Mr. Yuan felt dizzy from the fall, but his butt felt a little weak.
He supported himself with his hands behind his back and his skin was scratched by the branches of the plants under him. The slight pain dispelled the brief blankness in his mind and he quickly stood up from the ground.
He grabbed the clothes behind his back with his backhand, feeling strange.
Just when he was almost hit, he clearly felt someone pulling him from behind. If it weren't for that moment, he would have been hit by the motorcycle and would not have been alive.
The owner of the motorcycle ran over. He seemed a little frightened, and his voice trembled violently when he spoke, "Brother, are you okay?" After saying that, his eyes could not stop glancing at the back of Yuan Yongxiang.
That’s all.
The shadow that just stood behind this person disappeared.
It was as if everything was just his hallucination.
The car owner closed his eyes and calmed down for a few seconds, then forced a stiff smile: "Brother, if you feel uncomfortable anywhere, let's go to the hospital for a check-up now."
Although the other party ran a red light when crossing the road, he was also speeding. If the other party continued to pursue the matter, he would not be in any good situation.
“…No need.” Yuan Yongxiang’s voice was hoarse, and he struggled to squeeze out two words from his throat.
He raised his hand and touched his back again, then grabbed the car owner's arm and said, "Little brother, did you see who grabbed me from behind just now? I'll go and thank him."
The car owner's face turned pale: "I, I what... I saw..."
"Mr. Yuan, it must be your mother who saved you." Chen Ling walked out from behind the crowd of onlookers and looked the man up and down. Except for a few scratches on the palm of his hand, there were no other injuries.
"My mother?" Yuan Yongxiang stood there in a daze, his dull eyes lit up, and he turned around quickly, and then turned around again -
Nope, nowhere.
Or maybe his mother was right next to him, but he just couldn't see her.
Yuan Yongxiang felt bitter. He had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a son and had not taken good care of the elderly. Yet his mother could not rest assured about him until her death and even saved his life.
"Mr. Chen, is she... still there?"
"Gone." Chen Ling shook his head. "He disappeared after saving you."
The light in Yuan Yongxiang's eyes dimmed, his back was slightly bent, and he looked a little listless.
"Well, if it's nothing serious, I'll leave first." The motorcycle owner's voice trembled, and then he took out a business card and handed it over, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can call me."
Yuan Yongxiang waved his hand and said, "No need. I was walking without looking at the traffic lights. It's none of your business."
It is better to forgive others when you can, especially since he was the one who made the mistake. Yuan Yongxiang did not want to, nor did he have the energy to pursue these trivial matters. For him, the most important thing at the moment was to deal with his mother's affairs.
The motorcycle owner was relieved when he heard what the other party said. "In that case, I'll leave first."
He got in the car, and before leaving, he couldn't help but look back behind Yuan Yongxiang. There was nothing there.
But when I think about the conversation between the middle-aged man and the strange young man... Although he was standing under the scorching sun, the car owner couldn't help shivering and left quickly.
I thought there would be some bickering, but in the end both sides resolved the issue peacefully and the onlookers dispersed in boredom.
Chen Ling glanced at Yuan Yongxiang and felt that he still looked very bad: "Mr. Yuan, what happened to you just now? You looked absent-minded."
"I..." After all, it was a family scandal, and Yuan Yongxiang found it difficult to speak out. But thinking that it might be helpful this time, he gritted his teeth and said it out.
"I just went to the ward and happened to hear my wife talking in her sleep. I only heard part of what she said, but it was almost all curses at my mother."
Yuan Yongxiang felt a pain in his heart. He frowned hard. These few words drained all his strength. "I think the relationship between her and my mother might not be that good. What I usually see is just a false impression."
Chen Ling was puzzled: "Many things cannot be perfectly disguised. If their relationship has been very bad for a long time, how could you not notice it at all?"
"I don't know." Yuan Yongxiang squatted on the ground without any image, grabbing his hair with both hands, "Mr. Chen, I'm very confused now."
At this moment, he no longer had the vigor and ambition he had in the past when he was conquering the business world. His decadent look was no different from a homeless person on the street.
Chen Ling also squatted down beside him: "Mr. Yuan, I hope you can be mentally prepared. Your wife and her brother are not free from involvement in your mother's affairs."
Yuan Yongxiang suddenly turned his head and looked over, his bloodshot eyes wide open.
His facial muscles were tense, and his lips were pressed into a straight line. After an unknown amount of time, his lips slightly opened, and resentful words came out from between his teeth, "Is what Mr. Chen said true?"
"Naturally." The cause and effect involved in human life cannot be deceived.
"But I was guarding my mother's bed before she died. There were no external injuries and no signs of poisoning. How did they manage to kill her?" Yuan Yongxiang has already believed what Chen Ling said. This man is now his life-saving straw.
"Mr. Yuan, there are many things in this world that you don't know. For example, Mrs. Yuan has an uncle who knows magic."
"You mean..."
"I'm not saying they will definitely use magic to kill people, but they are probably related."
Yuan Yongxiang took a few deep breaths and suddenly stood up. "Mr. Chen, what should we do next? If we can really prove that they killed my mother, I will never let them go."
"You'll know when the time comes." Chen Ling was afraid that if he said too much, Yuan Yongxiang would expose his plan, alerting the enemy and causing him to escape.
Yuan Yongxiang stood there to calm himself for a while, rubbed his face heavily with his hands, and when he looked up again, his painful expression was completely hidden.
"I'll go and apologize to her first." He said, "I was emotional just now. I asked Shen Mingyue for a divorce. Right now, the most important thing is to stabilize the siblings."
Yuan Yongxiang is not just talking.
Back in the ward, he said to Mrs. Yuan, who was in tears, "I was a little emotional just now, don't take it to heart."
Mrs. Yuan jumped off the bed excitedly, and wrapped her hands around her husband's arms like vines: "Yongxiang, I just said such excessive words because I was too scared in the dream. I won't dare to do it again. I really won't dare to do it again. Please forgive me."
Mr. Yuan lowered his eyes to look at the pair of hands on his arms, and a chill ran up his back. He felt that those were not a pair of women's hands at all, but two poisonous snakes spitting out their tongues.
He was afraid that if he continued like this, he would be unable to help but push the person away, so he softened his tone: "I was also wrong at that time... You know, a lot of things have happened at home recently, and my temper has become a little impatient."
He calmly pulled his arm out, put his arm around the other's shoulders, and asked softly, "Are you hungry? I'll go get you something to eat."
As soon as Yuan Yongxiang finished speaking, a person came in from the door. It was Shen Mingliang.
He was holding the packed food in his hand and smiled at Yuan Yongxiang: "Brother-in-law, you are here." He lifted the packing bag and shook it twice, "I packed some food here. If my sister doesn't like it, I can order something else."
Yuan Yongxiang nodded: "Okay."
He suppressed the urge to punch out and shatter that smiling face, and said with a smile: "Mingliang, go get your sister some food. I'm tired today, so I'll sit here and rest for a while."
The husband has always been a gentle and considerate person. Whether it is his mother or his wife's illness, he will do everything himself.
If it were any other time, Mrs. Yuan would definitely be confused, but so many things happened today that she had no intention of exploring anything.
Most importantly, she was afraid that her husband would ask her for a divorce again.
The dishes that Shen Mingliang packed back were all light, and they seemed even less tasty in the mouth of Mrs. Yuan, who already had little appetite.
She took a few bites perfunctorily and put down her chopsticks.
Shen Mingliang advised: "You have only eaten a few bites, eat more, otherwise you will be hungry at night."
"I don't want to eat anymore. I have no appetite." Mrs. Yuan pointed at the gauze on her face. "Besides, the wound hurts when I chew. I might as well not eat."
Yuan Yongxiang, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly looked over. He felt that his wife's tone of voice was a little coquettish. His scalp suddenly exploded and he stood up.
Mrs. Yuan and Shen Mingliang looked at him together, and Shen Mingliang asked, "Brother-in-law, what's wrong?"
"Nothing..." Yuan Yongxiang quickly calmed down, "I just suddenly thought of Mr. Chen. Where is he? Why didn't he come back with you?"
Shen Mingliang said, "They are in the garden downstairs."
Yuan Yongxiang nodded and said, "I'll go look for him."
Before leaving, he turned on the recording function of his phone, exited the software, put it in the background, and locked the screen.
In the garden downstairs, Chen Ling and Jiang Yu were indeed taking a walk, but the old Taoist was nowhere to be seen.
When Yuan Yongxiang saw the man, he did not go over to disturb him. Instead, he sat on a bench by the roadside with a worried look on his face, thinking to himself.
Shen Mingliang and Shen Mingyue are actually not related by blood.
As far as Yuan Yongxiang knows, Shen Mingliang was a child picked up by the Shen family when they were still living in the village. He and Shen Mingyue grew up together, studied and lived together, and they have always had a good relationship.
Moreover, Shen Mingliang had had a girlfriend before, and especially after Shen Mingyue married him and his financial situation improved with his help, he changed girlfriends more frequently... So Yuan Yongxiang never doubted whether there was any other relationship between the two siblings.
But today, Yuan Yongxiang suddenly felt that his wife seemed to be acting a bit coquettishly when talking to his younger brother.
He rubbed his eyebrows, wondering if he was thinking too much.
But the more I forced myself not to think about it, the more this thought grew like a seed breaking through the soil, uncontrollably.
In the distance, Chen Ling took Jiang Yu's hand and found a stool to sit down. From afar, he saw Yuan Yongxiang's frowning face.
He sighed, inserted his fingers between the man's five fingers, and clasped them tightly: "Mr. Yuan has deep feelings for his mother, what a pity."
Unfortunately, he met the wrong person and ruined the relationship between mother and son.
Jiang Yu: "Everyone has his own destiny."
Chen Ling tilted his head to look at him: "You have one too?"
Jiang Yu chuckled and raised their clasped hands, "My life is yours."
Chen Ling said "oh" calmly, turned his head and looked forward again, but his ears turned red and Jiang Yu rubbed them in his hands.
My ears, which had finally cooled down due to the wind, became even hotter.
Chen Ling raised his hand and grasped the rebellious hand tightly, but the other party's joints were larger than his, and his five fingers obviously could not completely cover it, and it was easily broken free.
Seeing the young man staring at him warily, Jiang Yu couldn't help laughing and rubbed his head, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore."
Chen Ling finally relaxed his pursed lips. He glared at Jiang Yu again and warned him in a low voice as if he was treating a disobedient child: "I'm going to call Li Hongyu, don't bother me."
Jiang Yu kissed him on the lips: "For the last time." Then he spread his hands and said, "No more trouble."
Chen Ling felt both sweet and sour in his heart. Looking at the old man's slightly rogue look, he found it very seductive. He threw himself into his arms and rubbed his chin on his neck.
Jiang Yu was amused: "Are you acting like a spoiled brat?"
Chen Ling didn't say anything, his expression changed in a second, he left the other's arms and turned his back.
Li Hongyu seemed to know the purpose of Chen Ling's call. As soon as he answered the phone, he said to the other end: "I checked, but I haven't found any clues so far. Everyone in the Special Investigation Department is normal."
Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, then said thank you, "I'm not looking for you just because of this matter. I have a case here that should be related to witchcraft."
Li Hongyu: "You want me to send someone to arrest him?"
Chen Ling simply explained the case, "This is what happened. If it is really sorcery that caused the death, the Shen siblings can only be handed over to your special investigation department for detention."
Li Hongyu: "Okay, I'll send someone over now."
Chen Ling heard some noise in the receiver and asked casually, "What's wrong?"
Li Hongyu said, "There is a case that we are preparing to rush over to." Hearing an urging voice behind him, he hurriedly said to Chen Ling, "We are about to leave, let's talk later."
Chen Ling hung up the phone and stared at the screen in a daze.
The events of Rong Xin and Feng Lingshan seemed to have left a mark on his heart, and he always felt that something else was going to happen.
An idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly wondered: "Tell me, if Rong Xin and Feng Lingshan are really the chess pieces on that person's chessboard, why didn't he stop us before we destroyed his chess pieces?"
Especially Fengling Mountain, he even felt that the other party was deliberately luring them to stay and find out the truth.
If Wu Weiwei had not run into the ghost of Huang's father, and if Qing Tanzi had not used paper figures to provoke him in the middle of the night, they would have stayed in Fengling Mountain for three or two days at most and would have left, and naturally they would not have discovered the secrets of the village.
Huang's father's ghost is now detained in the Special Investigation Department, and Li Hongyu has other things to do, so the questioning will have to be put on hold.
Seeing that he was serious and would not give up until he found the answer, Jiang Yu said, "Maybe the chess piece has completed its task?"
Chen Ling: "You mean, the Nine Yin Land and the Corpse Raising Ground have become abandoned pawns for the other side?"
Jiang Yu nodded.
Chen Ling's heart sank, and his bad premonition grew stronger.
There are always more people strolling around after dinner in the summer nights than in the bleak winter. The patients have been cooped up in the wards for a long time, so they take advantage of the setting sun to come out for a walk and exercise.
Chen Ling saw an old man walking towards him, seemingly looking for a stool to rest. He took a deep breath, suppressed the layers of questions in his mind, pulled Jiang Yu to stand up, and walked towards Yuan Yongxiang.
Yuan Yongxiang was lost in thought when he suddenly caught sight of two shadows extending to his feet. He looked up and said, "Mr. Chen, Mr. Jiang."
He wanted to smile politely at the two of them, but he couldn't.
Chen Ling didn't know how to comfort him. He paused for a few seconds and asked directly, "When will Mrs. Yuan be discharged from the hospital?"
Yuan Yongxiang perked up: "Right away."
He did what he said and immediately went to see the doctor to get the discharge procedures.
The doctor strongly disagreed with the idea of being discharged from the hospital right now. "Mr. Yuan, you have seen your wife's wound. If you are not careful, it will become inflamed and infected if you go back."
"It's okay, I will ask a professional nurse to look after her." Yuan Yongxiang's attitude was very firm, and he was completely different from the man who had eagerly asked about his wife's condition.
The doctor tried to persuade the patient a few more times, but seeing that the patient refused to listen, he had to give up.
The group of people were holding their paperwork and just arrived outside the ward when they met the Taoist priest.
The old Taoist priest was full of wine and food, his face was flushed, and when he saw Jiang Yu, who was treating him, he took the initiative to greet him, "Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Yu nodded and accompanied Chen Ling into the ward.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw Yuan Yongxiang taking the mobile phone on the coffee table into the bathroom.
He locked the bathroom door, squatted on the toilet, and unlocked his phone.
The recording lasted for more than an hour. Yuan Yongxiang was nervous and his hands were shaking as he held the phone. He took several deep breaths and finally clicked on the recording.
The recording was quiet at first. He dragged the progress bar carefully, bit by bit, for fear of missing anything.
At 30 minutes and 40 seconds into the recording, a voice came from inside. It was Mrs. Yuan's voice.
"Mingliang, my face hurts so much." She sobbed, "Will my face recover? Will it leave scars? If it does, will you dislike me?"
When Yuan Yongxiang heard this, he almost dropped his phone.
He clenched his teeth, twitched the muscles in his cheeks, suppressed the anger in his heart, and continued to listen.
Shen Mingliang comforted her: "No, I have seen you in all your looks over the years. I still like you even if you have scars." And now there are medical cosmetic surgeries that can remove scars. If you really mind, I will go with you to get rid of the scars.
Mingliang, you are still the best to me.
After speaking a few words intermittently, Mrs. Yuan suddenly said anxiously: Mingliang, do you think uncle can get rid of that old immortal
Shen Mingliang scolded: Shut up, be careful, the walls have ears!
Mrs. Yuan was silent for a moment: I am just scared. The nightmare I had this afternoon was so terrible. I dreamed that the old man peeled off all my skin. I, I...
As he spoke, he started crying again.
The following words were all Shen Mingliang's consolation and the two of them talking in a sweet and intimate way. Yuan Yongxiang was furious when he heard them, and this time he couldn't help himself and really smashed the phone.
The people outside heard it clearly. Shen Mingliang was the first to walk from the bed to the bathroom door and knocked on the door: "Brother-in-law, are you okay?"
Yuan Yongxiang pushed the door open with anger on his face.
"Nothing." He sneered, "I just received a call and heard from someone in the company that someone was repaying kindness with enmity and was secretly plotting something. I was so angry that I accidentally dropped my phone."
Shen Mingliang nodded, not at all flustered by Yuan Yongxiang's implication, showing excellent psychological quality.
"You are so busy with business, how can you live without a phone?" He returned to the sofa, picked up his coat and walked out, "I'll go buy you a new one now."
Yuan Yongxiang said, "Your sister will be discharged from the hospital soon, aren't you going to take us back?"
Shen Mingliang was stunned: "Brother-in-law, your driver is not here?"
Yuan Yongxiang seemed to have just remembered, "Look at me, I forgot in my busy schedule. The driver is in the parking lot. You go first and go home directly later."
Mrs. Yuan's eyes moved back and forth between her husband and her brother. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that Yuan Yongxiang was a little strange, and his words were a little stiff, as if he was holding back some anger.
But if you think about it carefully, there seems to be nothing wrong with the tone.
"Mingyue, take this first." The old Taoist who had been silent suddenly spoke and handed over a yellow talisman. The yellow talisman was drawn with chicken blood and smelled of blood.
Mrs. Yuan pinched it with two fingers in disgust. When the Taoist priest said to keep it close to her body, she was very reluctant: "Uncle, this is too dirty. What if the blood gets on me?"
The old Taoist didn't want to say more, and said sternly: "It seems that you are still not scared enough, so just throw it away."
Chen Ling raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect the old Taoist to be so tough.
Noticing that someone was watching him, the old Taoist glanced at Chen Ling and walked out the door.
Ever since Mrs. Yuan was attacked again, he had been walking around the hospital looking for traces of evil spirits, but found nothing. However, he did pick up a premature birth ghost outside the obstetrics and gynecology department.
He was standing in the corridor, thinking about how to catch ghosts tonight, when suddenly a person appeared in front of him.
Chen Ling smiled at the old Taoist priest, asking humbly: "What are you going to do tonight, old sir?"
"That evil ghost will appear sooner or later if it keeps pestering Mingyue. Just wait and see. No need to do anything unnecessary." The old Taoist looked at the young man and said, "If you are not afraid, you can use the ink line to bind the ghost for me when the time comes, so that she won't run away."
Chen Ling did not respond, but asked: "Old sir, ever since you said you wanted to influence Old Madam Yuan, I knew you were an upright and reasonable person."
"I want to ask you, if things are different from what you knew in advance, what are you going to do? Will you continue to help the Shen brothers and sisters, or will you just stand by and watch?"
"What do you mean?" The old Taoist's eyes suddenly became sharp, "Just say it."
Chen Ling: "The Shen family siblings have lives on their shoulders. Do you know about this?"
The old Taoist was stunned and shouted, "Nonsense! I watched them grow up, they would never do anything that would harm the world."
Chen Ling was not angry even after being yelled at. He continued in a good-tempered manner: "There are so many temptations in this world. Who can guarantee that they can always keep their original intentions?"
"So what? I believe in them." The old Taoist narrowed his eyes slightly, with a warning tone, "I don't care where you heard these things from, and I don't care what your purpose is in saying these things. In a word, if you don't want to help me, just stay here tonight. If you cause trouble, don't blame me for being rude."
Chen Ling looked at the old Taoist quietly: "Old sir, I'm sorry, I will take care of what happens tonight."