuanhe wrapped the things in the white handkerchief, put them in a sealed bag, and said to the couple: "Don't worry."

The two couples thought that he would explain a few more words, but apart from these four words, he didn't say anything else.

Cao Xuanhe took out a yellow talisman, and quickly drew a curse on the yellow talisman with his middle and index fingers.

The two couples thought they were going to see the magical scene on TV. The master drew a spell with his fingers, and golden runes appeared on the yellow talisman.

however……

Nothing happened, the blank yellow paper remained blank yellow paper.

If it weren't for the weirdness of what happened just now, the two couples would have almost classified this handsome and taciturn Boss Cao as a charlatan.

But in Ming Yi's eyes, there were indeed golden runes on the yellow paper.

Cao Xuanhe ignored the surprised expressions of the two, folded the talisman and asked the woman to bring half a cup of warm water. The talisman spontaneously ignited and turned into ashes, and fell into the water for the little boy to drink.

The man's expression was a little doubtful, and he asked, "Boss Cao, is this all right?"

Cao Xuanhe said: "Wait."

The two couples looked at each other, not understanding what he meant by waiting.

Just like that, the four people and one ghost fell into silence. Fortunately, the Ultraman that Yang Jiaheng was watching was still playing on TV, so the atmosphere would not be embarrassing.

A few minutes later, Yang Jiaheng, who looked normal just now, suddenly rolled over on the sofa covering his head.

The two couples were shocked when they saw this situation, and they stepped forward to ask him what was wrong, but Yang Jiaheng didn't know what was wrong with him, he felt as if something was colliding in his head randomly.

As if hitting his brain nerves, he had a splitting headache.

He beat his brain hard, hoping that this would relieve the pain inside.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

Yang Jiaheng grabbed the young woman's hand with one hand and kept calling for help: "Mom, it hurts so much, please help me, I'm going to die."

As he spoke, his head kept banging against the back of the sofa.

Maybe because the backrest was too soft to relieve his pain, he knelt directly on the ground and began to hit the carpet with his head.

This frightened the two couples, one of them held his arm and tried hard to stop him from self-harming. The man turned his head and asked for help from Cao Xuanhe, who was calm and calm.

"Boss Cao, what's going on with my son, is he in any danger?"

Cao Xuanhe said indifferently: "Tie him up, gag him, the pain will heal after a while."

The man froze for a moment, but seeing that Cao Xuanhe didn't look like he was joking, he hurried to ask his wife to get the towel and rope.

Cao Xuanhe said it would be fine in a while, but Yang Jiaheng, who was tied up and pressed on the sofa, was in pain for more than an hour, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

Ming Yi leaned on the sofa, watching the scene in front of him, couldn't help but steal his gaze towards Cao Xuanhe.

The man looked at him silently, but he didn't expect to be weak.

After an hour, it was much more painful than the beating he just had.

Most of those bad karma had penetrated into the little boy's body and stuck to his soul body.

The soul and body are bound by evil karma. Over time, it will change the person's temper and heart, and he will have evil thoughts in his heart. In the end, he is likely to do things that hurt the nature and justice, and kill people to silence them.

Stripping things from a person's soul and body, Ming Yi felt a chill just looking at it.

Although this is something that must be done, after all, this little boy named Yang Jiaheng cannot live a lifetime carrying other people's bad karma.

But the method Cao Xuanhe used was too cruel, he clearly remembered that there seemed to be an easier method to strip it off.

Finally Yang Jiaheng stopped screaming in pain, Cao Xuanhe took out the towel from his mouth, watched him panting heavily, and every time he breathed out, he would bring out a puff of black air.

Cao Xuanhe took a small bottle and collected all the black energy in it.

When Mingyi saw the small bottle clearly, he frowned instantly, stood up from the sofa and shouted: "Cao Xuanhe, you actually used my bottle to hold all these bad karma, it's so disgusting!"

Cao Xuanhe heard the words, looked at him sideways, and explained aloud: "No."

Ming Yi roared: "What's wrong, even the color of the bottle is the same, you still want to lie to me!"

Cao Xuanhe had no choice but to take out a black bottle from his left hand pocket.

These two bottles are indeed black, but when they are compared together, it can be found that the bottle containing Mingyi is darker in color, while the bottle containing evil karma is slightly lighter in color, and it is covered with dense runes.

Seeing this, Ming Yi's anger mostly dissipated, but he was still unhappy and said: "I don't care, in my heart, this bottle is already dirty, so don't let me in it again in the future."

Without further explanation, Cao Xuanhe put Mingyi's bottle back into his left hand pocket, sealed the bottle full of bad karma, and put it in the sealed bag, making sure that Yang Jiaheng's body was free of the black miasma of bad karma.

Cao Xuanhe said to the couple, "It's done."

The two looked at their unconscious son lying on the sofa, stepped forward in disbelief and called, "Jiaheng?"

"Jiaheng, wake up."

The boy on the sofa woke up, looked around in confusion, and obediently called his parents.

Hearing his son's familiar tone, the two couples could not believe that it was their son who had returned. The three hugged each other excitedly and cried loudly.

Yang Jiaheng clearly described what happened during this period. He said that the previous things were all done by him, but they were not counted as his doing.

Rationally, he knew it was wrong to do so, but he just couldn't control his temper.

Especially the incident of him chasing his father with a knife, I feel scared when I think about it now. Fortunately, no irreparable losses were caused, otherwise he would blame himself for the rest of his life.

Seeing that the family of three was busy reminiscing about the past, Cao Xuanhe tickled his fingers at Ming Yi who was sitting on the sofa watching.

Ming Yi got up and floated over, followed Cao Xuanhe to open the door and leave.

After entering the elevator, Ming Yi asked, "Should we just go this way?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Yes."

Ming Yi: "But they haven't paid you yet."

Cao Xuanhe was amused: "Little money fan."

Ming Yi raised his eyebrows, confidently: "We work, they pay, it's only right and proper."

Cao Xuanhe nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Ming Yi: "So we have to go up again?"

Cao Xuanhe: "No, someone will hand over the fee to them later. As for your remuneration, I will transfer it to your account afterwards."

After his reminder, Ming Yi suddenly remembered that he still had a bank card.

He asked, "By the way, where is my bank card?"

Cao Xuanhe: "At home."

Ming Yi: "Is the money in it still there?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Yes."

Ming Yi thought for a while, and couldn't help sighing: "I originally wanted to save enough money to buy you gifts, but Curly and the others said that they must give more gifts when chasing a wife. I didn't expect that the money for gifts was not enough. She will be your daughter-in-law."

Cao Xuanhe raised the corners of his lips: "Then do you have any gifts you want?"

Ming Yi shook his head: "No."

He is a little ghost, he doesn't need to eat or wear anything, he can get rid of it with a few sticks of incense, and his material needs are extremely low.

Cao Xuanhe said: "Didn't you say that you must give more gifts when chasing a wife?"

Ming Yibai glanced at him: "I'm done chopping, and I'm still chasing a fart."

Cao Xuanhe: "No conflict."

Ming Yi frowned and thought for a while: "Gifts... I don't have anything I want, but if you really want to give it, you might as well give it to me and let me do it once!"

"..." Cao Xuanhe laughed angrily, raised his hand and knocked on his forehead, reprimanded him, "Why are you still thinking about this?"

Ming Yi: "I've been thinking about this for decades!"

Cao Xuanhe: "No chance, change."

Ming Yi grabbed his arm and pestered him endlessly: "No, I only want this."

Cao Xuanhe withdrew his arm, without any room for negotiation: "No."

Ming Yi fought hard and stretched out an index finger: "Just once is not enough."

It just so happened that the elevator reached the negative floor, Cao Xuanhe walked out, and brought out the kid who was entangled with him.

Ming Yi was only focused on entanglement, but he didn't realize that Cao Xuanhe's other hand was hanging around his waist. He gently massaged his lower back with his fingers, and the soreness gushed out again.

Ming Yi's back stiffened, he stared at him vigilantly and said, "What do you want to do!"

Cao Xuanhe: "Go home if you make trouble again."

"..."

What's the matter with this dog man?

Before letting himself take advantage, he always looked like Liu Xiahui, who was not in the middle of his arms.

But since he started eating meat, why does Ming Yi feel that he is being threatened all the time?

Seeing him staring at him with wide eyes, Cao Xuanhe didn't dare to make a sound, obviously frightened.

He hooked the corners of his lips and asked, "Seeing that you have been sitting on the sofa today, are you tired?"

Ming Yi exploded in an instant, jumped out of his arms, stood up straight, and forced himself to say: "How is it possible!"

Although he is the one being bullied now, as a man, how can he say no!

Cao Xuanhe didn't expose it, pulled the little ghost into his arms again, and massaged his lower back with his fingertips to relieve his soreness.

Ming Yiben still wanted to hold on, but the strength of Cao Xuanhe's massage was so comfortable that he lost the thought of resisting immediately, so he simply let him rub it and enjoyed it by himself.

Back in the car, Cao Xuanhe told him to stay in the memorial tablet, the sun was shining outside, and he would drive out of the basement later, Ming Yi couldn't bear it.

Ming groaned and asked, "Where are we going next?"

Cao Xuanhe: "In the shop."

Ming Yi asked, "Is this matter over?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Not yet."

Ming Yi: "Let me just say, the person behind the curse on that brat has yet to be found."

Cao Xuanhe threw the sealed bag onto the passenger seat, and said, "I'm afraid I can't find anyone here with my finger here?"

Ming Yi slammed his fingers, frowned in disgust, and asked, "Use your own fingers as a medium, this person is quite cruel to me."

Cao Xuanhe said: "It should be that the other party's bad karma is too heavy. I can't bear it myself, so I want to transfer it to other people. It's worth it for him to trade a finger for a life."

Ming Yi: "Cut, I really thought Lord Yan was a vegetarian. Let's wait and see, he's dead."

Cao Xuanhe pursed his lips and hummed lightly.

In fact, there is no need for Lord Yan, if you meet him, the other party will die.