Psychic Tattoo

Chapter 40 Weasel Kneel Down
I asked the sister why, while others saw the fire as auspicious, she saw the fire as an ill omen.

The woman said, "I am a real estate agent. Of course it is ominous."

Oh, oh!

It's no wonder, since real estate is made of wood, and if a woman keeps saying "fire", "fire", "fire", fire restricts wood; it's bad luck. Who’d buy your house?

She introduced herself and said, "My name is Liao Min. Recently, because I can always see a fire, I was almost fired."

I asked Liao Min: “In fact, if only you can see the fire, if you do not speak out, won’t everything be OK?”

I just said that when, suddenly, Liao Min curled up in my couch, shouting: “Hot, hot, help. I am going to burn to death. Hot, hot, help...”

I was suddenly scared by her, if someone did not know otherwise, they’d think she was going through some fit of mental illness.

I hurriedly tried to pull her: “Lady, What’s wrong with you?”

"I am on fire, help me, help me." She was miserable, her breasts just looked like thatch blown by the wind, swinging back and forth.

On fire?

I touched her hand, but it did not feel too hot.

But looking at her expression and actions, she wasn't didn’t seem to be pretending, and even though the weather wasn’t very hot, her body was covered in sweat.

"Or should I pour you a bowl of water?" I asked her.

She told me to hurry.

I went to the back room to take a large basin of water, and poured it over her head.

As the water poured down, she got all wet.

She was wearing tights, which clung to her flesh. That looming feeling, plus her breasts’ swaying, made me suddenly have a psychological reaction.

I hastened to cover my erection, feeling a little embarrassed.

But she touched her wet face and said, "Brother, you have to save me... I hit evil, really hit evil.”

"Hit evil?" I asked her, “You are strange enough. You're often like this when the guests are present, are you?"

She nodded, smoothed up the moist fringe and said, "A number of guests were scared and went away. If I continue to do this, I guess I will lose my job.”

“This matter...” I looked up at the ceiling, thought for a while, and asked her, "What's wrong with you?"

She said she didn't know, she did not know when these problems happened.

She did not know, and I also did not know.

I let her think about it.

She sat, thought for a long time and said: “I have seen a little ghost.”

"Ghost? What little ghost?" I asked her.

About one week ago, she had a cold and went to the central hospital in Minnan to see the doctor.

When she was in the hospital, she passed by a woman.

The woman, her mouth stuck out and she had a chin like an ape's, while her eyes were particularly small, as small as a soybean.

At that time, Liao Min found something wrong. The woman's eyes were not like human eyes, more like a weasel's eyes.

So Liao Min was a little curious and glanced at the child the woman was holding.

Ordinary children was fat, but that child was extremely thin, his mouth stuck out and had a chin like an ape's, his eyes were small like a weasel’s.

Since that day, Liao Min felt that she was not very normal. She often saw the fire and felt that she was being burned, which was very painful.

I asked her: “Have you ever looked for an expert?”

"Yes. In Minnan, I found a sorceress. She did not see anything and said I was haunted by ghost." Liao Min shook her head and said, "No matter what ghost it is, she must give an idea?”

I thought and said to her: “The person you met may have been a weasel. Weasels are evil. That woman who may have been a weasel took her child and made up the appearance of humans to see a doctor.”

"But you did not provoke the weasel, so why did they play a trick on you?" I also did not understand.

My master once said that strange evils do harm people, but if you don’t mess with them, they wouldn't trouble you.

Liao Min shook her head and said she didn't know.

This time, the way she talked wasn’t smooth, and her expression was also unpleasant.

I found Lio Min was really hiding too much.

I picked up a cigarette, sat on the couch and said to her: “We also have rules in this business. If you don't make it clear, I can only say to you... Sorry, your work, I will not do it.”

In fact, we did not have so many rules, but I wanted to frighten her, make her tell me all she knew.

I didn’t want to go through a thriller like Li Muzi's job right now.

I had only one life, could only die once. I had to be cautious. Not to mention the symptoms of Liao Min were much scarier than the other guests I received.

If they don't ask in detail, who would dare to do it?

She heard my tough words, and suddenly her whole person collapsed, tears flying.

She was crying in front of me, full of breasts going up and down.

I was in no hurry to speak. This time was not the time to be soft-hearted. If I comforted her, would she tell me the truth?

I sat there, smoking, looking at her.

After more than ten minutes, she could think clearly and told me the truth.

She said she might have really riled the weasel.

"How do you mean?” I pricked my ears and listened carefully.

She said that one week ago she took a day off to rest at home.

Because the previous period of real estate trends was good, she worked very busily, and it wasn’t easy to rest. She bought an old hen and put it in the kitchen.

On the morning of the rest day, she heard the hen roaring.

She pushed the door out to see, and found a foot-long weasel biting her old hen.

Originally she was exhausted, her mood was not very good, and this weasel also ate her hen. She rushed to the kitchen, took up a plate, and smashed the weasel until it fled wildly.

"Still running? I'll crush you." She looked at the dying old hen on the ground and got even angrier, and continued to chase the weasel.

The weasel did not run out the window and was running around her bedroom, but avoiding the bed, which made her suspicious.

You say this weasel should find a place to nest?

She felt under the bed; there was something strange.

So, she grabbed the edge of the bed, wanting to overturn the frame.

She was ready to overturn it, when suddenly the weasel, who had been running, made a strange action.

It swayed back and forth on its hind legs, and the body stood upright, like a man kneeling.

She said that if looked closely, she could see weasel tears. It seemed to be begging her.

However, she didn't care why the weasel was kneeling, and directly overturned the frame.

It turned out that under her bed, there lived five or six weasel cubs, who opened their eyes.

I thought the kneeling weasel was the father or mother of these cubs. It knelt to her, hoping that she would not hurt the cubs.

Under normal circumstances, she would probably give these weasels life, but on that day, she was very painful and tired, and wanted to boil some old chicken soup to drink. But she didn’t get to drink it because the old hen died in the mouth of the weasel.

This made her angry, plus she was born to hate small animals. When she saw so many weasel cubs, she almost vomited.

She was not comfortable. With one foot, the cubs were all trampled to death.

That kneeling weasel, which was just begging, suddenly became furious and jumped on her, biting her leg.

She threw the weasel to the ground, and stomped on its head with another foot.

A few seconds, and the weasel family were all trampled dead by her.

After that, she went to the door to use a broom to sweep all these things into the dustbin, and as a result, when she was moving the broom, she found the weasels’ eyes open.

The weasels' eyes looked at her very resentfully.

At that time she was also very afraid, and decided to cremate all these weasels.

So, she found a laundry bucket, threw inside the bodies of all those weasels, poured a large bottle of white wine over them, and set them on fire.

The fire turned the weasels into a heap of coke, and the next day, her problem began to appear. She could always see a fire, and often felt like she was being burned, rolling on the ground painfully.

After listening to her, I took a deep breath: “You have a lot of courage. Weasel are very evil. They are usually killed and directly thrown away, but you used fire? “

"Master, is there anything important about it?" she asked me.

I shook my head and talked about what my master once said to me, all things have lives and lives are all the same.

Master said, rats and weasels like stealing our food, and sometimes will bite our furniture, this is their cause. Because of this we kill them; this is the "effect". There is nothing more to it.

But don't torture them, let alone their bodies.

Otherwise, the ghosts of these little animals will take revenge.

Among small animals, the weasels are the most spiritual.

You destroyed their family and baked their bodies, so they must take revenge.

She immediately hugged my legs and said: “Master, you must save me.”