False evidence

Chapter 88 The New Home (Part 2)

"Do you really know anything or just pretend you do?"

Yan Fengwei glared at me, his face flushed and his neck thick.

“I never said I knew how to exorcise evil spirits.” Before he could speak, I continued, “However, I can probably see some things.”

I am now certain that the black aura above his head was not my illusion.

When he sneezed, the black mist gradually dissipated, and by the eighth sneeze, he was radiant with health.

However, normal performance only lasts for a moment.

A moment later, the black mist gathered again. Although his face was flushed, it was ashen, even worse than before.

Old Master Bai once said that inducing a person to sneeze with wolf hair would cause their yang energy to leak out in a short period of time. If a person is possessed by an evil spirit, the leakage of yang energy will also drive out the evil spirit that is clinging to them.

I didn't believe this claim at first, but the facts proved true for Yan Fengwei, so I had no choice but to believe it.

The strangest thing is that, according to Old Master Bai, the only people who can truly see evil spirits, besides those with Taoist skills, are those born with the ability to see ghosts.

Old Master Bai has spent half his life seeking answers, but he only deals with strange matters based on his experience; he himself cannot see the existence of evil spirits.

Ordinary fortune tellers can't see evil spirits either, so how could I see the black aura above Yan Fengwei's head?

Yan Fengwei asked me cautiously, "What did you figure out?"

I reiterated: "I don't know anything about exorcism. But I can tell you've been having a run of bad luck lately. You'd better find a professional to take a good look at you."

Regular dog hair cannot replace wolf hair, but the German Shepherd itself is a crossbreed of wolf and dog. Yan Fengwei sneezed eight times in a row due to the effect of the fur; the black mist only dissipated briefly before gathering again.

According to Old Bai, this person won't live long.

“You’re absolutely right. Ever since I moved here last week, I’ve felt really unwell. I even trip and fall over for no reason at home.” Yan Fengwei seemed not to have heard the rest of what I said, and stared at me with wide eyes, asking, “Hey, brother, do you think there’s something wrong with this house?”

Before I could say anything, he pulled me inside: "Come on, come on, help me check this place carefully. If this room isn't clean, then... then..."

He couldn't speak anymore.

Judging from the car he drives, although he has some wealth, buying and selling houses is no small matter. He wouldn't be willing to sell his newly renovated house.

"You're here so soon? Come on, sit down, have some water and fruit. Oh, why did you bring a dog?"

Yan Fengwei's wife, Meng Zhen, had clearly just put on makeup and looked much better than before.

But when I saw her, my heart sank again.

Her forehead was also shrouded in black mist, though not as severe as Yan Fengwei's.

I asked Yan Fengwei, "Did you move in first?"

"You could tell that?" Yan Fengwei asked in surprise. "I moved here last Wednesday. I hired someone to tidy up the house first. Your sister-in-law had been living in the old house for convenience in doing business, and she only came here the day before yesterday."

I murmured, "Then there really is something wrong with this house..."

Meng Zhen's face turned pale instantly: "Oh dear, I'm easily frightened, don't scare me. There's a problem with the house... what are we going to do? The renovations alone have already cost almost 200,000 yuan!"

I wanted to back out again, but seeing Yan Fengwei's attitude, I knew it would be pointless to say anything, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Take me to see this house properly."

This can truly be considered a luxury mansion.

Originally two townhouses, the middle was opened up, creating a three-story structure that is more spacious than a typical detached villa.

Although the house is big, the couple's taste is really hard to compliment.

It's neither Chinese nor Western, and to a poor guy like me who has no desire for a house, it seems completely out of place.

I looked it over from top to bottom, which took a full fifteen minutes, but I couldn't find anything unusual.

However, I could tell that the couple actually knew a thing or two about feng shui. Although the various furnishings in the house looked a bit nouveau riche, the placement of different items was in accordance with feng shui principles.

Back in the living room on the first floor, the couple eagerly asked me if I had noticed anything.

I decided to be frank: "To be honest, I only know how to read faces, and even then, I only know a little bit. I can tell that from the moment you two entered this room, you..."

My mind suddenly went blank for a moment, and my words came to an abrupt halt.

Meng Zhen was so anxious she was almost in tears: "Hey brother, tell us the truth, we can't lie to you. But tell me, where can we find someone with real skills these days?"

Yan Fengwei, with a long face, chimed in, "Don't laugh at me, but people in our line of work all believe in superstitions. I had someone come and look at this house before I bought it. I spent a lot of money, but who would have thought that something like this would still happen? I must have been swindled by that bastard!"

After a moment of confusion, I bit my lower lip hard.

This 'abnormality' was not due to any hints from the divination, but rather, like when I was at Chen Zudao's house, some things that should never belong to me inexplicably appeared in my mind.

I raised my right hand, staring at the silver chain on my wrist. "You're in too much of a hurry..."

Yan Fengwei didn't hear me clearly, but he obviously misunderstood. He hurriedly took off the thick gold chain around his neck and stuffed it into my outstretched hand: "A little something, a little something..."

I chuckled and said, "You've always called me 'brother,' but bringing this out makes us seem distant."

I had already made up my mind. I tossed the gold chain back to him and said, "Do you have any millet? If not, go buy some right away."

Yes! Yes! I'll get it for you!

Meng Zhen hurriedly brought out a bag of millet from the kitchen, saying, "Is this enough? If not, I'll go buy more."

I smiled at her and said, "That's enough. I'm too lazy to move. Please, both of you, scatter the millet on the floor, starting from the doorway and covering the entire living room."

Meng Zhen stared at me, somewhat stunned.

Seeing her reaction, I was suddenly startled.

Why should I smile at her?
The key thing is that I found that when I looked at her, a wicked thought arose deep in my heart.

It's not that they simply coveted her as a person, but rather it seemed like they wanted to use her to achieve some other purpose.

This is absolutely not my style.

The evil thought that crossed my mind in a split second could never have been conceived by me.

I suddenly remembered something Bai Jing said after I left Bamboo Forest Villa.

At Fu Ansheng's home, Meng Chao once showed off the Tianpeng ruler he had obtained from the charcoal kiln.

Bai Jing later said that the corpse originally belonged to the charcoal kiln, which meant it belonged to Lü Xin.

The Heavenly Ruler can be used as a weapon for self-defense, but it is also a ritual object for exorcising evil spirits.

The method of spreading millet on the ground must have been conveyed to me by Lü Xin.

And I, inexplicably, suddenly became able to see the malevolent aura emanating from people...

Lü Xin understood Taoist arts!
This conclusion gave me a real fright.

I was in a bind, and just then, Lü Xin's consciousness gave me a solution.

I don't think he wanted to help me.

Tong Xiangnan needs to find a starting point to hypnotize people.

Lü Xin was also looking for a point of entry, with the aim of gradually taking over my body through that point.

Now, it seems he has found what he was looking for...

(End of this chapter)