Chapter 36

Wang Shuo's mother was indeed a wife who could make her husband rich, but she was not a good mother. Even at this critical moment, she was still trying to find excuses for her son's condition, placing the blame on them.

Such an educational approach is truly despicable!

However, this also confirms the ancient saying, "There is a gain, there must be a loss." Since they obtained the son they had long desired, they must have lost something in return.

I understand these things, so even though I know Wang Shuo is a beast, I won't ignore this matter just because of that. There's more to this than meets the eye, and there must be some hidden circumstances.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, Wang Shuo's mother cautiously raised her head and asked me, "Could it be that the girl's ghost is haunting Wang Shuo? Is she here for revenge?"

I shook my head and said, "No!"

If it were the girl's vengeful spirit, it would only be a two-year-old ghost. It would be impossible to quickly cleanse the negative energy left by a two-year-old ghost, even if it were a powerful ghost.

I pondered for a few seconds and continued, "When you were sixteen, did you do anything else besides this?"

This wasn't the answer I was looking for. Wang Shuo's current state has little to do with this incident.

Wang Shuo's mother shook her head and said, "No, after that incident, Wang Shuo was very scared. He was very cautious with everything he did afterward. Although he still acted arrogantly, he was clearly more restrained."

Nonsense! What she calls "restrained" probably means he stopped killing people. Given his八字 (eight characters), it's impossible for him to be truly restrained. However, this isn't important now, and I don't need to argue about his八字 (eight characters) anymore.

It seems that I can't see this thing from his八字 (eight characters) either, so I could only say helplessly, "Alright!"

After Wang Shuo's mother sat there for a while, Wang Shuo's irritable voice came from the inner room. She responded and went in.

Seeing that no one was in the hall, Huang Yiyi came closer to me and said, "Li Yao, why don't we just leave this alone? I think Wang Hongwei's son is just reaping what he sowed. He did such beastly things, he deserves to die!"

I turned to look at Huang Yiyi, who had wide-open eyes. She was very serious and angry about what Wang Shuo had done.

To be honest, I'm also very angry, but this matter isn't simple, and there are hidden circumstances. So I told her, "I'm not helping him; this matter is more complicated than it seems."

"How is it complicated? What have you seen?" Huang Yiyi pressed me.

I shook my head, "I don't know yet, let's see tonight! After all, Wang Shuo is normal now."

This scared Huang Yiyi, "Li Yao, are you going to stay in the room with Wang Shuo?"

I didn't answer, nor did I deny it.

"Li Yao!" Huang Yiyi grabbed my hand, worried, "A master died last night, could the thing inside be very fierce? Could you not be able to handle it?"

I smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry! Trust me."

Huang Yiyi was still worried, but she was interrupted by Wang Hongwei's voice from outside, "Mr. Li, my feet hurt, can I change the cushion?"

Hearing Wang Hongwei's words, I quickly got up and went out. Seeing him trying to get up, I hurriedly stopped him, "Don't move, if you move, everything we did will be in vain!"

"Ah!" Wang Hongwei quickly knelt down and stopped moving. He Zhongtian, sitting in a wheelchair, asked me how to solve his problem, but I ignored him. This old fox wasn't worth my attention anymore.

Two hours later, Wang Hongwei, drenched in sweat and almost fainting, finally dared to stand up.

Actually, the negative energy had dissipated after an hour, but I didn't want him to get up, so I made him kneel for another hour as a form of penance for offending me yesterday.

That night, I decided to stay in Wang Shuo's room to see what was haunting him. After all, no one had seen who was playing the guzheng at night or what was killing people.

Although Huang Yiyi was worried, I had made thorough preparations! To be safe, I took out the century-old lightning-struck peach wood that my grandfather had left me, and I asked the Wang family to prepare the blood of a nine-year-old rooster and a nine-year-old black dog.

The reason for using the blood of a nine-year-old rooster is that it has another name, "Phoenix." The number nine is the most variable in numerology, like a person's fate, which changes every nine years. A nine-year-old rooster is hard to find, but for the rich, it's not a problem.

As for the blood of a nine-year-old black dog, it has some connection to the Pi Xiu. The Pi Xiu is a tomb-guarding divine beast. In ancient times, nobles and royalty would build Pi Xiu to guard their tombs to prevent the deceased from being bullied by surrounding evil spirits.

From this, we can see that the Pi Xiu can also ward off evil.

After applying these two things to my body, along with the lightning-struck peach wood and my own talismans, I went to Wang Shuo's room.

"Li Yao!" Just as I was about to enter Wang Shuo's room, Huang Yiyi suddenly called out to me.

I turned around and gave her a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, wait for me to come back."

"Okay! Be careful." I saw that Huang Yiyi's eyes were already moist, and her eyes were red.

After entering Wang Shuo's room, I closed the door. Wang Shuo was still lying in bed, looking haggard, and staring at me with lifeless eyes. To be honest, seeing those lifeless eyes made me a bit scared.

I'm not afraid of ghosts, but I am afraid of being stared at like this.

"Mr. Li, are you scared?" Suddenly, Wang Shuo asked me.

I sat down on a stool in his room and countered, "If I say I'm not scared, would you believe me?"

"Ha ha!" Wang Shuo laughed, shaking his head, "I don't believe it! Someone died here last night, I don't believe you're not scared. You're so young, why did you choose this profession?"

"This profession is lucrative, but it can also cost you your life! The master my father hired for three million yuan last night didn't get the money, and he died."

Just like his father, he thinks everyone is after the money.

Wait a minute!

I cautiously perked up my ears; I thought I heard something.

"Brother, let's chat! If you have any wishes, tell me, and I'll pass them on to the people outside when you die tomorrow." Wang Shuo continued with his death-dealing voice.

"Shut up!" I made a gesture for him to be quiet. Once he stopped, I heard some strange sounds.

The sounds were like the beating of drums and gongs, the blowing of suona, and the striking of drums and gongs, a very excited and festive sound.