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The hand holding the cigarette suddenly shook, and I looked at Liu Fei in shock.

"what do you know?"

"I just listen to what others say. If they don't sound good, don't take it seriously." Liu Fei specially gave me a shot of vaccination first.

He coughed slightly before talking about what he had heard.

"In the past, when you were still studying, some gangsters also made trouble for your father."

"At that time, this street was much more chaotic than it is now. There were gangsters who wanted protection money. We who were doing small business all paid it, but your father was the one who refused to pay any."

"Those gangsters came to the door. Several of them were armed with knives, sticks, etc. When we saw it, we were all sweating for your dad. As a result..."

At this point, Liu Fei paused.

"As a result, your father also said that they would not live for more than three to five days. Then, after a few days, they actually died, and their death was very strange."

After finishing speaking, Liu Fei carefully observed my expression.

I didn't speak for a long time and kept smoking the cigarette in my hand until it was over. Then I slowly said, "Old Liu, what do you mean by that?"

"I don't mean anything. I'm just telling you about your dad."

"Are you suspecting that my father and I used the same method to kill those gangsters?"

"Why do you think that, kid! I really don't mean that! Well, knowing that the gangster didn't do anything to you, I feel relieved. I have something to do at home, so I'll go back first."

Seeing that I looked bad, Liu Fei quickly explained a few words and left in a hurry.

His scared look made me feel angry and funny.

I closed the door, returned to the bedroom, and found the notebook left by my father.

Looking at the familiar handwriting on the yellowed paper, I fell into deep thought.

What kind of person is dad?

He seemed to have rarely interacted with his neighbors during his lifetime, and those people seemed to keep a distance from him.

From the moment I remember him, he has always been a taciturn man. I have never seen him help others calculate bad luck, and I even doubted whether he had any real ability.

But what Liu Fei told me today proves that he is a true metaphysician.

Ordinary magicians or fortune tellers can only see the general direction of a person's bad luck and help the person avoid bad luck, but they cannot definitely determine the specific date of the person's death.

Only a true metaphysician can do this.

I can tell that it's because I have the art of observing Qi with the Heavenly Eye, which is a lost secret art that is like a plug-in. To do this, a metaphysician must have extremely high talent and many years of practice.

In other words, my dad is very good at metaphysics.

It is not easy for such a person to die, he must still be alive.

After looking at the pattern of the twenty-eight constellations on the yellowed paper, I closed the notebook.

The night sinks like water.

I don’t know where Wangcai went, and I was the only one left in the shop.

I was practicing Qigong on the bed with my legs crossed.

Suddenly, a bang broke the silence of the night.

The bedroom window was smashed, and shards of glass fell to the floor.

"who?"

I immediately rolled over and jumped out of bed, took out the multifunctional knife from under the pillow, and rushed to the window.

The old curtains were blown up by the night wind. I looked out through the broken glass and saw a sneaky black figure running away quickly under the dim street lights.

It's the gangster who gave me trouble during the day.

He's not dead yet?

It would be too childish to use this method of revenge.

I turned on the light and prepared to clean up the glass debris on the floor. When I picked up the broom, I was stunned.

Among the broken glass, there was something wrapped in black cloth.

It was obviously this thing that broke the window.

A cold feeling emanated from the black cloth. I frowned. Instead of taking it with my hands, I took a look at it first with my Heavenly Eye Observation Technique.

A trace of black air emerged from the black cloth. This was an evil thing.

After thinking about it, I went to get an iron basin.

The thing wrapped in black cloth was swept in, and then burned with waste paper.

"Wow wow wow——"

As soon as the fire touched the black cloth, a shrill scream suddenly came from inside, a bit like a cat howling. It was extremely harsh and uncomfortable to listen to.

After a while, the black cloth gradually turned into ashes, and the screams slowly disappeared.

A golden necklace appeared in the ashes. After being burned by the fire, there was no black mark at all, and it reflected golden light under the light.

There was a burnt smell in the air.

I took the broomstick and picked up the gold necklace, and a transparent pendant shaped like a water drop appeared in front of me.

A child the size of a thumb sits cross-legged in the pendant, covering his face with his hands. His movements are lifelike, exuding an evil aura.

Nanyang Buddha amulet.

My heart skipped a beat, this thing is not easy to mess with.

Buddha cards are divided into positive cards and negative cards.

Genuine plaques are personally blessed by monks in Nanyang temples and sold in exchange for funds to build Buddhist temples and other Buddhist facilities. As long as you follow the precautions and wear it, it can eliminate disasters, increase luck and ensure safety.

But Yin cards are different. During the production process, corpse oil, ashes, or abnormally dead people or fetuses and other negative objects are added. They are very powerful and can enhance gambling luck, love luck, etc.

Although the power is strong, it is too sinister and can easily backfire.

This brand has such a sinister vibe, it's obviously the latter.

Zhang Datou is a gambler, so he may have invited him to get this brand, but it backfired, not only killing himself, but also implicating his thugs.

It has to be handled properly, otherwise I will be implicated too.

I found a piece of red cloth to wrap the amulet, went out overnight, drove to the suburbs, found a place with few people, dug a hole under a tree, and threw the amulet into it.

"Every wrongdoer has his own debtor, so go to whoever invites you. Don't trouble me."

After saying something to the Buddha amulet, I filled in the soil and prepared to leave.

"Giggle."

Just when I turned around, the ethereal laughter of children seemed to be heard in the quiet woods.

Looking back, only the shadows of the trees were swaying in the wind. I took a quick look and left in a hurry.

I didn't sleep for the rest of the night and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Fortunately, nothing terrible happened. When the sky turned white, I relaxed and lay down.

While sleeping, I was woken up by the noise outside.

Before the broken window could be repaired, the noise from the street came in very clearly, and it seemed to be right outside my shop.

What happened again?

Unable to sleep, I simply got up and went outside to see what was going on.

A group of people gathered around the door of my shop, talking with strange expressions. When they saw me coming out, they immediately stepped back and looked at me with fearful eyes.

What do they mean?

I frowned, feeling something was wrong above me. When I looked up, my heart skipped a beat.

Hanging from the street lamp in front of my shop was a man in a black hoodie.

His feet were still swaying slightly, his head was lowered, his face turned deathly gray, and his bulging eyes like a frog were staring at the door of the shop.