Master Wu completed the task and came down from upstairs. As soon as he met Mr. Gao, Mr. Gao became furious and grabbed his clothes and tried to push him out.
"Mr. Gao, please don't, I'm here to help." Master Wu couldn't turn away and looked at the other person in the room for help.
Chen Ling reached out to stop Mr. Gao.
Mr. Gao immediately complained: "Mr. Chen, you don't know, I was almost killed by him yesterday! He will only make things worse if he stays."
"You can't say that. If you didn't doubt Mr. Chen from the bottom of your heart, how could you throw the talisman into the trash can just because of a few words I said?"
Master Wu retorted, but when facing Chen Ling, he sincerely admitted his mistake, "Mr. Chen, I was blind yesterday and didn't recognize that you have real skills. I sincerely apologize to you now. And don't worry, although my kung fu is not up to par, it is enough to protect myself and escape, and I will never hold you back."
Mr. Gao cursed himself for his careless words. Not only did he let this half-wit bring up the matter of him losing the talisman, but he also gave the other party an opportunity to gain favor in front of Chen Ling.
He looked at Chen Ling uneasily, fearing that the master would turn away in displeasure.
Chen Ling admitted that he did not look like a professional and he was too lazy to care about it.
He looked calm, as if he hadn't heard anything, and stared up at the edge of the living room ceiling.
That piece just happened to correspond to the floor of the baby's room.
Chen Ling's eyebrows moved: "There is movement."
The other two immediately held their breath and calmed down, looking in the direction the young man was looking.
The rustling sound of friction spread quickly from one end to the other, like an enraged trapped beast, moving around in the territory in an irritable and furious manner.
Chen Ling walked past Gao Qing and went upstairs. The corridor on the second floor was flowing through by the scorching hot air from outside and was no longer as cool as before.
He walked slowly to the door of the baby's room, lifted the ink line with his fingers and went in, grasped the door handle, turned it half a circle, and pushed it open.
The black line blocked most of his vision, and he could only see through the gap that the stroller was empty.
The crawling sound disappeared after someone went upstairs. Chen Ling stood at the door and waited for a while. Seeing that the thing still didn't come out, he suggested: "If you surrender now, I can spare your life."
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
A harsh friction came from the end of the room, and the giggling sound came from nothing, from single to noisy, full of malice.
Chen Ling was upset by the noise. He closed his eyes to calm himself down and said, "On the day of the Cold Clothes Festival, the netherworld opened up and allowed you to go to the mortal world to receive the offerings burned by your relatives. But you fell in love with the dead fetus in Gao Qing's belly that was contaminated with yang energy and wanted to use it to reincarnate."
The friction sound suddenly accelerated, from the floor to the ceiling, and then rushed from the other side of the ceiling.
Chen Ling felt a sense of eerieness. He looked up and saw a pair of dark eyes with only pupils appearing above him.
A baby with blue body and large spots all over his body was hanging upside down on the inside of the door frame. His mouth was not open, but he kept laughing.
Chen Ling thought it was just a piece of moldy bacon, his eyes were calm, and he continued, "You control her to help you find food everywhere. Xiaobao is one of them. This kind of infant spirit that has just died and is entangled with resentment is the easiest to replenish the Yin energy you urgently need and your gradually decaying body."
The eyes began to turn bloodshot, and black, foul-smelling liquid dripped onto the floor.
Chen Ling glanced at the small puddle on the ground and took a step back in disgust. "Yesterday, you asked Gao Qing to trick me up here. What's wrong? Are you madly hungry? Or is it that ordinary infant spirits can no longer satisfy your appetite?"
"Brother, I'm so hungry, can you bring me something to eat..." The upside-down baby opened his mouth, revealing a dark throat, and his tongue was bright red, like dripping blood.
Chen Ling said expressionlessly: "But you look so ugly."
“…” The baby was furious, “Shut up!”
"And the stench of the corpse is so strong that it makes people want to vomit."
"I told you to shut up!" The baby screamed and rushed towards Chen Ling like crazy, but was blocked by the ink line and bounced back.
The small body hit the ground with a heavy sound.
He climbed up from the ground, his dark eyes staring at the young man outside, his lips opened, and a shrill cry rang out.
The crying sound spread through the corridor and all the way to the second floor.
Gao Qing's distorted expression began to go crazy. She opened her mouth and screamed, "My child, my child is calling me, he is calling me mommy! Let me go, let me go quickly!"
Her strength became incredible, and the rope loosened due to her violent struggle, which scared Mr. Gao.
Without thinking twice, he ran forward to tie the rope tighter. As he got closer, the crazy wife suddenly became gentle. She whispered Mr. Gao's name softly, her eyes full of tenderness and attachment.
Mr. Gao's eyes almost turned red. He subconsciously relaxed his guard, tilted his head to expose the side of his neck, and put his arms around Gao Qing's body to untie the rope and tie it again.
"Be careful!" Seeing this scene, Master Wu shouted and reached out to grab Mr. Gao's collar.
It's too late.
Mr. Gao's face turned pale and he opened his mouth in pain. There was an extra head on the side of his neck, and that head had opened its mouth wide and was biting the skin on the side of his neck tightly.
Master Wu didn't expect that when he turned his back to drink a sip of water, something tragic would happen. Looking at the blood oozing from Mr. Gao's neck, he was in a dilemma.
If he let go, the piece of flesh on Mr. Gao's neck would definitely be bitten off; if he didn't let go, it would be even worse, because the place where he was bitten was the carotid artery, and the wound would become deeper and deeper, and the blood would flow more and more, and eventually Mr. Gao would die from excessive blood loss.
After only three or five seconds of hesitation, Master Wu made a decision. He put his hands on Mr. Gao's shoulders and pulled him back with force.
Mr. Gao was in so much pain that half of his body was numb and he couldn't muster any strength. He knew someone was trying to save him, but he couldn't offer any help and could only wait to be rescued, lying limp.
Gao Qing's masseter muscles were incredibly strong. The more blood flowed into her mouth, the more excited her eyes became.
The sweet and fishy blood was swallowed along with the saliva, it tasted extremely delicious.
A voice in her head told her, Bite harder, harder! Drain his blood, because he deserves to die, because he keeps trying to hurt me.
Gao Qing took a breath, and her hands were already showing signs of freeing themselves from the ropes.
Just as she was about to regain her freedom, a pair of hands reached out from behind, pinched her cheeks, held her head, and fiercely rescued the piece of flesh from her mouth.
Chen Ling quickly untied the knot of the hemp rope behind Gao Qing, grabbed both ends and tightened them, then pulled the rope to the Roman column at the edge of the living room and tied the person up.
Gao Qing was panting heavily, with blood at the corners of her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.
"You will all die a miserable death, a miserable death..." The vicious curse faded away and became gentle, "He loves to play in the villa every night and find food. None of you can escape."
Chen Ling ordered Master Wu: "Shut her mouth."
Master Wu: “No problem.”
Mr. Gao put his five fingers together and covered the side of his neck while enduring the severe pain. The blood was flowing unstoppably and he had to go to the hospital immediately.
Looking at the increasing amount of blood on the floor, Chen Ling sighed, took off his backpack and took out a box of cinnabar liquid from it.
Apply a small amount, place your fingertips over the wound to draw a talisman, and chant a spell silently.
Master Wu was stunned, with his ears perked up the whole time, his eyes fixed on Chen Ling's lips. His brain worked quickly, and he soon determined that this was the Lu Ban Book's method of stopping bleeding!
Lu Ban's Book is said to be a book on civil engineering and architecture, but it actually contains Taoism, solutions, and medical skills.
Because to study this book one must "lack one of the requirements", that is, one must meet one of the following conditions: widower, widow, orphan, single, or disabled. Those who do not meet the conditions cannot practice it, so the number of people who actually learn it is extremely small.
"Widowed" and "widowed" are too far away for a young man in his early twenties like Chen Ling.
Not to mention the "disability", the person in front of me has good hands and feet, and can speak and read.
So there are only the last two left, "孤" and "独".
Master Wu thought he had a pretty good knowledge of physiognomy, but when he combined what he had in his mind with the elegant, refined and vigorous face in front of him, he simply could not connect it with the words "shallow relationship".
No matter how you look at Chen Ling's face, it seems that he is blessed with great fortune, long-lived parents, and a prosperous spouse.
It's so strange, is it really a gift from God that has been given a back door so that I don't have to abide by the rules set by my ancestors
Chen Ling finished writing the talisman and with his fingertips he retracted his grip. The blood that was trickling from Mr. Gao's neck stopped immediately.
Mr. Gao was stunned and surprised. He rubbed and pressed the wound with his fingers and said in disbelief: "It's stopped, the bleeding has stopped!"
Master Wu came back to his senses, looked at Mr. Gao's neck, then looked at Chen Ling, his heart full of awe. No matter what, he was determined to hold on to this thigh!
It's only six o'clock in the afternoon, and it's still early before dawn.
Mr. Gao called and ordered someone to send clean clothes and food, and greeted Chen Ling warmly: "Mr. Chen, you have been tired today, you must eat more, we still have a tough battle to fight in the early morning!"
Chen Ling was indeed quite exhausted today. First, he went to contact the stone tablet, and just now he spent a lot of energy drawing a hemostatic talisman. His stomach had been growling with hunger half an hour ago.
He didn't hesitate and ate four bowls of rice in a row, which shocked Master Wu.
Master Wu: "Mr. Chen has a good appetite."
Chen Ling wiped his mouth and said, "I am indeed a little hungry today."
I'm afraid he's more than just a little hungry. If it were him, he wouldn't be able to eat four bowls of rice no matter how hungry he was, and that doesn't include the dishes.
After complaining in his heart, Master Wu also put down his bowl and chopsticks.
He propped his knees up solemnly with both hands and asked, "Which school did Mr. Chen learn from?"
Chen Ling: “Optimist.”
Master Wu: “…”
The corner of Master Wu's mouth twitched. It sounded like he was just joking and didn't want to answer the question properly!