The next night, I came to Master Chang’s house as promised.
Sister Yuan was worried and wanted to go with me. She said that since Mr. Cheng was paralyzed by a stroke, he couldn't do anything bad, so there was no need to be afraid.
I smiled bitterly and said that there is indeed no need to be afraid of Mr. Chang now, but Mr. Chang’s wife is jealous. Although she is dead, she is even more jealous than when she was alive. If she sees Sister Yuan, things will be difficult to handle.
I remember that Mr. Chang’s family lived on Changjiang Road. It was a high-rise residential building. There was a three-story building with a separate courtyard in the community, which was his home.
There were so many rooms in Master Chang's mansion, it was like a maze. Someone took me around for a long time, and then I finally saw Master Chang in a large study room tens of meters long.
Master Chang asked all his men to retreat, leaving only one person to guard beside him.
I first closed the windows and then turned off the lights. The room was dark.
In the darkness, Mr. Chang sat gloomily in a wheelchair, with the expression on his face distorted by nervousness.
In fact, I was a little nervous, and my palms were a little sweaty, but when things got to this point, I had no choice but to bite the bullet.
"Master Chang, no matter what happens later, you'd better not be excited or afraid. Just do whatever I tell you."
I gave Master Chang a few instructions, and he nodded and said something vaguely.
"Don't worry, I'm not afraid of ghosts."
I said to myself that you are not afraid of ghosts, but you are so afraid of your wife!
Next, I took out a white candle, placed it on the table, and lit it.
He took another bowl of white rice and stuck a chopstick on it.
Finally, there is a little figure cut out of red paper, with Mr. Chang’s wife’s birthday and horoscope written on it.
These things were given by Hu’s mother, standard props for attracting ghosts.
Normally, there should be some offerings, but Hu Ma said that there is no need for domestic ghosts, especially those who have been making trouble at home for a long time. She will light a candle and come out.
After doing this, I stood in front of the candle and began to recite the spiritual incantation.
"Heaven's Dharma Gate, Earth's Dharma Gate, open ghost gates in all directions, call the big ghost, invite the two ghosts, Huang Yaqin, the ghost of the next life, please show up, please follow the law of the Supreme Lord."
Huang Yaqin is the name of Mr. Chang’s wife.
Mother Hu had ordered that this summoning spell should not be recited casually, especially in the middle of the night. If you recite it blindly, you might attract something.
So just forget it if you have seen it, don’t try it.
After the candle was lit, the color of the flame was normal at first. After I recited the spiritual incantation for a while, it felt like wind was blowing in the room, and I could see the flame flickering on and off.
After a while, the flame gradually turned into blue-green.
The surrounding temperature continued to drop, and my body began to feel cold.
Looking at the paper man again, he suddenly floated up for no reason. He floated about half a foot in the air before falling down.
Then I saw a faint figure appearing behind the table.
This was obviously a woman with long hair, black clothes, an angry face, and a silent expression.
I glanced at Mr. Chang. He obviously saw the situation in front of him, and his expression became more and more nervous.
I bowed to this woman and said, "May I ask if this Smoke Soul Ghost Master is Huang Yaqin?"
The figure nodded slightly, but remained silent.
I plucked up the courage and said, "There is a saying that people in the next world don't care about the affairs of the human world. Since you and your husband are deeply in love, it's hard for outsiders to say anything about this matter. Now he has realized his mistake, and you have been tormenting him for several months. It's better to accept it as soon as it's good, so that we can meet each other in a hundred years, and if we are destined in the next life, we can renew our relationship as husband and wife. Now let him apologize to you, and let him go."
In fact, my mother Hu taught me what I said, and I just said it word for word.
After saying that, I gave Mr. Chang a look, and Mr. Chang quickly apologized.
The general idea is that he shouldn't have an idea of someone else's little daughter-in-law, he shouldn't commit such a crime, and he won't dare to do so again.
His mouth was drooling as he spoke, and he apologized vaguely, which was considered sincere.
Judging from the way this old gangster apologized, he must have said these words often before, and he is considered a habitual offender.
After hearing this, the figure looked very ugly and stared at Master Chang, still looking angry.
At the same time, I seemed to hear a sentence in my ears.
"It's none of my business, it's his own fault."
This voice was obviously made by Mr. Chang’s wife.
But here it should be noted that ghosts cannot actually speak. Most of the conversations with ghosts written in many supernatural novels are nonsense.
If ghosts could talk, there would be no need to possess people and spread rumors.
The so-called dialogue with ghosts is actually a kind of spiritual induction.
Some people can see ghost images and hear ghost voices, which basically fall into this category.
To put it simply, it is like some kind of hallucination and conjecture produced in one's own mind.
For example, when I was a child, I often saw ghosts, and I always thought it was a hallucination. I suspected that I had a mental problem, so I had self-doubt.
Because many people fall into this kind of self-doubt, they slowly become insane, or are considered insane.
Some people say that from a certain perspective, some mentally ill patients have transcended three-dimensional creatures and reached a higher-dimensional spiritual world.
This is not entirely true, but there is some truth to it.
At this time, the temperature in the room dropped again, and I felt a wave of cold air rising from the soles of my feet.
Looking again, I saw a black-spotted python coiled around Master Chang's body, wrapped around his waist and legs!
Moreover, there was a thick black air lingering around his chest.
It looks like a bunch of little snakes squirming.
I immediately knew what was going on.
Master Chang's stroke was not caused by his wife, but by the python.
Even Master Chang was lame in one of his legs before, which should be related to this.
I looked at Mr. Chang and asked in a deep voice: "Your wife said that your stroke had nothing to do with her, it was your own fault. Let me ask you, have you hurt any snakes before? And there are still a lot of them."
Mr. Chang, who had always been indifferent to emotions and anger, looked a little flustered at this time and nodded towards me.
"I opened a snake house a few years ago and hired a chef from the south. This is what I like..."
So that's it.
I thought to myself, no wonder you are lame and now have a stroke, this is all retribution!
Snakes are one of the five spirits. If you dare to eat them, and even open a snake house to eat them, it's already an advantage for you if they don't kill you.
"It's not a big problem to send your wife away, but your problem now is that you hurt too many snakes and people are seeking revenge. This matter has nothing to do with your wife."
After finishing speaking, I bowed to Huang Yaqin again and said: "The old immortal family of Humen Mansion has a confession and a rebirth mantra for you. After you are promoted, stop pestering the family. Everyone is humane. Ghosts have their own ways, yin and yang have different ways, and the two will not interfere with each other."
