Among the people present, only the police were not in the right place, thinking that Zhang Xiaoxia was missing her son so much that she was hallucinating. "Sister Zhang, Xiaobao is gone."
Zhang Xiaoxia looked at Zhao Xunchang and Chen Ling for help. A strange atmosphere suddenly arose between the three of them, as if there was some unspeakable secret hidden.
The policeman raised his hand to press down the brim of his hat, intending to finish asking the unfinished questions. He contacted Gao Qing's husband through various channels, hoping to get more information from other sources.
Coincidentally, Gao Qing’s husband’s surname is also Gao.
Mr. Gao drove over in less than twenty minutes after receiving the call. He was the well-dressed young man who had been kicked out by Gao Qing before.
After getting off the car, Mr. Gao did not rush into the house. Instead, he stood in the open space outside the villa and said something to the young man with a bun who had been following him. His fingers moved quickly and he looked quite irritable and impatient.
Chen Ling stood by the window and saw the two people come in from outside after three or five minutes. As soon as they entered the door, he heard Mr. Gao apologize to the police and said that his wife had a bad temper and asked him to bear with it.
A sneer of contempt came from the side. When he glanced sideways, he saw that his master, who had been silent all this time, was looking at the young man with a bun with a smile on his face.
The young man raised his eyelids and glanced over lazily, then took off the sandalwood bead from his left wrist and walked towards this side while muttering to himself.
As soon as he entered the door, he recognized that the old man and the child were in the same business as him. After they stopped, he took out a business card and handed it to them.
Chen Ling took it and took a look. The young man's surname was Wu and his name was Bufan.
The scope of his business is stated at the bottom of his business card. From geomancy to fortune-telling by bone scanning, there is nothing he doesn't know.
All-rounder.
Chen Ling calmly put the business card into his pocket, thinking of the ambiguous smile on his master's face, and felt that the Master Wu in front of him must be a man with a story.
Mr. Gao cooperated with the police very well. He answered whatever the police asked. When he encountered a question he couldn't answer, he politely said, "Please wait a moment, police officer. I will go ask my wife."
Turning his back, the smile on his face faded, his eyes were filled with helpless anger and fear of what was about to happen. Such intense emotions were hard to ignore.
When Mr. Gao's back disappeared on the stairs, Chen Ling tilted his head slightly and whispered, "Master, I think..."
"If I'm guessing correctly," a black figure rushed over, interrupting the conversation between the master and the apprentice. Chen Ling looked up and heard Master Wu standing in front of him again and said, "I guess you two are here for the Gao family's order."
After waiting for a while, seeing that the two did not speak, Master Wu knew that he had guessed correctly. He moved sideways to block the gaze of the police behind him and threatened in a low voice: "If you know what's good for you, leave here immediately."
Chen Ling: "Is Ms. Gao's child really that difficult to deal with?"
"He's a powerful figure. If you don't have enough power to deal with him, you're just courting death." Master Wu raised his chin and fiddled with the beads on his bracelet faster. "Don't give up your life for money."
Chen Ling: “…”
He was just making up a lie based on the quarrel he heard in the afternoon and Zhang Xiaoxia's description of the child, but he didn't expect that he would actually reveal the truth!
Zhao Xunchang touched his gray eyebrows, praised his young apprentice with his eyes for a good job, and told him to be patient.
His warning actually didn't work. Master Wu looked at the master and disciple with calm expressions and felt like he had punched cotton. Instead of scaring them away, he felt very aggrieved!
He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't blame me for not warning you if you get hurt or die," and stood back to his original position, standing in the same posture he had before Mr. Gao left.
Chen Ling was speechless. This was fucking his character. He was a cool master when the client was around, but once the client left, he became a territorial bully. He had never been in the outside world, so he really didn't know that retaining clients required not only scheming, but also acting skills.
Time passed minute by minute, and the second floor was extremely quiet. Neither Mr. Gao's footsteps nor Gao Qing's screams were heard.
The policeman couldn't sit still any longer: "I'll go up and take a look."
He quickly went up to the second floor, and a tightly closed door in front of him was forced open. Mr. Gao rushed out in horror. His foot seemed to be injured, and he stumbled and fell to the ground after taking a few steps.
Feeling a pair of warm hands pulling him up, Mr. Gao's distracted eyes trembled, and when he saw who was coming, he grabbed the policeman's arm and shouted in panic: "Go, go!"
That ghostly expression sent chills down one's spine. Out of some inexplicable intuition, the police followed his force and ran downstairs with him.
The living room was brightly lit and there were so many people there. Mr. Gao's emotions gradually stabilized, but no matter how the police asked him, he refused to talk about what happened on the second floor.
He held his forehead with his hand as he felt a splitting headache and said to the policeman, "Comrade policeman, I have already relayed your previous question to my wife, and she said she has no idea where Xiaobao's grave is."
The policeman wrote down every word, knowing that he had no need or reason to stay any longer, he looked at Zhang Xiaoxia with hesitation.
Without evidence, it is slander and defamation. Zhang Xiaoxia knew that she could not do anything with her one-sided statement. She sighed, forced a smile and said to the police, "Thank you for making this trip."
The police car parked outside the villa drove away quickly. Mr. Gao still wanted to talk to Master Wu alone, so he suppressed his fatigue and ordered the others to leave in a friendly manner.
Before leaving, Chen Ling suddenly turned back and gave a yellow talisman folded into a triangle.
"Mr. Gao, this is the talisman I drew to ward off evil spirits. Keep it with you. It's your apology for disturbing you when we came in."
Master Wu sneered as he stood behind Mr. Gao. To draw an exorcism talisman, one must inject one's own spiritual power into the talisman paper. The strength of the spiritual power requires not only years of dedicated practice, but also depends on the practitioner's talent.
What can a youngster who hasn't even fully grown his hair draw
Clearly a liar!
Mr. Gao thanked him lightly and threw the talisman onto the coffee table. Perhaps startled by something, he trembled a little, then quickly grabbed the triangular yellow talisman and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.
Chen Ling and his master sent Zhang Xiaoxia to her doorstep before leaving. The master and disciple walked one after the other on the country path.
Zhao Xunchang suddenly said, "Why didn't I know you could draw talismans?"
"I just drew this a few days ago." Chen Ling sighed, "My hands were numb and sore when I was drawing, and I had trouble writing. I almost made a mistake in one of the strokes!"
Zhao Xunchang felt so upset that he was vomiting blood. Back then, he was nearly forty years old before he could barely draw a complete basic talisman!
It is true that comparing yourself with others will make you angry.
"Nothing to do, practice diligently, and meditate more when you have nothing to do. When your magic power is higher, you will be able to paint smoothly." Zhao Xunchang paused for a moment and asked something else, "I haven't asked you in detail yet, how did you perform in your first job."
Chen Ling said modestly: "Maybe it's not very good, I recorded a video, you can take a look."
Zhao Xunchang took the phone handed to him by his young apprentice, and without dragging the progress bar, he carefully looked at every detail. Except for some minor flaws that could be ignored, it was quite good overall.
Seeing the look in his master's eyes, Chen Ling knew that he had passed the test. He couldn't help but straighten his back and chest, and pursed his lips to wait for praise.
Zhao Xunchang's evaluation was just two words: "Not bad."
The master is so strict, just one word "okay" means very good if rounded off!
Glancing at his smiling little apprentice, Zhao Xunchang held back his laughter and handed the phone back, "Don't be proud."
Chen Ling raised his hand and promised that he would work harder and not be arrogant or impatient.
Zhao Xunchang nodded with satisfaction, then suddenly changed the subject, put his arms behind his back, and said with a profound look, "If you have anything else to ask, just ask."
This kid glanced at him several times along the way, and he must be thinking about something.
"Master, you figured it out." Chen Ling felt a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and looked at his toes, thinking for a while, and asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for two days, "Master, do you think that the ancestor of the Jiang family has really entered the reincarnation cycle and been reborn?"
It would be better if he didn't mention it. As soon as he mentioned it, he would think of the wide robe covering his head. At that time, there was only darkness in his vision and buzzing voices in his ears.
Somehow, he thought of the brides in ancient times, who were always covered with veils and watched by people all the way!
"What are you doubting?" Zhao Xunchang asked bluntly.
Chen Ling said directly: "Since I took over the Jiang family's order, strange things have started to happen around me. And there were so many people present, how did that piece of clothing fly to my head?"
Zhao Xunchang showed a rare hesitation: "In fact, I discussed this matter carefully with your uncles this afternoon, and their answers..."
What follows is a little hard to say.
Chen Ling opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Master, what did the uncles say?"
"You..." Zhao Xunchang suddenly felt that he was in such a difficult situation. He took a few deep breaths and spoke with difficulty in the innocent eyes of his good disciple: "You have been favored by the ancestor of the Jiang family."
Chen Ling: “…”
Zhao Xunchang: "Strictly speaking, if the husband has passed away, the wife who is still alive must hold the ashes for him. If it is a body, the wife must hold the tablet of the deceased husband and walk in front of the coffin. The same principle applies to relocating graves."
Chen Ling: “…”