Mrs. Yuan's discharge procedures had been completed. She changed out of her hospital gown, turned to look at Yuan Yongxiang, gently stretched out her hand and called him husband.
Yuan Yongxiang wanted to rush up and punch her twice, but he endured it, walked over with a smile, grabbed her hand and walked out.
Chen Ling glanced at Shen Mingliang. The man's sturdy body made his suit very tight. His eyes seemed calm, but there was a hint of hostility in his expression.
Especially his eyes, which always looked at Yuan Yongxiang's back from time to time.
Chen Ling coughed lightly and said to him, "Mr. Shen, you and Mrs. Yuan seem to have a good relationship as siblings." He sighed and showed an envious expression, "I wish I had a sister too."
"She and I grew up together, so naturally we have a very good relationship." Shen Mingliang didn't want to talk to him any more, and walked to the front quickly, avoiding him like a snake or scorpion.
Chen Ling curled his lips at his back, turned his head and said to Jiang Yu: "Don't you think his answer is weird? Whose siblings didn't grow up together?"
Jiang Yu glanced at him, leaned over, and his lips almost touched the young man's ear: "There is no blood relationship between them."
"Ah?" Chen Ling was stunned. "No way."
Jiang Yu: "Look carefully at his face."
At this time already, he went to stare at Shen Mingliang's face for no reason. Isn't this just asking for a fight
Chen Ling reached out and scratched the man's palm: "Don't keep me in suspense, just tell me now."
Yu Jiangyu didn't need the birth date to easily see through the other person's fate: "He has few relatives, he must be an orphan."
Thinking of the intimacy between Shen Mingliang and Mrs. Yuan, Chen Ling's face suddenly turned ugly, "Then they..."
Jiang Yu nodded, grasped the young man's fingers, and gently rubbed his fingertips with his thumb. "From a blood relationship point of view, there is no relationship between them, but from the perspective of name and current status, it is indeed not in accordance with etiquette."
Chen Ling stood still, staring at Shen Mingliang's back and said, "They killed the old lady. Could it be that the old lady found out about their affair?"
Jiang Yu: "Just take a look and you'll know."
As we were talking, we unknowingly arrived at the underground garage.
Yuan Yongxiang naturally wanted to ride in the same car with his wife. Seeing that Chen Ling and Jiang Yu were a couple, they probably didn't want to sit separately, so he said to Shen Mingliang, "Let Mr. Chen and Mr. Jiang ride in the same car with you."
"No need." Jiang Yu said, "I drove here."
Shen Mingliang sneered. It was just right. He didn't want to give the ride. He felt his nose was dirty just breathing the same air with these people.
Jiang Yu asked Chen Ling to stand where he was and drove the car over. When Shen Mingliang saw the car logo, he was stunned for a few seconds. He didn't expect that this gay couple could afford such an expensive car!
In comparison, Yuan Yongxiang seems much more ordinary. Anyone who can be introduced by Jiang Shengxing personally must be very capable. People like them make a living by their abilities, and the thing they have the most is money.
What's more, he always felt that the man with the surname Jiang, who had an extraordinary reputation, might be from the Jiang family.
Mrs. Yuan glanced out the window and said with a smile, "I didn't expect being a shaman to be so lucrative these days."
"Watch your words." Yuan Yongxiang suddenly said in a harsh voice, which frightened Mrs. Yuan. She scolded, "Why are you so fierce? Can't you just say it nicely?"
Yuan Yongxiang said: "Mr. Chen is a master introduced by Jiang Shengxing. If you offend him because of your inappropriate words, don't blame me for being rude to you."
Mrs. Yuan's eyes immediately turned red. You know, Yuan Yongxiang would never speak to her like this before.
She couldn't help but wonder, could it be that what she had done was discovered? But if it was really discovered, why didn't Yuan Yongxiang expose her
Mrs. Yuan shook her head and denied the idea. She glanced at her husband secretly and thought that he was probably in a bad mood because of his mother's death.
She pursed her lips and whispered, "Okay, I know I was wrong. I didn't think before I spoke. Don't be angry."
Yuan Yongxiang glanced at his grabbed arm, and a layer of goose bumps appeared under his sleeve. He gritted his teeth and endured it, "Just stay in the room after you get home, and don't hang around downstairs if you have nothing to do."
He was afraid that if he looked at this woman a few more times, he would not be able to resist stabbing her to death with a knife!
Mrs. Yuan was suspicious and was about to test it when she heard her husband say, "Mr. Chen and his men will perform rituals in the hall at night. Women are not allowed to approach."
There are many things to pay attention to when opening an altar. Mrs. Yuan believed it, and as soon as she got home, she obediently went back to her room.
This is a high-end residential complex, and the property management has a physical therapy team, so it is no problem to treat the injuries on Mrs. Yuan's face. Soon, medical staff sent by the property management came to the door.
Mrs. Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, tilting her head so that someone could change her medicine, and her eyes naturally fell on the corner outside the bathroom.
For some reason, the corner of the wall was pitch black and looked disgusting.
She frowned and was about to look away when she suddenly realized that the black thing looked like a pair of feet.
His eyes began to move upwards uncontrollably, passing over the legs and body covered in the black shroud, and came to the collar.
The collar is slightly bulging, as if there is something large hidden in the chest...
"Ah!" Mrs. Yuan screamed and shrank back suddenly.
Her sudden movement startled the nurse who was helping to apply the medicine, and she lost her grip on the tweezers and dropped them.
It was also Mrs. Yuan's own bad luck that when the tweezers slid down, they just happened to brush against her wound without skin, and the flat tip left a long blood mark on the wound.
From a distance, it looked like the face was about to be cut in half.
"I didn't mean to do that!" The nurse was terrified and didn't know what to do.
Mrs. Yuan seemed to be unaware of the pain and had shrunk from the bed to the foot of the bed. She hugged her knees with one hand and picked up the alcohol bottle from the bedside tray with the other hand and smashed it towards the bathroom.
The sound of glass shattering rang out one after another, alarming the people downstairs.
When Yuan Yongxiang caught up, the whole room was in a mess. Except for Mrs. Yuan, who had changed from sitting to standing, all the people sent by the property management were huddled behind the sofa.
As soon as he saw the homeowner coming up, the leading doctor walked out quickly to explain the situation.
Yuan Yongxiang waved his hand and said that he would not pursue the nurse's fault. However, Shen Mingliang, who arrived later, refused to give in.
Yuan Yongxiang sneered and said, "Mingyue's mental condition has been very bad recently. It was her sudden screaming and struggling that caused the nurse to fail. It would be unfair to blame the nurse alone for this incident."
Chen Ling glanced at the two people who were about to quarrel and walked up to Mrs. Yuan.
There was a long red scratch on her face. The wound, which was not covered by gauze, looked even more hideous under the bright light.
He stood by the bed and asked calmly, "Did you see Old Lady Yuan again?"
When Mrs. Yuan heard those words, her eyeballs trembled violently for a moment, and she wished she could squeeze into the corner.
Chen Ling asked again: "Why are you so afraid of her, and why does she keep pestering you?"
"I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything!" Mrs. Yuan seemed to be suddenly stepped on and felt pain. She grabbed something on the bedside table below and smashed it on the young man's head.
Chen Ling was quick-witted and quick-handed. He swiftly pulled out a telescopic stick from his waist and hit Mrs. Yuan's wrist accurately.
The exquisite retro table lamp just fell onto the bed.
The dull pain quickly brought Mrs. Yuan back to her senses. She blinked her eyes, stared at the young man's face with her frightened red eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I was too excited just now. I hope I didn't hurt you."
Chen Ling shook his head: "No."
He turned his head and glanced at the corner outside the bathroom. There was nothing there, but Mrs. Yuan's constant furtive glances told him that the old lady of the Yuan family had been there.
Chen Ling turned around, his eyes fell on Mrs. Yuan's face again, and reminded her: "Mrs. Yuan, why is the wound on your face bigger?"
Mrs. Yuan raised her hand in fear, but her shoulders shrank before she touched him. A breeze blew past her, and she felt a chill on her face.
She realized something, pushed aside the young man standing at the head of the bed and went back into the bathroom.
In the mirror, there was no skin left on the right half of my face, and the bloody red flesh was exposed so blatantly, like a silent mockery.
“My face… my face!” The person in the mirror had messy hair, half of her face was intact, and the other half had her skin peeled off. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was a demon that crawled out of hell.
Mr. Yuan and Shen Mingliang, who were in the middle of the argument, also stopped. One had a look of relief in his surprise, while the other had a hint of fear in his calm face.
Yuan Yongxiang hid his emotions. He walked into the bathroom and squinted his eyes at Mrs. Yuan's face. "Why is there another piece of skin missing? Does it hurt?"
Mrs. Yuan felt no pain at all. She was filled with fear. She rushed to her husband with red eyes: "Yongxiang, save me, save me quickly. Your mother is torturing me to death!"
Yuan Yongxiang pressed his wife's head on his shoulder and said, "Yes, I will."
I don’t know whether he meant that the person would definitely be saved or that the old lady would definitely torture the person to death.
Shen Mingliang looked at the wound on his sister's face, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter. He suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. He turned his head abruptly and looked behind him. There was nothing behind him but the man with the surname Jiang and his uncle standing together.
When Shen Mingliang's gaze met his, the old Taoist took a step forward and reluctantly took out two pieces of talisman paper from his arms.
He stuffed one of them into Shen Mingliang's hand and said, "The evil spirit is coming with great force and will not stop until it achieves its goal. In a critical moment, just throw the yellow talisman at the opponent, which will help you escape with your life."
Jiang Yu glanced at the yellow talisman and his fingers hanging by his side moved slightly.
No one noticed that the word "Sha" on each of the two yellow talismans was missing a dot.
The old Taoist walked into the bathroom, handed her another yellow talisman, and repeated what he had told Shen Mingliang, "Since the evil spirit is haunting you, you should not move around casually. It's best to go downstairs and stay with the others."
"But..." Mrs. Yuan looked at her husband in surprise, "But Yongxiang said that there will be a ritual downstairs, and women are not allowed to be present."
The old Taoist looked at Yuan Yongxiang strangely and was about to question him when Chen Ling suddenly stood up and said, "It was me who said I wanted to do it."
The purpose of Yuan Yongxiang's saying that was nothing more than to leave that vicious woman alone and let her suffer more. He had a vague feeling that his mother didn't really want to kill her, otherwise Shen Mingyue would not have survived until now.
He nodded to Chen Ling who rescued him, and besides being grateful, he was also deeply shaken inside.
I don't know since when, my heart has been filled with hatred.
The old Taoist glanced at the young man and said nothing, thinking that he was trying to fool Yuan Yongxiang and would ask for a lot of money when the time came.
After the commotion, Mrs. Yuan didn't dare to stay upstairs alone anymore. After the doctor cleaned the wound and applied medicine on her, she followed the others downstairs.
Chen Ling glanced at the woman sitting diagonally opposite him, with half of her face covered with gauze, and wondered why Mrs. Yuan was so obsessed with tearing off her face.
He lowered his head and sent a text message to the man sitting next to him: The old lady was tearing her face, was she trying to tell Mr. Yuan that Shen Mingyue's kindness and gentleness were just an appearance
If that’s the case, after you accepted the order, why didn’t she directly tell you Shen Mingyue’s true identity and let you tell Mr. Yuan
Chen Ling read the message three times, and his doubts grew.
Ghosts are very sensitive to people's gazes. The old lady appeared in front of him two or three times. He should know that he can see ghosts. But why didn't she tell the truth directly
Unwilling? Chen Ling thought it was impossible.
The old lady raised her son with great difficulty. The depth of the mother-son relationship is something that others cannot perceive. Chen Ling believes that she can give everything for her son.
If she encounters an opportunity to expose Shen Mingyue's true face, she will never let it go.
Then there is only one reason left, that is, she can't say it.
If a person cannot speak, it must be because there is something wrong with his tongue or vocal cords. The same is true for ghosts. If the corpse is damaged or there was something wrong with the throat during lifetime, then naturally they will not be able to speak after death.
Chen Ling stood up and said to Yuan Yongxiang, "Mr. Yuan, can I have a word with you?"
Yuan Yongxiang looked at him in astonishment. Although confused, he asked nothing and followed the young man to the back garden.
Chen Ling got straight to the point: "Did your old lady have any language barriers when she was alive?"
"No." Yuan Yongxiang frowned, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"
Chen Ling said: "The old lady's body may be damaged."
Yuan Yongxiang was stunned and couldn't react for a long time. "Why did you say that suddenly?"
Chen Ling was silent for a moment, then expressed his guess. After hearing this, Yuan Yongxiang's face turned pale and blue, and he felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his heart, making it very depressing.
After about two or three minutes, Yuan Yongxiang suddenly sat down on the ground, clenching the grass with both hands. "It's my fault, it's all my fault, I deserve to die!"
His tone became more and more impatient, and finally he raised his hand and slapped himself hard, and slapped himself again and again...
"Mr. Yuan." Chen Ling grabbed his hand, "Calm down first. Now is not the time to blame yourself."
Yuan Yongxiang broke free from the young man's hand and hugged his head tightly: "Why didn't I just die? I didn't take good care of her when she was alive, and I didn't let her rest in peace when she died."
Knowing that there were two pairs of eyes staring at him from behind, he didn't dare to lose his composure or be sad for too long. He wiped his face and stood up from the ground.
At this moment, except for his slightly red eyes, his aura had completely changed. He spoke in a calm and restrained voice, "From the time my mother became bedridden, to when she was sent to the funeral home, and even until she was cremated, I was always there."
"If they wanted to do it, there would only be one time when they could do it, and that was before my mother's body was sent to the crematorium."
The fire was so big that even if the body was damaged, those who were separated from the iron gate would not be able to see clearly.
Chen Ling: "So, they bribed the staff privately."
Yuan Yongxiang's eyes were full of anger: "It should be." He took out his cell phone and called his subordinate, ordering him to send someone to the funeral home to investigate immediately.
After hanging up the phone, he calmed down for a few seconds and said to Chen Ling, "Let's go, Mr. Chen. Staying outside for too long will arouse suspicion."
Sure enough, as soon as the two entered the door, Mrs. Yuan came up to them and asked them what they had been talking about.
Mr. Yuan: "Let's discuss when to move my mother's grave."
Chen Ling nodded: "The 29th day of the lunar calendar this month is a good day."
Mrs. Yuan was not interested in this, but pretended to be concerned, "When the time comes, you must make it more grand, and give Mom some paper money, clothes, etc."
Because of the need to exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts, no servants were left in the villa.
Shen Mingliang glanced at the clock on the wall and stood up. "What do you want to eat? I'll ask a familiar restaurant to deliver it."
Chen Ling said bluntly: "I want seafood porridge."
Yuan Yongxiang had no appetite, so he asked for the same thing.
Mrs. Yuan covered half of her face, curled her lips towards Shen Mingliang, and said, "I want some porridge, too. My face hurts, and I can't eat anything else."
It’s strange to say, but the burning pain on my face actually eased after I got home, and even the area where the skin had just peeled off didn’t hurt much.
Mrs. Yuan felt that the decision to return from the hospital was the right one. Once her uncle took that old man away, everything would be over.
Thinking of this, her mood relaxed, with an unconcealable joy in her eyes.
For a while, everything was peaceful and the evil spirit hid itself and never showed up. Just when everyone wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, the door rang.
Yuan Yongxiang went to open the door and saw a strange face.
The man who came didn't have a lunch box in his hand. He looked a little fat and said with a smile, "I'm looking for Chen Ling."
Chen Ling felt that the voice looked familiar, so he stood up and walked to the entrance, and found that it was the fat senior brother.
Fat Senior Brother: "Hongyu asked me to come over here."
Chen Ling nodded, turned to Yuan Yongxiang and whispered, "Evil magic will not leave any evidence when harming people. The public security organs can't do anything to them, but other agencies can."
Even if the old lady of the Yuan family showed mercy and released the Shen siblings, they would still spend the rest of their lives in prison.
Yuan Yongxiang nodded and politely invited the person in.
The fat senior brother walked into the living room, looked around first, and finally sat down not far from Jiang Yu. Soon, Chen Ling also came over and sat right between the fat senior brother and Jiang Yu.
Shen Mingliang hesitated and said, "Mr. Chen, this is..."
Chen Ling didn't know the fat senior brother's name, so he didn't know how to introduce him, so he just said, "My friend."
Shen Mingliang's eyes flashed, he frowned, raised his butt and moved away.
Not long after, the food delivery man arrived. After dinner, everyone waited in the living room for the evil spirit to come as usual, but for some reason, they didn't wait until after ten o'clock in the evening.
Mrs. Yuan couldn't hold it in any longer, so she said to Yuan Yongxiang in a low voice with a bitter face: "Yongxiang, I want to go to the bathroom."
Yuan Yongxiang accompanied her to the bathroom on the first floor, and found that the light was broken, so he went to the bedroom on the second floor.
Mrs. Yuan entered the bathroom and saw that her husband had no intention of going in. She pleaded in a low voice: "Can you please come in and wait for me? I'm scared."
There was no light in the entrance hall, so Yuan Yongxiang's face was hidden in the darkness: "Just don't close the door. I'll be waiting for you at the door."
Mrs. Yuan thought it was okay, since the door was only a few steps away from the toilet inside.
She walked in slowly, and when she passed the mirror, she caught a glimpse of a figure sticking to her back. She froze, stood still, and turned to look at the mirror.
The pale old lady was smiling, her hands were around her neck and hanging on her back.
The stiff smile that seemed to be painted on her face grew bigger and bigger, and finally she revealed her mouth stained red by her broken tongue.
Mrs. Yuan was about to turn around when there was a sudden bang in the bathroom. The open door slammed mercilessly against the door frame in front of her eyes and was locked tightly.