"My wife and I have a regular sleep schedule. We go to bed around 10:30 every night, and it was the same last night."
"Because my wife was frightened in the morning, she was restless and trembling all day long. She didn't dare to turn off the lights when she went to bed at night." Yuan Yongxiang pinched his fingers, with obvious fear on his face. "It was around eleven or twenty. My wife said she wanted to drink water, so I accompanied her downstairs to get a glass of water. When we reached the corridor on the second floor, my wife suddenly stopped. She said she heard a creaking sound, like the sound of the legs of a rocking chair rolling over the floor."
"Do you have one at home?" Chen Ling asked.
"Yes." Yuan Yongxiang said, "My mother loved lying on the reclining chair and looking at the scenery outside through the French windows."
He lowered his head, feeling restless and wanting to smoke again.
Chen Ling saw through it and whispered, "Go ahead, it's okay."
Yuan Yongxiang politely thanked him, lit a cigarette and took a puff. The smell of the cigarette soothed his heart. "I actually heard it at the time, but I didn't think too much about it. I thought it was a sound coming from outside. After listening to my wife, I was sure that the sound seemed to come from the first floor."
"Mr. Chen, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. I was a little scared at the time. I asked my wife to stay where she was, and I went downstairs alone to check..."
There were usually lights around the Yuan family's villa, but that night, Yuan Yongxiang felt that it was very dark outside the window. The faint moonlight shone in, drawing a vague outline of a chair on the ground.
Yuan Yongxiang remembered that as he slowly approached, the creaking sound became louder and louder.
When he walked around the Roman columns in the living room and came to the floor-to-ceiling window, he saw the rocking chair rocking back and forth violently, as if someone was sitting on it.
Crunch, crunch, each blow hit his heart.
He even felt that he seemed to see an old man sitting on it, turning back and smiling at him kindly.
Yuan Yongxiang rubbed his eyes hard, then looked again, but there was nothing.
The rocking amplitude of the rocking chair gradually decreased, and finally stopped.
Yuan Yongxiang looked at the motionless rocking chair and felt cold all over. The doors and windows of the house were closed, and there was no sign of the nanny. Who made the chair rock? He shuddered and walked back quickly.
Just as he stepped on the stairs and was about to go up, his wife suddenly appeared on the railing on the second floor.
She screamed madly, grabbing the railing with a look of terror, as if she didn't realize she was on the second floor. She raised her foot and stepped down, then flipped directly from the second floor.
Fortunately, the place where my wife fell was facing the sofa, which served as a buffer.
After falling, the man rolled off the sofa to the ground, hit his head on the corner of the table, and started bleeding profusely on the spot.
At this moment, the nanny and the driver who had fallen asleep were awakened. They hurried out from the servants' room on the first floor and were startled to see the woman collapsed on the ground. Together with Yuan Yongxiang, they carefully picked her up and sent her to the hospital.
It was a private hospital, and on weekdays, all Yuan family members received treatment here for any illness, big or small.
Because the doctors here are good and the environment is good, the hospital is still overcrowded even though the fees are high. Fortunately, the single room that Yuan's family often used was still empty. After a detailed examination, his wife was sent to the ward.
Yuan Yongxiang asked the driver to bring some toiletries and simple clothes, intending to keep watch all night.
It was a fright and an accident late at night. He was very tired and soon fell asleep on the sofa with his arms folded.
He didn't know how long it had been before he was awakened by a strange noise and suddenly opened his eyes.
The light in the ward was dim and he could not see clearly. He only felt that there seemed to be a bent person standing at the head of his wife's bed. Yuan Yongxiang was terrified and his heart was pounding. It was not until his wife screamed that he came to his senses, sat up suddenly and turned on the light in the ward.
The wife lay on the bed wailing, holding her head tightly with both hands, and screamed: "Here she comes again! My head hurts so much, she is torturing me on purpose!"
Yuan Yongxiang quickly ran over and pressed the call bell, then took his wife's hands away from her head and was immediately shocked.
The bandage on his wife's head was still intact, but blood kept oozing out. Under his gaze, the snow-white bandage quickly turned bright red.
The doctor and nurse on duty arrived quickly. After the doctor removed the bandage, he looked stunned.
“What happened to this wound…” The wound that had been sutured well suddenly opened again, and the sutures were removed.
The strangest thing was that, if he remembered correctly, the patient's wound was not so big when he first entered the hospital.
Yuan Yongxiang had never left the ward, so he naturally saw this strange scene. He was the one who picked up the person from the ground, so he was naturally aware of the size of the wound. At this moment, the wound on his wife's forehead was obviously twice as big as before, as if it had been torn open alive!
There was no choice, so at four in the morning, my wife was sent to the operating room again for re-cleaning and suture.
When the matter was over and he was checked back into the ward, it was already daybreak. Yuan Yongxiang was in no mood to sleep anymore, so he called the company, canceled all meetings for the day, and planned to stay in the hospital.
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"Fortunately, nothing happened afterwards. It was just that my wife refused to go home or stay in the hospital. Now she has moved into the old house left by her parents." After telling the story, Yuan Yongxiang let out a long sigh, letting out all the depression in his heart, and felt extremely relieved.
On the other end, the fat boss rubbed his hands anxiously. He didn't know what the two people were talking about and was afraid that they were saying bad things about his own cemetery.
He glanced at the water in the staff's hand, snatched it away, and brought it to the two of them: "You two, drink some water."
Yuan Yongxiang glanced at him and shook his head to refuse.
Thinking of Chen Ling's dissuasion about moving the grave, he said to the fat boss: "I won't move the grave today. I'll go back and choose a suitable day to move it."
"This..." The fat boss knew that if he tried to persuade him to stay, he would really annoy him, so he had to give in. "Okay, since you insist on doing this, I will arrange the temple for you when you move the grave."
"No need." Yuan Yongxiang glanced at Chen Ling and said, "I have my own arrangements, so I won't bother you. As for the money, you don't have to return it, but you have to erase the name on the tombstone. It doesn't make sense for one person to have two tombs."
"Yes, yes, yes, we'll do everything according to what you said, Mr. Yuan." The fat boss was very happy. He didn't have to return the money, as long as he didn't offend anyone completely.
Yuan Yongxiang didn't want to stay any longer and just wanted Chen Ling to visit his home as soon as possible.
He called the two people standing in front of his mother's grave and called them back. He smiled politely at Chen Ling and said, "Mr. Chen, is it convenient for you to come to my house now?"
Chen Ling had no choice but to nod and sent a message to his ancestor, saying that he had to go to a new client's home and would not be able to return for a while.
The phone screen went off quickly, so he turned it on again and waited until the screen went off again, but still no reply came.
Chen Ling put away his phone and said to Yuan Yongxiang, "Okay, let's go."
During the conversation on the way, we learned that except for a younger brother, all of Mrs. Yuan's parents were gone. Her parents were ordinary working class people, and they had no extra money left. They only had an old house for the two siblings to share.
Mrs. Yuan was rich and had no need for the house, so she gave it directly to her brother.
With the help of Mr. Yuan, Mrs. Yuan's younger brother Shen Mingliang got a position in Yuan's company. His life was getting better and better, and he had already bought a house in a newly built community.
So this old house became completely vacant.
When Mr. Yuan and Chen Ling arrived, Mrs. Yuan was huddled in the room. The nanny and the driver were both there, one cooking in the kitchen and the other watching TV in the crowded living room.
Seeing the boss coming back, the driver hurried forward to report: "Sir, my wife has not come out of the room, and I haven't heard any sound. She may still be sleeping."
Yuan Yongxiang turned around and said to Chen Ling, "She has been lying in bed sleeping since she came back from the hospital yesterday morning. Mr. Chen, wait a moment, I'll go call her out."
"Okay." Chen Ling nodded and began to look around.
The room was filled with a heavy gloomy aura, which was almost all coming from the direction of Mrs. Yuan's room. He frowned and hurried after her, "Mr. Yuan, do you mind if I go in and take a look?"
"This..." Yuan Yongxiang hesitated. Would it be bad to let his wife meet a stranger in her untidy clothes
Chen Ling said coldly: "The yin energy in your wife's room is very strong."
When Yuan Yongxiang heard this, he was so shocked that he pushed the door open and saw everything inside. He was so horrified that his eyes and mouth opened wide, and his chest heaved violently.
Chen Ling walked past him and went straight to the bed. There was a large piece of skin missing from Mrs. Yuan's forehead, and the bloody red flesh was exposed.
He raised his hand and touched the unconscious woman. His fingertips landed on the artery on the side of her neck. It was warm and the pulse was clear. "She's still alive. Call an ambulance!"
Yuan Yongxiang shuddered and hurriedly took out his cell phone.
Accidentally, the phone fell to the ground.
In the end, it was the driver who helped him pick up the phone and successfully contacted the emergency center.
The driver was curious, so he tiptoed to take a look inside. He was so frightened that he almost fainted. There was so much blood that it even dyed the pillow red.
His heart was pounding and he became more and more frightened. How come his wife didn't make any sound when such a large piece of skin was missing from her face
The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, so I quickly went to find the babysitter and told her what had happened.
The nanny paused after hearing this, and her eyes moved to the red meat being chopped on the chopping board. She felt sick. She threw away the kitchen knife and quickly ran to the sink to wash her hands, chanting "Amitabha". "This is such a sin. How could this happen?"
"Excuse me." Chen Ling suddenly walked in and startled the two of them.
The nanny patted her chest, knowing that this was the person the master brought back, and said in a very good manner: "Little brother, what's the matter?"
Chen Ling said bluntly: "I want to ask, have you been in this house all this time without going out?"
"I went out to buy groceries and came back around 10:30 in the morning. The driver was still here the whole time." The nanny said and looked at the driver.
The driver was frightened just now, and now he was suddenly questioned. He immediately thought that Yuan Yongxiang might have suspected that he did it and sent someone to investigate. He hurriedly denied it: "It has nothing to do with me. I didn't even enter that room!"
"Relax, I don't mean to doubt you." Chen Ling comforted, "I just want to know if you heard any noises."
How could Mrs. Yuan not make any sound when such a large piece of skin was torn off her face? Even if she couldn't make any sound, she should at least struggle.
It was so strange that it was so quiet.
The driver breathed a sigh of relief knowing that he was not doubted.
He recalled carefully with a tense face, shook his head after a while and said, "No, there was no sound at all."
Chen Ling: “Really?”
When asked this, the driver began to doubt whether he had remembered it clearly and began to reminisce again.
After a moment, he suddenly hissed, his eyes becoming somewhat complicated: "I seemed to have heard a little noise, rustling, as if my wife was walking on the floor in slippers. The TV was on in the living room at the time, so I couldn't hear it clearly."
Chen Ling: "And then?"
Driver: “No more.”
Chen Ling rubbed his eyebrows and said nothing. He returned to the room. Mr. Yuan stood on the ground in a daze. He wanted to get closer but didn't dare to, as he was afraid that moving casually would affect his wife's health.
Hearing footsteps, he turned around and said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Chen, what is going on... You just said that the room is full of yin energy. Is it true that my mother has been here?"
Chen Ling glanced at the woman on the bed: "Probably."
Mrs. Yuan's face was tilted inward, with a slightly gloomy look between her brows. Apart from that, the white of her eyes that appeared at the corners were shrouded in bloodshot.
Chen Ling: "Mrs. Yuan is being entangled by your mother. Besides that..."
He leaned closer, and Mr. Yuan reflexively grabbed him and said, "Mr. Chen, what are you going to do?"
How could a ghost haunt another person for no reason? Chen Ling wanted to learn from his ancestors and smell whether the other person had a bloody aura. If so, then Mrs. Yuan was likely involved in the death of Yuan Yongxiang's mother.
"I seem to see a bit of bad luck between Mrs. Yuan's eyebrows, and I want to get closer to take a closer look." After saying this, Chen Ling felt the hand holding him loosened.
Only then was he able to get closer again.
Unfortunately, nothing was smelled except the smell of Mrs. Yuan's own blood.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door in the living room. The medical staff from the emergency center ran in as soon as the door was opened, carefully placed Mrs. Yuan on the stretcher, and carried her down the narrow corridor.
Chen Ling followed closely with Yuan Yongxiang. As soon as they got down to the first floor, they saw a lot of people gathered around the ambulance, all there to watch the fun.
When someone saw the unconscious Mrs. Yuan, they exclaimed, "Isn't this Shen Mingyue from the Shen family? Tsk tsk tsk, what happened to her face? Half a piece of skin is missing."
"Keep your voice down!" someone scolded the person who was speaking.
"I didn't say anything shameful about their family. Why are you whispering so quietly?"
The voice was very loud, especially the word "scandal", it was impossible for Yuan Yongxiang not to hear it.
After getting in the car, he said to Chen Ling awkwardly, "They must be talking about Shen Mingliang, my wife's brother. He used to be a gambler and alcoholic, and he owed a lot of debts. The last time he was caught by the creditor, he almost had his hands chopped off, and I had to pay off his debts for him."
"What happened later? Did he still gamble?" Chen Ling asked.
"No more gambling, no more drinking." Thinking of his brother-in-law, Yuan Yongxiang felt a little relieved. "That kid was confused for a while before, but now he has turned over a new leaf and goes to work honestly every day."
Once you become addicted to anything, it is very difficult to quit, and it requires a very strong willpower.
Chen Ling was somewhat surprised: "It seems that he has a strong will."
"Indeed, when he first came to my company, he knew nothing and studied very hard every day. Sometimes, even when everyone in the company had left, he was still working overtime."
From Yuan Yongxiang's expression and tone when he spoke, it can be felt that he has a good relationship with his brother-in-law.
The driver in front interrupted: "Mingliang is a serious worker and a good person. He even did me a small favor."
Chen Ling nodded: "He is a good man."
Yuan Yongxiang probably thought of his wife and sighed, "Mingyue, oh, that's my wife. She takes good care of my mother. Why does my mother not want to bother anyone but her?"
Chen Ling had no evidence in his hand, so it was hard to say that there was something wrong with Mrs. Yuan. "Maybe it's because the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law have a deep affection for each other."
Yuan Yongxiang smiled bitterly, held his forehead tiredly, and stopped talking.
After arriving at the hospital, Mrs. Yuan was pushed into the ward again and temporarily placed there.
The bed had just stopped and the nurse was bending over to fix the wheels underneath when the person who was lying peacefully on the bed suddenly screamed and sat up.
"I'm going to skin her alive! I'm going to skin her alive!"
"Let me go, that evil woman, that devil! I'm going to tear her face off!"
"All of you get out of here! I'm going to kill that old bastard!"
Mrs. Yuan was very strong. She broke free from the doctors who tried to push her back into the bed, got out of the bed screaming like crazy, opened the door of the ward and rushed out.
Mr. Yuan, who had just walked to the door of the ward, was bumped into by someone rushing out. He looked down and saw his wife's face with half of the skin missing. He screamed in fright.
He took two steps back, and only realized that it was his wife when the figure in the nightgown was gone. He quickly chased after her with the doctors and nurses.
Mrs. Yuan stumbled into the elevator, and her crazy appearance scared everyone in the elevator so much that they ran out.
She kept pressing the door closing button with her fingers until the two metal doors were completely closed, then she backed away and leaned against the cold elevator wall, feeling deflated.
Mrs. Yuan slowly squatted down, hugged herself with her hands, and opened her eyes wide, as if she could see clearly the potential invisible dangers around her.
The elevator was dead silent. The narrow, enclosed space magnified the suffocating silence, making the breathing sounds inside very clear.
Mrs. Yuan stood up in panic and covered her mouth and nose tightly.
The breathing sound was not coming from her, it was from someone else!
She shrank into the corner, with the entire elevator within her field of vision.
The breathing came again, the cold breath brushing her cheek.
At this time, Mrs. Yuan finally felt the pain on her face, but she had no time to care about it. The person opposite her breathed very hard, as if she couldn't breathe.
She was very familiar with this voice. She had heard it just five days ago. It was a voice she could always hear whenever she passed by Yuan Yongxiang's mother.
The breath always had the unique strange smell of old people, which made her feel sick and she couldn't help but want to stay away.