"Dad, it's done." Xie Bowen handed the last candle figure to Meng Zezhi.
Meng Zezhi took it, skillfully picked up the burnt embroidery needle with tweezers, made a small black hole in the little man's stomach, and then put the little man into the sink.
Seventy-six candle figures were neatly placed in the sink, looking a little oozing.
Meng Zezhi took out a piece of talisman and stuck it on the water outlet of the faucet. Finally, he turned the valve on, and the tap water fell into the sink along the talisman, and soon submerged the little candle in the sink and overflowed.
After doing this, he pulled out the towel from the shelf and wiped the water off his hands.
Han Daqin took the opportunity to come up and said, "Uncle Xie, did Hou Wanhua offend you?"
"Yeah." Meng Zezhi responded calmly: "By the way, why are you free to come to me today?"
Hearing this, Han Daqin immediately put Hou Wanhua's affairs behind him, and he said embarrassingly, "Isn't this about Wan Zihuai?"
It wasn't that he didn't believe in Meng Zezhi's ability, but it was because the events that day were too terrifying, and he cherished his life.
So he came out of the hospital on the front foot, and went to visit several famous masters on the back foot, wondering if he could ask them to help take the old ghost away.
He didn't want to live in fear every day.
When they first entered the door, these so-called masters put on airs, but as soon as they heard that they were dealing with a hundred-year-old ghost, they immediately changed their faces.
This time, Han Daqin was even more afraid.
So after going around in circles, he finally reached out to Meng Zezhi.
"Uncle Xie, you can see that your injuries are healed. Shouldn't it be time to take care of that old ghost?" Han Daqin said.
"Why, I'm in a hurry." Meng Zezhi put the towel back on the shelf and reached for the water glass on the table.
"It's not." Han Daqin saw it, took the first step to pick up the water glass, and handed it to Meng Zezhi with both hands.
"This matter can't be rushed." Meng Zezhi reached out to take it, raised his head and drank it, and then continued: "If you are afraid, you might as well go abroad and hide."
"I, I..." Han Daqin was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't help but start to think about the feasibility of this matter.
"It's just human nature." Meng Zezhi said, "I'll get you a few amulets. As long as you stay far away from Wan Zihuai, you will be safe."
"Good good."
Meng Zezhi took a wooden box from the bookshelf and took out ten amulets, five for Han Daqin and five for Xie Bowen.
Han Daqin took it excitedly, Xie Bowen said nothing, he looked determined: "I'll stay in the capital, with you."
Meng Zezhi meant to tell him to go abroad with Han Daqin to avoid it.
But Xie Bowen has always been filial and did not want to run away alone, leaving his father alone in danger.
"That's fine." Meng Zezhi didn't ask for it, he asked himself that he still had the ability to protect Xie Bowen, and he was more at ease when people stayed under his nose: "But you take the talisman for self-defense. "
"good."
"By the way," Meng Zezhi remembered something. He held a fan and looked at Han Daqin: "Before that, I have to ask you to do me a favor."
"You said." Han Daqin said quickly.
"I beg your pardon, how did Lu Huaijin die?" Meng Zezhi said.
There was always a question in his heart.
Lu Huaijin died, and the one who was married became Wan Zihuai who occupied his body. This is not difficult to explain. As long as Wan Zihuai and Lu Huaijin have the same birth date, it is not without the possibility of yin and yang.
The problem now is that Wan Zihuai was reborn at the stall formed by a yin marriage, that is to say, Lu Huaijin died a second ago.
How did he die
Scared to death? Or is there something else strange
"Okay, I'll go check it now." Han Daqin replied repeatedly.
After leaving the gate of Duan's house, Han Daqin thought about it and instructed the driver: "Go, go to Shangcheng Group first."
Shangcheng Group is Duan Congyan's business.
"I think you don't stay in the country, go abroad with me to avoid it." Han Daqin took the water handed by the secretary, raised his head and drank it, and then continued: "You and Xie Guangsheng's family are close, just I'm afraid of implicated you... It's not that I don't believe in Xie Guangsheng's ability, I also want to be kind, but I'm afraid, look at my neck, the scars left by the red-clothed ghost have not gone away!"
Duan Congyan subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he didn't know why, so he could only say: "I'm gone, what about the company?"
"My brother, earning money is not as important as life-saving..." Han Daqin said anxiously.
As he was talking, a cool breeze hit his spine along the soles of his feet.
Han Daqin shrank his neck subconsciously: "Congyan, is the air conditioner in your office broken? Why do I feel cold behind me?"
Then only a bang was heard, Duan Congyan stood up from the office chair, his eyes looked through Han Daqin, his hands suddenly clenched into fists, and a heart followed in his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe: " Han Daqin—"
"What's wrong?" Han Daqin didn't know why, so he followed his line of sight and looked behind him, facing a face with the whites of his eyes rolled up and his facial features weeping blood.
Han Daqin's legs were weak, he sucked in a breath of cold air, and he shuddered: "Cong, Congyan, me, me, he, he..."
The next moment, a pair of thin hands pinched his neck.
"Cough, cough..." Han Daqin desperately beat the hand around his neck and rolled his eyes up: "Save, save..."
Duan Congyan came back to his senses, grabbed the notebook on the table and threw it at the hanged ghost.
Unpredictable, the Hanged Ghost was smashed by the notebook, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and he turned to look at Duan Congyan behind the desk.
Duan Congyan involuntarily took two steps back, then grabbed the teacup at hand and smashed it on the hanged ghost's forehead again.
The ghostly aura around the hanged ghost instantly rose a few centimeters, apparently pissed off by Duan Congyan's ignorant provocation, only to hear a plop, Han Daqin was thrown out by him, and then flew towards Duan Congyan with a sneer.
"Cough, cough..." Han Daqin covered his throat, grabbed the ground with his head, and coughed desperately.
He finally regained his breath. He turned his head to look in the direction of the desk. Between tears, he only saw Duan Congyan being strangled by the hanged ghost and raised in mid-air.
"Hold-"
Han Daqin hoarse his throat and cursed inwardly, as if he had remembered something, he rolled and ran to the sofa, hurriedly grabbed the document bag above, and took out a yellow talisman from it.
Looking at these yellow talismans, Han Daqin's eyes lit up, he gritted his teeth, got up from the ground with difficulty, and rushed towards the hanged ghost crookedly.
Before he could get close, the hanged ghost who reacted to grab his neck again.
But he didn't want the moment when his hand touched Han Daqin, a golden light suddenly shot out from the yellow talisman in Han Daqin's hand, smashing hard on his body.
Immediately after, the hanged ghost flew out and smashed hard on the filing cabinet.
Unpredictable, Duan Congyan fell from the air.
"what-"
The hanged ghost knelt on the shards of glass on the ground, black smoke billowing from his body, and howling.
Seeing that the talisman was effective, Han Daqin's eyes lit up. With all his strength, he rushed towards the hanged ghost, stuck the talisman on him, and pressed him firmly under him.
"what-"
With a twisted face and black smoke billowing from his body, the Hanged Ghost said with hatred, "I'm going to kill you, kill you... ah..."
Gradually, the resentful voice subsided, until it disappeared without a trace.
Han Daqin turned over and saw that the hanged ghost was gone, leaving only a black powder on the ground.
"Huh!" He closed his eyes and sighed heavily.
The secretary arrived late, and immediately saw Duan Congyan who was half-kneeling on the ground, holding his right wrist, with a pale face, she exclaimed: "General Manager."
She hurried forward and helped Duan Congyan up from the ground: "How are you?"
"It's okay, just twisted the wrist." Duan Congyan breathed slightly.
"I'll take you to the hospital." The secretary said quickly.
"Ok."
When Meng Zezhi arrived, Duan Congyan and his group just came out of the hospital.
"Uncle Xie!" Seeing Meng Zezhi, Han Daqin just came back to his senses, and his eyes turned red when he remembered that he had escaped from death again.
"Sorry, it's my fault for not thinking well enough to make you all startled." Meng Zezhi looked apologetic. Of course, this was mainly for Duan Congyan.
Duan Congyan was on a business trip out of town two days ago, and when he returned to the capital this morning, Meng Zezhi never had a chance to deliver the amulet to him. Unexpectedly, because of this omission at this time, Duan Congyan got into trouble.
"It should be my fault. That Specter was originally aimed at me, and I took him to Congyan's office..." Han Daqin said a little embarrassedly.
"It's okay, it's a blessing, not a disaster, it's a disaster that can't be avoided." Although Duan Congyan had lingering fears, he also knew that Han Daqin had come to him because he was thinking of him.
"Li Wenhuan is a lunatic. I'm not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. For your safety, you should stay at home during this time." Meng Zezhi suggested.
"Okay." Duan Congyan responded.
"Uncle Xie, otherwise, I'll move to your place as well." Having experienced such a situation, Han Daqin dared not bring up the matter of the country again.
"Alright."
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