The situation of Boss Jing's son is indeed a bit complicated, so let's wait until I go over and take a look.
Many second-generation young rich people are so crazy that they do mischief outside because of their wealth. Maybe they have provoked someone they shouldn't mess with.
I have met more than one person like this, such as my high school classmate Wang Chaoyang, and the brother of Zhang Yunyao from Yanbei. They are all the same.
The fact that a child becomes like this has little to do with whether the family has money or not. It mainly has to do with the upbringing and connivance of the parents. The parents feel that their family is rich and always allow their children to do mischief, thinking that everything can be settled with money. This is That's the scariest thing.
Children who can endure hardships since childhood will be successful when they grow up. For example, I was the pride of the village at a young age. I relied on my own ability to make a living from scratch, and now I have a small goal.
The old man beat me to the bottom of my shoes for eight years. Most people can't understand how much hardship I endured when I was a child.
The car drove for more than two hours and arrived at a small village called Shikan Village.
The village is surrounded by mountains and rivers. From a distance, it looks lush and green. The environment and feng shui are still very good.
When our car reached a small bridge at the entrance of the village, something suddenly happened.
Suddenly there was a sound of banging and banging from the front, accompanied by crying.
Boss Jing quickly stepped back from the bridge, parked the car on the side of the bridge, and muttered: "It's really unlucky."
Then, a group of people, about dozens of them, all dressed in white, and some carrying soul-calling flags, came over from the other side of the bridge.
I also saw a few young people carrying a red-painted coffin.
Needless to say, someone died in the village and we happened to be in time to mourn.
When encountering this kind of nonsense, you must take the initiative to give in to avoid being contaminated by bad luck.
But when I looked at the red lacquer coffin, I couldn't help but feel a little strange.
Generally, when an elderly person dies in the family, most of them use black lacquer coffins, while red lacquer coffins are rarely used.
"Boss Jing, someone in this village died, why are they still using red paint coffins?" I asked curiously.
"There is a second-rate boy in the village who likes to steal and kick in widows' doors when he has nothing to do. He is almost thirty years old and has not yet married a wife. There is a custom in our local area that men who have not married and have children must use a red coffin after their death. Buried, and not in the ancestral grave." Boss Jing said impatiently, and it seemed that he had a lot of opinions about the dead young man.
"How did this man die?" I asked again.
"I don't know. It seems to be a sudden illness. He suddenly died. His family didn't tell him the reason. They said he was fine that night. When he got up early in the morning, he couldn't hear any movement until When his mother asked him to get up at noon to eat, he found that the people had been dead for a long time and the bodies were hardened."
While we were chatting, the funeral procession walked straight past our car.
When the red lacquer coffin flashed past my eyes, I opened my eyes and glanced at the red lacquer coffin. I found that the coffin was filled with an evil spirit, and it was very strong.
Just by looking at it, I concluded that the person in the coffin definitely did not die a normal death, and should have been killed by something dirty.
As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the village, I encountered this kind of thing. I felt that things might be much more complicated than I thought.
When I was about to ask something more, the funeral procession had already passed over the bridge. Boss Jing started the car and headed towards his home.
When the words came to my lips, I swallowed them back. I'd better go and see his son first before talking.
After crossing the bridge and driving for two or three minutes, the car stopped near a large yard. Boss Jing greeted us to get out of the car.
Compared with Boss Jiang, Jing Yongyi is not a big boss. I estimate there is someone worth 20 to 30 million.
If nothing else, the old house their family built in the village should be the best in the village.
White walls, blue tiles, horse head walls, and hanging lattice windows in the corridor.
A Chinese-style two-story building stands abruptly in the middle of the village, like a chicken standing out from the crowd.
This scale is almost catching up with our courtyard house in Yanbei.
Boss Jing parked the car and took us into the yard.
When Boss Jing pushed open the courtyard door, I saw a few yellow paper charms taped to the courtyard door.
The yellow paper talisman is drawn crookedly. The other party obviously has some cultivation, but it is not high. If you want to deal with those dirty things, you can only rely on the accumulation of numbers. Pasting more talismans may help.
After entering the yard, I saw some black and red blood stains scattered on the ground, which had dried.
As soon as I entered the yard, I thought I was at a murder scene.
Obviously, the blood sprinkled on the ground was all black dog blood. Black dog blood has strong yang energy and is also used to deal with ghosts.
But this black dog blood can only deal with ordinary ghosts. It has no effect on slightly more powerful ones. It will only anger the ghost.
I glanced at the black dog blood on the ground and asked Boss Jing with a smile: "Who made the talisman on the door and the black dog blood on the ground?"
"I hired a master from Kaiyang County to help me. He said that there was something dirty attached to my son and he couldn't handle it. He could only use this method to trap my son in this yard and asked me to hurry up. I asked a more powerful expert to come over and handle it, so I asked around and got Master Wu's contact information from Boss Jiang." Boss Jing answered truthfully.
"This master still has some tricks. Fortunately, he has some self-awareness and does not take the risk to deal with it himself, otherwise his life will not be saved." He said with a smile.
"Master Wu, that thing is so fierce! What on earth is it?"
"I don't know, let me go over and take a look." As I said that, I walked straight towards a door covered with talismans on the side of the yard.
There were two young men standing at the door. When they saw Boss Jing leading me over, they hurriedly greeted them.
"Boss..." the two said in unison.
"How is my son? Is he not crazy?" Boss Jing looked at the two people.
A thin man said: "Boss, give him something to eat at noon. He almost bit my arm."
"Yes, boss, let us go back to work. He is too strong. The two of us are worried every day." Another person also said with a grimace.
"800 yuan a day is given to you for free? If you want to make money, just watch here." Boss Jing said angrily.
At this time, I had already walked to the door, tore off a few of the talismans on the door, looked at them carefully and threw them on the ground.
He looked down and found that the door was locked, so he asked them to open the door.
The thin man stepped forward to unlock the door and backed away quickly. I pushed the door open.
As soon as I opened the door, a black shadow rushed toward me, carrying a strong evil aura.
