Spiritual recovery?It doesn't matter, I will speak out!

Chapter 8 Zhongxie
The sudden turn of events startled Jiang Lan.

The promised ghost has no wisdom?How can you still talk?

But in addition to being surprised, Jiang Xi couldn't help but wonder, could this be the unique ability of quack warlocks?
Curious, Jiang Pity tentatively asked: "What's the matter? Tell me in detail."

The old man was not polite, and told the whole story of the matter in detail.

"A month ago, I bought a bronze statue from the Antique Street. I looked at the material of the pure copper and the workmanship of the Qin and Han Dynasties, and I wanted to try my luck to see if I could catch it. I thought I might have to spend a lot of money, but I didn't expect The hawkers don't seem to know the goods at all.

At first I thought I had earned it, and spent tens of dollars to get the treasure, but when I woke up one day, I found that this bronze statue had appeared beside my bed.

At that time, I thought it was my little grandson who was naughty. I put it on my bedside after I fell asleep, and I didn’t take it seriously until it appeared on my bedside for the second time. After I asked my grandson, he didn’t admit that he put it Yes, I just don't feel right.

That night, I put the bronze statue in the study, and locked the door before going to bed, but when I woke up the next day, it appeared on my bedside again!

I want to throw it away, but every time I throw it away, it will appear on my bedside again the next day.

I am going crazy, but what makes me collapse even more is that my body is becoming weaker day by day. Although my family members say that my complexion is getting better and better, I know that it is corroding me and is eroding me every day. crush me.

I thought of the man who sold my bronze statue at the beginning, who was obviously healthy but very weak, and then realized that he was also a victim, and only by reselling the bronze statue could he be exposed to the curse.

But I ran to Antique Street to ask for an explanation, but found that I couldn't find that person at all.

In desperation, I had no choice but to imitate that person, and took the bronze statue to the Antique Street every day to see if I could find a scapegoat, but for more than ten days in a row, no one asked.

I became weaker and more hopeless. Until yesterday, I felt that I might not be able to hold on anymore. I finally told my children about this, but they not only did not believe me, they also thought that I was old-fashioned and confused, saying that I clearly very healthy.

I know I'm going to die, but I can't let the bronze statue kill me and then my family, I won't die with peace!
Daxian, please, please help me, otherwise I will not be able to be at peace under the Nine Springs! "

The sluggish ghost stood in front of Jiang Chou, and Jiang Chou kept nodding, pursing his lips and frowning. The picture was very weird and terrifying. If anyone saw this scene, they would faint on the spot.

Jiang Shou thought for a while, and finally said: "After listening to it, I always feel that you don't seem to be a good person."

"Ah?" The old man obviously didn't expect Jiang Xi to say that, and he was a little confused for a while.

"Come on, let me give you a stroke." Jiang Xi said with his fingers: "First, you are greedy, right? You want to take advantage of it, but you don't expect that you are the wronged person. Second, you are not very authentic. You are Bad luck, if you were lucky, would you have transferred the bronze statue to other unlucky people? Third, you have torn up other people's umbrellas after being drenched in the rain. Being a demon and wanting to cheat a corpse is not a thing."

The old man was a little depressed by Jiang Xie's words, and he was very upset, but he couldn't find any words to refute, so he could only be aggrieved secretly and kept silent.

"However." Jiang Xi changed the subject: "Whether you are a good person or not has nothing to do with me, anyway, it doesn't affect me, I only care about whether you will cause trouble in my territory, as long as you don't mess around, everything is easy to talk about .

And one thing you said is still reasonable, your family members are innocent, so as long as you promise me not to be a monster and be cremated obediently, I will promise you to go to your house to see what's going on, but you can I can't fix it and I don't guarantee it.

Anyway, you can choose one, either be obedient and I will try, or continue to make trouble, I not only don't care, I will save you on the spot. "

The old man struggled for a long time, but finally complied.

"Then I'll leave it up to the Great Immortal."

"Don't call me a fairy, call me a real god!"

"Well, then please God."

"Okay, go ahead, obediently become mature tomorrow, don't make it difficult for me."

".it is good."

With the end of the conversation, the ghost of the old man disappeared, and Jiang Xi looked at the corpse on the iron frame. Sure enough, it gradually stretched out and turned into a normal lying appearance, and his expression changed from ferocious to serene.

At the same time, Jiang Xi was also thinking about the bronze statue the old man said.

"Is there any ghost that can reside in the utensil? I hope it's just an ordinary ghost, otherwise don't blame me for running away."

At this moment, the door was pushed open, Chen Mian rushed in irritably, Fang Yihang fell far behind, it seemed that he didn't want to step into this room again.

"Damn it! I can't get through the phone! Damn it, I can't cut it first and play it later, what should I do?"

Looking up, Chen Mian saw An Ning's corpse, and froze in place.

"This, this, this, what's going on?"

Chen Mian's gaze frantically flicked between Jiang Pai and the corpse, quite shocked by this change.

Jiang Xi shrugged: "I don't know, I just tried to talk to him a few words, and he was coaxed."

"What did you say?" Chen Mian pinched Jiang's shoulders suddenly, and didn't even notice that his glasses fell to the ground. His big eyes were full of doubts, and he was very curious about Jiang's method to restore the corpse to normal.

"Just..." Jiang Xi laughed dryly: "Just tell it, if you have a last wish unfulfilled, please give me a dream, don't cause trouble for others, he will be normal, and I don't know the reason."

"It's that simple?!" Chen Mian expressed disbelief.

Jiang Xi nodded: "It's that simple, what is the most important thing between people? It's communication!"

The nonsensical words made Chen Mian's expression very strange, but he still let go of Jiang Xie, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that it's okay anyway."

At this time, the phone rang, and Chen Mian answered the phone: "Hello? Is it Su Dayong's family? Oh, I'm the funeral director in charge of your old man. Well, there is nothing important. Everything is normal. I just want you to Come here early tomorrow, the procedures are quite troublesome, um, it’s okay, you’re welcome, don’t bother.”

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mian looked at Jiang Lan solemnly, and said sincerely, "This time it's thanks to you."

Jiang Shou waved his hand: "Ah, Uncle Chen, don't be so outspoken, I didn't do anything special, I just did something that is my duty, oh yes, I just forgot to report a very important thing to you, this Mr. Su just used your glutinous rice to place a number of four hundred on the ground, I don't know what it means, you must know."

Chen Mian couldn't help laughing when she heard the words: "Your abacus, everyone in Los Angeles heard it. Don't even think about the bonus. If you say two hundred, it's two hundred."

Jiang Xi's expression turned cold for a moment: "Oh, then Uncle Chen has nothing to do, I'm leaving first, I have to go back to sleep quickly, and I have to wait for the dream in a while."

Seeing Jiang Xi's face changing so blatantly, Chen Mian was not annoyed, instead he said with a smile:
"Well, I wanted to tell you something about my plan to retire. I was thinking about asking you if you have any opinions on becoming a full-time employee. If that's the case, then go get busy."

Jiang Xi was almost at the door, but when he heard this, he turned around again, grabbed Chen Mian's shoulders, and smiled obsequiously:

"It's so late, Uncle Chen, your house is far away, I remember you and I will drop by, right? Why don't I take you home, we'll talk about these things on the way."

"You live in the west of the city, and I live in the east of the city. Is this also called Shunlu?"

But having said that, Chen Mian did not refuse, the big stone in his heart fell, and this moment was the happiest time.

The two walked towards the outside of the funeral parlor talking and laughing, and when they passed Fang Yihang who was at a loss, Chen Mian smiled and said: "It's all right now, you can go, go to the finance department to receive the bonus tomorrow. "

Looking at the backs of the two, Fang Yihang still doesn't know what happened just now.

"It's all right? Don't you still have to burn the body?"

The more he thought about it, the more strange he felt, and he bravely returned to the compartment alone.

At this time, the old man thought that Jiang Xie had already left, and wanted to take advantage of no one to see what the incinerator looked like and make mental preparations, but he didn't want to bump into Fang Yihang just walking in when he opened his eyes.

"Ghost!!!"

Fang Yihang rolled his eyes and fell down straight.

If Jiang Chou was present, he would definitely make a sharp comment: This life has been straight.

The funeral parlor was extremely quiet that night.
(End of this chapter)