Miao Yu'er was still trembling and looking pale.
She bit her lips tightly, and there were blood stains on her lips.
Xu, the paper man on the side, suddenly made a palm with one hand and struck Miao Yuer quickly on the back of the neck!
Miao Yu'er groaned and fell down softly.
I supported her with my backhand.
Paperman Xu shook his head and sighed softly: "People are dead, right?"
I nodded, my eyes more complicated.
After a moment of pause, I asked the paper man to wait while I sent Miao Yu'er to the room to rest.
After saying that, I picked up the unconscious Miao Yu'er and walked towards the side room.
One of the bedrooms on the right side of the house has a light on.
I pushed open the door and found Xie Mancang sitting next to a bed, guarding Miao Guangyang's parents who were lying on the bed.
Xie Mancang immediately stood up and greeted me respectfully.
I nodded, closed the door, and went to another room.
Soon I found Miao Yuer's boudoir, put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then turned back to the main room.
I didn't even bother to put on some clothes. The wound on my arm was no longer bleeding.
Paperman Xu threw away the cold ginger tea in the cup and poured me another cup of hot tea.
I took it, not caring that the tea was still hot, and drank it in one sip. My stomach was burning, and my whole body felt much warmer.
Facing Paperman Xu's questioning gaze, I straightened my thoughts and told Paperman Xu everything I had just encountered in detail, focusing on my analysis of the man in the morgue and the incident of Miao Guangyang's wife. The fierceness of the time...
Paperman Xu's expression changed from solemn to gloomy.
"Mr. Feng Shui rarely fights to the death, because it is difficult for anyone to kill the other. The consequences will be endless. I don't know where Miao Guangyang came from. This kind of enemy came to harm him because he was sure that he would die." His whole family..."
"Just because he has given you such a great opportunity, Uncle Xu will join you in fighting that person. But Yin and Yang, you can't be indecisive, you must eradicate the root!"
I frowned and my mind was very confused.
What Paper Man Xu said is absolutely right...
Feng Shui masters either don't fight, but once they start fighting, there must be a life-or-death outcome, otherwise there will be endless trouble...
But killing people is just like causing people to lose their souls, which damages their moral character.
Jiang Yihong also taught me that living people have their own rules, and dead people have their own rules. If a living person makes trouble, they should be dealt with in the appropriate place.
In ancient times, there were government offices, and now there are police stations. This type of people is called Yang Cha.
It’s just that he also told me that in troubled times, it’s hard to fully trust people because of the uneven situation, so I have to make a good judgment on myself.
After thinking for a long time, I explained these rules to Paperman Xu.
After hearing this, Paperman Xu looked slightly hesitant, then shook his head and said, "This gentleman has too many rules, and he is almost as sad as the monks in the temple."
I smiled bitterly, lowered my head and thought for a moment, and then told the paper man Xu.
People will definitely have to deal with them. As for how to do it in the end, it depends on the situation.
Now that person might come to do something on his own, or he might continue to do something secretly.
Let's wait for Miao Guangyang's parents and Miao Yu'er to wake up first, understand the situation with them, and then think about countermeasures in detail.
Paperman Xu nodded and asked me to find an empty room to rest. Huang Qi was worried about guarding the door alone.
I didn't refuse. Xu, the paper man, is a paper maker who works day and night, but night is when he is most energetic.
He took the big black wooden box he had put down before and walked to the other side of the main room. There was an empty room there, which seemed to belong to Miao Guangyang.
There is a pen and inkstone on the neat desk, as well as some drawn talisman papers.
There are also some bronze mirrors, landscape paintings and other decorations hanging on the walls.
It's just that these landscape paintings are far inferior to those in Jiang Yihong's home.
Before I went to bed to rest, I took out a clean Tang suit from the big black wooden box and planned to change into it.
When I took off this rag, I suffered a lot.
Because the wound was scabbed with blood and the rag was stuck together, the wound was torn open again when I took it off, causing a lot of blood.
I used the vaginal scissors to select a piece of clean cloth and cut it out. I bandaged my arm a little, then got on the bed and sat down against the wall.
I didn't feel sleepy for a while, as the death of Miao Guangyang's wife and the feeling I had in the morgue at the end echoed in my mind.
I took out the Zhai Sutra and looked down at it again, especially the part about the morgue.
I read through it for a while to consolidate my memory, and I also read part of the content about Chengsha.
What makes me wary is that this part of the description contains records that people with special birth dates and horoscopes commit suicide in a haunted house in extreme despair, which will create a special evil spirit.
The coexistence of this kind of evil spirit and the evil spirit of the corpse will make things worse.
It's just that I don't know the birthday of Miao Guangyang's wife, so I can't be sure whether she has such evil spirits.
If the two overlap, the trouble will be huge, and the possibility of letting her rest in peace is slim...
Drowsiness gradually came over me, so I put the book away, placed it close to my body, and then fell asleep against the pillow.
As soon as I lay down, I felt that my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't open them any more. After struggling for a while, my consciousness began to become a little blurry.
There was a sudden chill beside the bed, and then a hand touched my eyes. With this gentle touch, my consciousness completely disappeared.
Then there was a dreamless night.
When I regained consciousness and woke up and opened my eyes, it was already dawn and the sun was shining in through the window.
Sitting up, I stretched my muscles and subconsciously turned my head to glance at my injured arm.
I couldn't help but be startled because the bandage on my arm had already been changed.
The wound was neatly wrapped with a piece of white cloth, with dark green herbal mud still inside.
And there is almost no pain in the wound...
I subconsciously looked at the bedside and saw the cloth shoes under the bed, with the toes facing the bed.
My heart couldn't help but tremble. Sure enough, my mother came last night.
So is this bandage her, or is it Xu the paper man?
I rolled out of bed, put on my shoes, shook my head, and completely dispelled my sleepiness.
After sitting for a long time, I got up and walked to the front of the house and pushed out the door.
The sun is shining brightly in the courtyard, but the ground is very muddy. It rained really hard last night.
There was a man sitting next to the well in the corner of the yard. It was the old man who was haunted by the evil spirit last night, that is, Father Miao Guangyang. His eyes were cloudy and he was completely lost.
He looked up at me, his body trembled and his eyes were red.
It's a good thing that he woke up, but his reaction made me feel like he already knew something?
Looking towards the main room, I discovered that the paper figure Xu Hao was sitting at the table, but Miao Yu'er was actually lying on the floor.
I frowned, walked over quickly, and asked the paper man Xu hurriedly what was going on?
