The old lady of the Yuan family died peacefully, but the circumstances of her death were so strange that it is easy to wonder whose lives were lost in the deaths of Mrs. Yuan and her brother Shen Mingliang.
But Chen Ling couldn't figure it out: "What are they trying to do?"
Killing people is nothing more than for money, power, love, and revenge.
Judging from Yuan Yongxiang's attitude when talking about his mother, he should not be stingy with money towards her in daily life.
Power? The Yuan family is in business, not politics. If they are after the decision-making power of the company, Mrs. Yuan is nearly 90 years old and has already entered her twilight years. She does not have a high degree or business acumen, and she should have nothing to do with Yuan Yongxiang's company.
Then there are only the last two things left: love and hatred.
When standing at the door of the ward, Chen Ling clearly heard Mrs. Yuan cursing the old man. Could it be that the relationship between them was not as harmonious as it appeared
In order to maintain the integrity of the family and not let their son feel uncomfortable, there are mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law who appear to be harmonious on the surface but are secretly at odds with each other.
He finished eating the shrimp and wiped his mouth: "Do you think Shen Mingliang invited that Taoist priest to come here to kill him?"
It has been confirmed by our ancestors that the Shen siblings were involved in the death of Old Madam Yuan, and among them, Madam Yuan did not seem to be brave enough to challenge the evil spirit.
As an accomplice, Shen Mingliang couldn't silence his own sister, so he could only turn around and get rid of Old Lady Yuan.
As long as the old lady dies, Mrs. Yuan will be able to return to normal and will no longer speak nonsense due to shock.
"It should be." He touched the corner of the young man's lips with his fingertips and wiped off some oil stains.
Chen Ling's face flushed, and he grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth again, then stretched his face over and asked, "Are there any more? Did you wipe it clean?"
Jiang Yu looked at the pair of lips that were red from the spiciness, suddenly moved closer, put his lips against hers, pried open her teeth with his tongue and searched her wantonly.
He retracted his attack and commented calmly, "It tastes good. No wonder you want to eat it every now and then."
Chen Ling covered his mouth and stared in shock. This was in public! How come the old ancestor was becoming more and more out of line
He turned his head and happened to catch some gazes looking over at him.
Those gazes were full of passion and excitement, and of course, some were filled with rejection and disgust.
Chen Ling glared at Jiang Yu in a warning tone: "You can touch me in a small way outside, but you can't talk to me in a big way."
Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows, "You wouldn't dare to talk to me like this before."
Yes, especially in the beginning, I was so scared that I didn’t dare to say anything harsh.
Chen Ling looked into the man's eyes and said, "Isn't this what you are used to?"
Jiang Yu hummed softly, stretched out his hand and pinched the young man's face: "Yes, I'm used to it, I am willing to accept it."
Chen Ling curled his lips, took the man's hand away and stood up from the stool, "Let's go back."
Jiang Yu stood up and followed, walking side by side with the young man. He moved his fingertips, cast a barrier to block out the surrounding prying eyes and sounds, and started talking about Li Daoxuan.
"I have checked the Book of Life and Death. Li Daoxuan still has more than 30 years to live. This morning, I also went to the Special Investigation Department privately to confirm that he has not been possessed by another body, nor has he been possessed by an evil spirit."
"Hmm?" Chen Ling stopped, "Then he has no problem?"
But he believed in Jiang Yu's intuition that there must be something wrong with someone that even his ancestors didn't like.
Jiang Yu's eyes darkened slightly, and a faint light flashed in his eyes, "Maybe, but it still needs to be confirmed."
The old Taoist priest was no longer outside Mrs. Yuan's ward. He must have gone in.
Chen Ling walked in with Jiang Yu in a swagger. Mrs. Yuan, who was drinking tea with her brother, was stunned for a moment, but soon returned to her normal expression and asked with a smile, "Mr. Chen, who is this?"
"My colleague." Chen Ling added, "and my boyfriend."
The atmosphere between lovers and some of the intimate and subtle actions when they are together cannot be concealed, so it is better to make things clear at the beginning to avoid being seen being ambiguous and having to waste extra time and effort to make things right.
Jiang Yu curled his lips slightly and poked Chen Ling's back with his fingers dishonestly from behind.
Chen Ling took a step forward as if nothing had happened, pretending not to notice the strange look in Mrs. Yuan's eyes, and asked in a low voice: "I see that you look much better."
"Yes." Mrs. Yuan's eyes were full of amazement when Jiang Yu came in, but now there was only rejection. She turned her eyes away and moved to the side of the bed as if she was afraid of being infected with the virus, trying to stay away from Chen Ling.
Chen Ling glanced at her indifferently, and suddenly he exclaimed, as if he remembered something important. "I was in a hurry to go out just now, and I forgot to tell you that Mr. Yuan asked me to tell you that he felt that there was something strange about Mrs. Yuan's death, so he went back to check the surveillance."
Mrs. Yuan's face turned pale, and her hand in the cup trembled. She raised her head and said with a smile, "How could he have such a strange idea? He was there when Mom died."
Chen Ling shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know about that." He shifted his gaze to the old Taoist, then looked at Shen Mingliang, "Mr. Shen, is this old man you invited to do this?"
"My sister has been afraid of ghosts since she was a child. Now that something like this has happened, of course I have to ask a master to come and take a look." He sighed, "Even if it's just for psychological comfort."
Shen Mingliang paused after he finished speaking, and slightly widened his eyes: "My sister told me that you were invited by my brother-in-law..."
"Yes." Chen Ling did not hide it and said with a smile, "In fact, the old man and I are in the same line of work."
The old Taoist was stunned, as if he had not expected such a thing. However, no matter how he looked at him, he felt that this boy was very ordinary. He did not have any aura that a sorcerer should have. He looked more like a good student.
He breathed out through his nose, making a humming sound, and looked out the window with his arms folded across his chest.
It was very impolite for a family to invite two Taoists to solve the problem at the same time. The old Taoist felt that it was really an insult to Shen Mingliang to invite him here rashly without clarifying the matter.
Shen Mingliang also realized this problem. He sat down next to the old Taoist priest and said kindly, "Uncle, I didn't know about this beforehand. If you are really angry, why don't you give me a beating?"
He had been in society for so long that he became very eloquent, and after a few words of apology with a smile, the old Taoist was somewhat moved.
Chen Ling had sharp ears, and was stunned when he heard the word "uncle". He lowered his head and sent a text message to Yuan Yongxiang, asking him if he knew that his wife had an uncle who was a Taoist priest who knew magic.
Yuan Yongxiang replied quickly: Mr. Chen, I have no idea about what you are talking about. My wife has never mentioned it to me!
Looking at the screen, Chen Ling could feel Yuan Yongxiang's anger and shock.
"Mr. Shen has an extraordinary temperament. Excuse me, could you tell us what your occupation is?" Jiang Yu's voice suddenly sounded, and Chen Ling was really surprised. This was the first time he heard the ancestor take the initiative to talk to a stranger.
Shen Mingliang was praised and in a good mood. He straightened his suit jacket and said, "I'm just a small financial manager in the company."
Jiang Yu smiled: "That's an important position."
Shen Mingliang's face froze for a moment, then he smiled as if nothing had happened and said, "It is quite important, so my brother-in-law put me in that position. After all, I am a family member, don't worry."
Jiang Yu looked like he agreed: "That's right."
Chen Ling's mouth twitched and he sat down next to the man. The sofa, which was not very long to begin with, suddenly became crowded with an adult man squeezed in.
Shen Mingliang didn't want to sit together with two homosexuals, so he stood up and pretended nothing had happened and returned to his sister's bedside.
Mrs. Yuan was not very satisfied with Chen Ling in the first place. She thought her husband must have been deceived and that was why he chose such an unreliable young man. Now that she knew that he was gay, she was even more disgusted and wanted to kick him out immediately.
She cast a glance at the two people on the sofa, curled her lips and huddled under the quilt, whispering to her brother, "I'm tired, I want to sleep for a while."
Shen Mingliang whispered, "Go to sleep."
He pulled the quilt up to cover Mrs. Yuan, and then brushed away the hair that had fallen on her cheek.
Realizing something, he froze, quickly withdrew his hand, and took out his cell phone to play.
Time passed by minute by minute, the air was quiet, and everything seemed to be in slow motion like in a movie, making people feel inexplicably depressed.
The curtains were blown by the wind, and the light-colored curtains fluttered high. Because the bed was next to the window, when the curtains were blown to the highest point and then fell down, they almost wrapped the entire bed.
Chen Ling's eyelids jumped and he looked up suddenly. A figure was standing in front of the bed, bending over, raising one hand and slowly reaching towards the person on the bed.
Just as he was about to stand up, Jiang Yu suddenly pulled him and said, "Don't worry about it."
Chen Ling turned his head again and the figure was gone. The woman lying on the hospital bed suddenly didn't realize what had just happened and was still sleeping quietly. However, the gauze on her face was lifted at some point, and blood oozed out from the newly torn skin, flowing down her cheek into the clothes underneath.
Shen Mingliang suddenly shuddered, and when he looked up, he saw the young man named Chen staring straight at the hospital bed.
His heart skipped a beat and he turned his head sharply. With a scream of "Ah", he quickly stood up and retreated behind the old Taoist.
The old Taoist is old and tends to feel sleepy when he sits with nothing to do.
When someone suddenly pressed his shoulders, he stood up alertly, glared and shouted: "How many times have I told you not to touch people's shoulders casually!"
Shen Mingliang didn't care about anything else. He raised his arm and pointed directly at the bed: "Her face, face..."
The old Taoist came closer and saw that his brows were tightly knitted together.
"What's going on?!" he asked.
Shen Mingliang: "I don't know either! I was just sitting there looking at my phone, and then a gust of wind blew up the curtains! After that, my sister's face became like this!"
The Taoist priest's face turned grim. He had never expected that a fierce ghost would dare to come while he was sitting there. He had never expected that the fierce ghost was more powerful than he had imagined and could sneak into the ward silently!
He turned to look at Chen Ling: "Didn't you find anything?"
Chen Ling was at a loss: "No."
The old Taoist didn't think about it, but just said to Shen Mingliang: "The hospital is not safe. This place has a lot of yin energy, which will only help the power of evil things."
Shen Mingliang: "What should I do? That thing follows my sister wherever she goes. There's no way to hide from her!"
"Let's go back to Yuan's house." The old Taoist thought for a moment. "After death, people will be nostalgic for the place where they lived before. There, she may be able to regain some of her sanity. I will take this opportunity to influence her and send her to reincarnate."
Chen Ling didn't expect the old Taoist to have such an idea and gave him a surprised look.
The old Taoist turned his head and looked at him: "I don't know what your ability is, but since you are invited by Mr. Yuan, come back with us and help me."
"Okay." Chen Ling nodded and agreed immediately, and asked, "When are you going back? Mr. Yuan is at Yuan's house now, do you want to tell him?"
Shen Mingliang: "I'll give him a call."
On the other side, Yuan Yongxiang was sitting in the study.
After sending a message to Chen Ling, he went through the surveillance videos of his home for nearly thirty days twice, but found nothing.
It was precisely because there was nothing that made him feel even more uneasy and confused.
In the videos captured by those cameras, there are cases where the wife appears alone in the picture, there are cases where the old lady appears alone in the picture, and even occasionally Shen Mingliang's figure appears.
The only thing is that there is no situation where any two of them appear together.
Logically speaking, my wife and mother have a very good relationship. They always go shopping arm in arm, but why is it that they seem to have no interaction when we get home
Yuan Yongxiang couldn't figure it out. He supported his head with both hands, scratched his hair in annoyance and sat at the desk for a while. Just as he was about to go downstairs, the cell phone on the desk rang.
Looking at the caller on the phone, he paused for two seconds before picking up the phone. For some reason, he didn't want to talk to his wife or anyone related to her.
So his tone seemed a little impatient, "What's the matter?"
Shen Mingliang: "Brother-in-law, my sister was just attacked by a ghost in public again. The master suggested that we send her home."
"Shen Mingliang, why didn't I know before that you knew some Taoist priest who could catch ghosts? You even called him uncle?" Yuan Yongxiang's tone was a little cold.
Shen Mingliang immediately guessed who had told the secret, and he glared at Chen Ling fiercely while holding the phone, and said to the other end with an apologetic look: "Brother-in-law, I'm just afraid that you won't believe it, and then you'll accuse me of being a feudal superstitious person."
Yuan Yongxiang rubbed his brows and asked, "What did Mr. Chen say?"
Shen Mingliang didn't expect that his brother-in-law would think so highly of that young man. He gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Chen agrees."
Yuan Yongxiang has not forgotten his wife's horrified attitude when he proposed to go home: "Did your sister agree too?"
"My sister has been in a coma." Shen Mingliang shuddered as he spoke. The skin on his face seemed to have been torn off, but he still hadn't woken up. There was no other reason except that she had encountered a ghost.
The nurse who received the bell came in. Shen Mingliang made a gesture to her to keep quiet and pointed to the bed.
When the nurse saw it, her heart sank.
Why did the gauze fall off again out of nowhere, and the wound even got bigger! The weirdest thing was that the patient didn't wake up. I don't know if he fainted from the pain.
She stepped out and called a doctor.
After the doctor examined her, he found out that Mrs. Yuan was not asleep at all, but fainted!
He couldn't help but scold: "How can you take care of the patients with so many of you sitting in the ward!"
Shen Mingliang apologized: "We were wrong. We didn't take good care of her. Doctor, please don't be angry. Please treat her wound quickly."
Mrs. Yuan must have fainted from the pain of being skinned while she was still asleep. She did not wake up even after her wounds were treated and her face was re-applied with medicine and bandaged.
As a result, the group could not leave the hospital for a while.
After the beginning of autumn, the daytime hours become shorter and shorter, and even worse after the autumn heat. Looking outside, it is only seven o'clock, but the sky is already as red as fire, and the rolling clouds are dark.
Night is coming.
The four of them had been guarding the ward for an entire afternoon and were already exhausted, and now they were also feeling hungry.
Chen Ling put his phone, which was almost out of battery, in his pocket and stood up: "I'm going out to eat, are you guys coming?"
Jiang Yu naturally wanted to go with him. He stood up after hearing what was said. His imposing figure stood behind the young man like a mountain, with a hint of protectiveness in his intimacy.
Shen Mingliang didn't want to go with them and was about to refuse, but the Taoist priest said, "Let's go together."
"Uncle, they..." Shen Mingliang hadn't finished his words when the old Taoist glared at him. "It's not like you haven't seen men who have made a pact before. What's the big deal?"
Shen Mingliang didn't dare to say any more nonsense and reluctantly followed the old Taoist out of the ward.
As soon as they left, the woman on the bed began to struggle.
She was haunted by a nightmare and couldn't wake up. She kept muttering, "Go away... you old bastard... Go away..."
Yuan Yongxiang heard these words as soon as he walked in.
He didn't want to wake her up, so he approached slowly and lightly, then put his ear close to his wife's lips.
At this time, Mrs. Yuan's mumbling had become very faint, and one had to hold one's breath and concentrate to make out what she was muttering.
Yuan Yongxiang's face became increasingly gloomy, and the anger between his brows was a sign of his emotions on the verge of exploding. "What did you just say?"
A sinister voice sounded in my ears.
Although the sound was not loud, it woke the woman from her nightmare.
Mrs. Yuan supported herself on the bed and sat up quickly. She immediately felt a sharp pain in her cheek. She pulled out the pillow and hugged it in her arms. She looked at her husband in shock, breathing rapidly.
Her fingers were shaking. She wanted to touch her face but was afraid it would hurt. Finally, she could only put her hope on her husband: "What's wrong with my face? Why does it hurt so much!"
"Please repeat what you just said." Yuan Yongxiang ignored the question.
The man's voice was very low, but it was like a bolt of thunder in Mrs. Yuan's heart.
She didn't care about the wound on her face. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm her rapid heartbeat. "Yongxiang, I don't understand what you are saying."
Yuan Yongxiang clenched his hands tightly, and stared at his wife with his dark eyes: "You just kept cursing the old man in your dream, and before you woke up you said, 'I've wanted you to die for a long time'... Mingyue, who are you talking about?"
Mrs. Yuan shuddered and didn't remember what she said in her dream at all. She only remembered that in the dream she was standing in the hall of the villa, surrounded by a circle of shadows. All of those shadows were wearing black shrouds and paper shoes. Although she couldn't make out their faces, she could clearly see the angles of their raised mouth corners.
Her heart began to beat wildly again. She threw away the pillow and hugged Yuan Yongxiang's waist: "Yongxiang, I just had a nightmare. In the dream, my mother wanted to kill me. I only said that kind of dream talk when I was in a hurry. Don't take it to heart."
Seeing that her husband did not hug her back as he did in the past, Mrs. Yuan began to sob quietly, her thin shoulders trembling slightly, which made her look pitiful.
"I have been frightened and tortured in these few short days. I am on the verge of a mental breakdown. I really can't understand why my mother would pester me after her death when I was so good to her before." The wound on her face rubbed back and forth on the gauze as her facial muscles moved when she spoke, and it was very painful.
Mrs. Yuan's sobbing became louder and louder, and finally she burst into tears: "I didn't mean to say that about your mother, but I just can't accept it. I was so good to her, why did she treat me like that? Why?"
Yuan Yongxiang lowered his head and finally raised a hand and placed it on his wife's shoulder.
Mrs. Yuan knew that her husband would hold her in his arms and comfort her as intimately as he did before, but in the next second, Yuan Yongxiang's hand slid to her neck and strangled her neck hard.
Before Yuan Yongxiang became rich, he worked hard for business, smoked and drank, and his health was very poor for a while. After his business became big, he paid more attention to physical exercise. Although he is over 40 years old and almost 50 years old, his hand strength is not inferior to that of young people.
His thumb was bent, and the tip of his finger just fit into the depression between Mrs. Yuan's collarbones. He pressed hard, and the woman trembled with pain.
"If you haven't done anything wrong, why would my mother bother you?" Yuan Yongxiang's mind was full of what Chen Ling had said to him, as well as the unbearable insults he had heard from his wife's mouth.
Mrs. Yuan felt cold all over and looked at her husband in fear, as if she didn't recognize him anymore.
She shook her head in panic, "I didn't, I didn't do anything. Didn't you go back and check the surveillance? You can see for yourself whether I have done anything to let Mom down or not! "
Yuan Yongxiang suddenly let go of his hand and looked at his wife deeply: "Divorce."
"You're crazy!" Mrs. Yuan screamed, and in a hurry, she threw off the quilt and stood on the ground. "It was your mother who had to haunt me for no reason, and you actually blamed me for the mistake. I am the victim! Yes, I cursed a few words without thinking, and it was wrong to offend the deceased, but you should also think about it from my perspective. If you were haunted by ghosts all day long, do you dare to say that you wouldn't be afraid?"
Yuan Yongxiang closed his eyes and felt the veins on his forehead throbbing. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would want to strangle this woman to death.
"I'll have my lawyer give you the divorce agreement." He said, and walked away.
Mrs. Yuan chased after him, but when she was about to go out, she tripped over something and fell to the ground.
She got up in a rage, looked back at her feet, then looked up at the ward. There was nothing there, but she clearly felt that there was something right under her feet!
"Come out here! Come out! You bitch, it's you, it's all your fault, why won't you let me live a good life now that you're dead!"
Mrs. Yuan screamed like crazy. If she hadn't had something at hand, she would have grabbed it and smashed it to the ground.
Like an enraged trapped beast, she put her hands on her waist and gasped frantically. She had only one thought in her mind, which was to get rid of the evil spirit that was pestering her and find Yuan Yongxiang to ask for forgiveness.
Yuan Yongxiang rushed all the way to the road. His anger clouded his brain and he didn't even look at the traffic lights, let alone notice that a very fast motorcycle was rushing straight towards him.
"Mr. Yuan!" Chen Ling was eating in a restaurant across the street. He was somewhat happy when he saw Yuan Yongxiang, but then he looked at the electric bike rushing towards him and was immediately frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.
Everyone in the restaurant saw the handsome young man sitting by the window suddenly stand up and yell through the thick glass: "Get out of the way!"
As if sensing something, Yuan Yongxiang suddenly looked up, was stunned for a moment when he saw Chen Ling's anxious face, and then followed his gaze to the right.
The moment he turned his head, the motorcycle was already in front of him.
It was too late to dodge, and Yuan Yongxiang instinctively closed his eyes. Then he felt someone grabbing his clothes and pulling him back. His feet moved backwards uncontrollably, his body tilted back, and he fell into the flower bed by the roadside.
The owner of the motorcycle was also startled. He slammed on the brakes, took off his helmet and stared at the person in the flower bed.
There was a shadow standing behind the man, and from the outline, it looked like a person.
The car owner opened his mouth several times and murmured unconsciously: "Ghost, I saw a ghost in broad daylight..."