Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Uncle Nine picked up his teacup, blew on the tea leaves floating on top, and didn't say anything.

He took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and his gaze swept from Xu Fugui's face to Yan Bugui's face, and then to Liu Haizhong's face.

He looked all three of them over before turning his gaze away. "Courtyard No. 95?"

"You know?"

Xu Fugui was stunned for a moment.

"Nonsense, the whole city is in an uproar right now, how could I not know?"

The three people: "..."

Uncle Nine stood up, walked to the statue, picked up three incense sticks, lit them, and put them into the incense burner, where wisps of smoke rose.

"Did you go to see someone else before you came to me?"

Yan Bugui said in a deep voice, "We went to see the Third Master on the back street, but as soon as he heard that it was a courtyard house at number 95, he kicked us out."

Uncle Nine's expression remained unchanged as he slowly said, "He did the right thing."

Liu Haizhong's expression changed, and he suddenly stood up, the chair legs scraping loudly on the ground: "Uncle Jiu, you..."

"sit down."

Uncle Nine waved his hand, his tone not harsh, but it carried an undeniable weight.

Liu Haizhong pouted twice, but still sat back down.

Uncle Jiu looked at Xu Fugui and said, "You have done me a favor. If it weren't for your mediation three years ago, I might still be inside."

But this isn't about me not wanting to help you; it's about me being unable to.

"Uncle Nine..."

Xu Fugui's voice carried a hint of pleading, "Just take a look, whether it can be done or not, just take a look first."

My son died a terrible death, and my Xu family line is now dead. I can't accept this. Please help me.

Uncle Nine looked down at his clasped hands. His fingers were rough, his knuckles were large, and there was a callus on his thumb.

He didn't want to, but he owed Xu Fugui a favor.

"Why!"

Uncle Nine sighed, "I'll go with you, but there's one thing to make clear first... I'm going because of the kindness I showed you back then."

When I get there, I'll see what I can and help what I can. If it's really too fierce, I'll turn around and leave, and you're not allowed to stop me.

"OK."

Xu Fugui stood up. "I'll do anything you say, as long as we can go."

Uncle Nine put on the cotton robe hanging behind the door and took out a wooden box from under the offering table.

The box wasn't big, but it was heavy. When opened, it contained neatly stacked yellow talismans, cinnabar, a copper bell, and a peach wood sword.

He closed the box, then carried it in his hand.

……

In a guesthouse room.

Yang Ruihua sat on the edge of the bed, one arm around Yan Jiedi, the other unconsciously clutching the hem of his cotton-padded coat.

She tugged and loosened the fabric repeatedly, until it was covered in wrinkles, and she was filled with worry.

"Second Aunt, do you think that Uncle Nine they found can really get rid of the evil spirits?"

Li Zhaodi said nervously, "I don't know either, I don't know what this evil spirit is, or why it's targeting the people in our courtyard."

"yes."

Yang Ruihua sighed and hugged Yan Jiedi even tighter. "At first, I thought he only targeted young men."

Look, Jia Dongxu, your family's Guangfu Guangtian, my family's Jiecheng Jiefang Jiekuang, Xu Damao, they're all young men.

But just now Old Xu came over and said that the deaf old lady also died; she fell into the cesspool and drowned.

"What grudge could an elderly deaf woman, over eighty years old, possibly have against him? What grievance could she possibly have?"

Li Zhaodi rubbed her eyelids. The deaths of her two sons were a huge blow to her. No matter how naughty they were, they didn't deserve to die.

Who is it?

Why kill her child?

Why did he kill the people in the courtyard? Which idiot caused this trouble and why did he have to involve my family?

Li Zhaodi was filled with resentment and really wanted to strangle the culprit. Damn it!

"What if he comes looking for us?"

Yang Ruihua finished speaking, leaving the second half of her sentence, "coming to us women and children," unspoken, but Li Zhaodi understood what she meant.

Yan Jiedi lifted her head from her mother's arms, tilting her little face up, her big, bright eyes filled with fear.

"Mom, I'm scared."

Yang Ruihua looked down at her daughter, feeling as if something had clenched her heart.

Her three sons were dead, leaving only her youngest daughter, and she absolutely could not be born.

Yang Ruihua forced a smile, reached out and tucked a stray hair behind her daughter's ear, and said gently:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Your father went to see a master. The master is very powerful; he will take away the evil spirits."

"Once the master has banished the evil spirits, we can go home. Mom will cook you something delicious."

Yan Jiedi blinked at her, seemingly trying to determine whether her mother was telling the truth or lying.

Yang Ruihua dared not look directly into her daughter's eyes, gently pressing her head into her arms and resting her chin on the top of her daughter's head.

She didn't even believe her own words, but faced with her daughter's fearful gaze, Yang Ruihua lied.

Li Zhaodi sighed and said, "I need to go out for a bit to make a phone call."

Where are you going?

Yang Ruihua looked up and asked, puzzled.

"Going out for a while."

Li Zhaodi put on her coat, lowered her head to button it, her fingers trembling slightly, and it took her a couple of tries to fasten the top button.

"I'll call the neighborhood office. Guangqi is still at school. I need to tell him not to come back and to stay at school."

Yang Ruihua immediately nodded and said seriously, "Go quickly, go quickly, this matter cannot be delayed. Guangqi is the only son of your Liu family now, you must not let him come back."

Just tell him it's a school holiday or there are extra classes, whatever the reason, make him stay there obediently and don't go home at all.

"I know."

Li Zhaodi opened the door, then suddenly turned around and glanced at Yang Ruihua and Yan Jiedi. "I'll be back soon."

The door is closed.

Yan Jiedi nestled in her mother's arms and whispered, "Mom, will Second Aunt come back?"

"I will come back."

Yang Ruihua lowered her head and kissed her daughter's forehead, her lips touching her daughter's slightly cool skin, and then hugged her daughter even tighter.

Outside the guesthouse.

Lin Tian's ghostly figure stood on the roof of the guesthouse, watching Li Zhaodi's back disappear around the corner at the end of the street.

He didn't rush to chase after them.

Not in a hurry.

There's still plenty of time; none of them will escape.

Next, let's welcome the three aunties...

Yang Ruihua locked the door latch.

Only the mother and daughter remained in the room.

"Knock knock knock!!!"

A knocking sound came from the door.

who is it?

Yang Ruihua's heart jumped into her throat. Li Zhaodi had just left; she couldn't possibly be back so soon.

Upon reaching the door, he didn't open it immediately. His hand rested on the door panel, his voice tinged with a tense wariness:

"Who?"

Lin Tian shouted, "Third Aunt, it's me, Lin Tian, ​​open the door."

Yang Ruihua was taken aback.

Lin Tian?

Lin Jianguo's kid?

What is he doing here?

If he remembered correctly, Lin Jianguo had taken his family and children on a long trip that morning.

Yang Ruihua hesitated for a moment before asking, "Xiao Tian? What are you doing here? Didn't you go on a long trip with your parents?"

……