Under Zhang Shiyi's management, Li Dakui's funeral was a success. All the relatives and friends who paid homage to his body sincerely praised the young boss's craftsmanship.
If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to tell that the head is stuck out.
"Boss Zhang, thank you very much for allowing my son to have a complete body."
The white-haired person gave the black-haired person a gift, and the happy events and funerals were only a few days apart. No one could handle it.
After organizing her son's funeral with all her strength, Li's mother fell ill.
In a trance, she saw her headless son lying in front of her bed, asking for her head.
The most terrifying thing is that almost everyone who attended his wedding and funeral had the same dream.
Li Dakui, who has no head, chases him for his head.
Uncle Zhang, who sells fruit, is no exception.
Early in the morning, Zhang Shiyi looked at Uncle Zhang with two big black circles under his eyes. He was distracted. When someone wanted to buy grapes, he weighed several big grapefruits for them.
"Uncle Zhang, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Shiyi felt something was wrong, so he got closer, but as soon as he got closer, he felt something was wrong. Why did Uncle Zhang have a yin energy in his body.
"Eleven, that happened thanks to you. Come on, I'll give you a big watermelon."
As he spoke, Uncle Zhang stuffed a durian into Zhang Shiyi's hand, which made him grin.
"Uncle, this is durian, not watermelon. Something's not right with you today."
Seeing no one around, Zhang Shiyi turned his head, silently recited the magic formula, and opened his eyes.
It doesn't matter if it doesn't open, but I was shocked when I opened it.
The weak sunlight on Uncle Zhang's forehead was about to go out at any moment.
There are three rays of sunshine in the human body. No matter which one is extinguished, evil spirits will inevitably plague the body, which can range from a serious illness to a life-threatening situation.
The neighbors in the market treated him like family.
To this day, Zhang Shiyi still remembers how Uncle Zhang, holding a watermelon knife, tried to stop ten thousand people from stopping him.
You must know how much courage and determination this Uncle Zhang, who is usually an honest man who can't do anything with three kicks, put in to confront those bad guys.
A drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring. Zhang Shiyi is a person who knows how to repay kindness. How could he ignore this kind of thing?
"Uncle, come with me, Fat Aunt, and help take care of Uncle Zhang's stall."
Without any explanation, he pulled Uncle Zhang to his shop.
"Hey, Eleven, what are you doing? I'm fine. He must have caught a cold."
"Uncle, do you believe me?"
Zhang Shiyi's seriousness made Uncle Zhang a little at a loss.
"This kid, you are just like my son. Do you believe it or not?"
"Xin, just stand still!"
Zhang Shiyi no longer cared about shocking the world. With a flick of his left hand, a yellow talisman appeared in his hand. He then silently recited the magic formula in his mouth, pinched the sword finger with his right hand, and with a single breath, the yellow talisman burned. stand up.
Uncle Zhang was shocked.
"Oh~ you can also do magic~"
"Here comes tea~"
Zhang Shiyi didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand and a cup of hot tea appeared out of thin air in his hand. He put the burning talisman into the hot tea. In an instant, the yellow talisman disappeared and merged into the tea.
"Drink him."
Zhang Shiyi’s tone left no room for doubt.
Although Uncle Zhang didn't understand what was going on, out of trust in Eleven, he took the tea cup and drank it in one gulp with a frown.
When the hot tea enters the mouth, there is no smell of paper ash, but a refreshing fragrance.
Immediately afterwards, I felt a heat rising from my lower abdomen. I was sweating profusely and felt indescribably comfortable.
Zhang Shiyi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the Yang Fire on Uncle Zhang's forehead had returned to its original state.
"Eleven, what a good thing is this? I feel good all over after drinking it. Isn't this the legendary talisman water that can cure all diseases?"
People of Uncle Zhang's age are more likely to accept these strange things than young people.
"Uncle, please think carefully. Have you seen anything scary recently?"
After Uncle Zhang thought about it for a long time and finally told him about last night's nightmare, Zhang Shiyi knew that this matter might not be that simple.
Li Dakui, who lost his head, may have turned into an evil ghost.
"Eleven, do you mean that my nephew is still here? That's unlikely. He is an honest child.
By the way, my sister also fell ill, could it be..."
This old man, nearly fifty years old, was so frightened that his legs became weak when he recalled the nightmare last night.
Damn it~ That’s no joke!
"Uncle, don't worry, I will take care of this matter. Take me to see your sister now."
When he arrived at the community where Li's mother lived, Zhang Shiyi discovered that Li Dakui's grievances were really big. Not only Li's mother, but also his neighbors had fallen ill.
It seems that I still underestimated this Li Dakui. I am afraid that this boy will not only turn into an evil ghost, but may even become a powerful ghost!
Although Li Dakui's death was unjust, the resentment in his heart is hard to dissipate, but the injustice has its owner and the debtor has its owner. You can't take it out on those who were kind to you.
Being riddled with yin energy may cause headaches and fever in a short period of time. If over time, it attracts other evil spirits, then these people will be in bad luck.
Zhang Shiyi is not used to this kind of ghost who doesn't distinguish between good and bad.
After using the talisman water to dispel all the yin energy in these people, Zhang Shiyi, led by Uncle Zhang, came to the new house where Li Dakui died.
Although the case has not been solved yet, the blood was so oozing after all that after recording the scene, the place was cleaned up.
However, Zhang Shiyi could still smell the smell of blood.
"Uncle Zhang, do you believe me?"
Zhang Shiyi once again asked this question to Uncle Zhang next to him.
"This kid, why don't you believe me?"
"Okay, since you believe me, let me tell you that everyone is not sick, but is haunted by the resentment of your nephew, so you all have the same dream."
"Ah~"
Uncle Zhang looked around the new house nervously, and involuntarily stepped back towards the door.
"No, you can't. I'm very good to that kid Dakui. How could he harm my uncle?"
Uncle Zhang's voice was trembling and his expression was nervous.
Of course, this is a normal person's reaction. Who dares to say that he is not afraid of ghosts?
"Uncle, haven't you noticed that all those who are sick are relatives and friends? Your nephew, huh... is not doing well!"
"So, what should we do?"
Uncle Zhang's performance is considered good. He is haunted by evil spirits, and no one will be able to deal with it.
"Uncle Zhang, tell your sister that I will stay here tonight. I will help you liberate this evil spirit."
What Zhang Shiyi hates most is this kind of person who doesn't distinguish between good and evil.
Even if you die unjustly, there is no need to anger your relatives. If you have the ability, go find the rightful owner to take revenge!
"Eleven, I know you are a capable person. When Taoist Zhang Changliu was alive, you were a god. You are his disciple, so naturally you are also a little god.
But uncle, can I ask you for something?
This child Dakui is actually quite miserable. If, if possible, could you not destroy his soul? I believe he did it unintentionally this time..."
Hey~
This family is so kind.
