The next night, I came to Mr. Chang's house as promised.

Sister Yuan was worried and wanted to go with me. She said that she had a normal stroke and was paralyzed and could not do anything bad, so she didn't have to be afraid.

I smiled bitterly and said, "You don't have to be afraid of Mr. Chang now, but Mr. Chang's wife is a jealous person. Although she dies, she is even more violent than when she is alive. If she sees Sister Yuan, things will be difficult to deal with."

I remember that Mr. Chang’s house lives on the other side of Changjiang Road, which is a high-rise residence. There is a three-story building with a separate courtyard in the community, which is his house.

There are too many rooms in Mr. Chang’s mansion, like a maze. Someone took me around for a long time before I finally met Mr. Chang in a large study room that was dozens of meters.

Mr. Chang asked his subordinates to retreat, and left one person to guard him.

I first closed the windows, then turned off the lights, and the room was pitch black.

In the darkness, Mr. Chang was sitting in a wheelchair gloomy, and his expression on his face was also a little distorted due to nervousness.

Actually, I was a little nervous, my palms were sweating a little, but when things got to this point, I had no choice but to bite the bullet.

"Mr. Chang, no matter what happens later, you'd better not be excited or afraid. Whatever I ask you to say, just do what you do."

I told Mr. Chang a few words, he nodded and said something vaguely.

"Don't worry, I'm not afraid of ghosts."

I thought to myself that you are not afraid of ghosts, you are so afraid of your wife!

Next, I took a white candle and put it on the table and lit it.

I took another bowl of white rice and inserted a chopstick on it.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Finally, there is a piece of little man cut in red paper, which contains the birth date of Mr. Chang’s wife.

These things are all given by Hu Ma, and are standard props for attracting ghosts.

Normally, some offerings should be presented, but Hu's mother said that there is no need for a ghost at home, especially those who have been making trouble at home for a long time, so she will come out after lighting a candle.

After doing all this, I stood in front of the candle and began to recite the soul-summoning spell.

"The Heavenly Dharma Gate and Earth Dharma Gate, the Gate of Ghosts are opened in all directions, called the Great Ghost, please invite two ghosts, Huang Yaqin, the ghost of the next world, please appear, and follow the orders of the Supreme Lord as urgently as the law."

Huang Yaqin is the name of Mr. Chang’s wife.

Hu Ma had ordered this soul-torture curse to be chanted casually, especially if you recite it blindly in the middle of the night, you might attract something.

So if you have seen it, don't try it.

After the candle was lit, the color of the flame was still normal at first. I recited the soul-suming spell for a while, and the house seemed to be windy, and the flames were flashing and dark.

After a while, the flames gradually turned blue and green.

The temperature around him continued to drop and his body began to feel chills.

Looking at the paper man again, he suddenly floated up for no reason, about half a foot high before falling down.

Then I saw a faint figure appearing behind the table.

This is obviously a woman with long hair, black clothes, angry face, and without saying a word.

I glanced at Mr. Chang, and he obviously saw the situation in front of him, and his expression became increasingly nervous.

I bowed to the woman and said, "Dare you ask this Master of Smoky Soul Ghost, but Huang Yaqin?"

The figure nodded slightly, but still said nothing.

I also plucked up my courage and said, "You Tao is a person in the next life who cares about the world. Since you and your husband are in a deep relationship, it is hard for outsiders to say anything about this matter. Now he has known his mistake. You have been harassed for several months, and it will be better to stop when you see it. We will meet each other a hundred years later. If you are destined to be in the next life, we will continue the relationship between husband and wife. Now let him apologize for you and let him go."

Actually, I was taught by Ma Hu, and I just said it word by word.

After saying that, I gave Mr. Chang a look, and Mr. Chang hurriedly apologized.

The general idea is that he shouldn't have beaten his young wife, and he shouldn't have committed this evil, and he will never dare to do it again.

He drooled when he spoke, and apologized vaguely, which was a sincere attitude.

Judging from the old hooligan's apology, I guess he said a lot of these words before, and he is a habitual offender.

After hearing this, the figure looked very ugly, staring at Mr. Chang, still looking angry.

At the same time, I seemed to hear a sentence in my ear.

"It's not my business, he's his own fault."

This voice was obviously spoken by Mr. Chang’s wife.

But here we need to explain that ghosts actually can't speak. Most of the things written in supernatural novels, such as dialogue with ghosts, are nonsense.

If a ghost can speak, there is no need to possess a human body, and there is no excuse to rumour.

The so-called dialogue with ghosts is actually a spiritual sense.

Some people, who can see images of ghosts and hear sounds of ghosts, basically fall into this category.

Simply put, it is like some kind of hallucination and imagination that arises in your mind.

For example, when I was a child, I often saw it as an hallucination and suspected that I had mental problems, so I would have self-doubt.

Many people are gradually deranged or considered deranged because they fall into this self-doubt.

Some people say that from a certain perspective, some mentally ill patients have surpassed three-dimensional creatures and reached a higher-dimensional spiritual world.

This is not completely true, but it also makes sense.

At this time, the temperature in the room dropped again, and I felt a stream of cold air jumping up from under my feet.

When I looked again, I saw a black-spotted python wrapped around my body, wrapped around my waist and legs!

And there was a thick black air swaying around his chest.

It looks like a bunch of small snakes squirming constantly.

I immediately knew what was going on.

Mr. Chang suffered a stroke not because of his wife, but because of the big python.

Even if Mr. Chang had a lame leg before, it should be related to this.

I looked at Mr. Chang and asked in a deep voice: "Your wife said that it has nothing to do with her. You are the one who suffers it. I ask you, have you ever hurt a snake before? And there are many."

Mr. Chang, who has always been happy and angry, looked a little panicked at this time and nodded at me.

"A few years ago, I opened a snake restaurant and hired a chef in the south. I'll do it like this..."

So that's it.

I thought to myself, no wonder you have a lame leg and you still have a stroke. This is all retribution!

Snakes are one of the five spirits, and you dare to eat them, and you even open a snake house to eat them. If you don’t take your life, you will be considered cheap.

"It's not a big problem to send your wife away, but now your problem is that you have hurt too many snakes. Revenge is coming, and this matter has nothing to do with your wife."

After saying that, I bowed to Huang Yaqin again and said, "The old immortal family in Humen Mansion has a message and a mantra of rebirth. After you have been promoted, don't bother your family anymore. People have people, ghosts have ghost paths, and yin and yang are different. They will not bother each other."
Chapter completed!