The Spirit Flies Away

Ke Wangwei wiped his sweat and said, "The person in the painting is my good brother Li Er, who I have been playing with since I was a child."

"I haven't made a fortune yet, often with him to hang out," Ke Wangwei, "he is like my own brother, we don't share anyone, rich together, have difficulty together to carry. When we were seventeen or eighteen years old, by chance, we met a friend who was a backslider, and we started to do this business ......"

Digging up dead people's graves, finding out what's valuable and selling it.

"But once we had an accident in the tomb and he didn't come back," Ke Wangwei wiped his eyes, "I came back alone, and after that I never went back to the tomb again, and took my savings and started a business... ...In the blink of an eye, almost twenty years have passed."

It had been so long that he'd forgotten what had happened, and he'd forgotten the back of the painting.

Feng Li frowned, "Finished?"

Ke Wangwei nodded.

Feng Li asked, "What have you done to him?"

Ke Wangwei hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth, "I took all the money from the sale of the things I brought out of the tomb back then and didn't leave a penny for his family."

Ke Hetang said incredulously, "Dad, how can you ......"

"Shut up!" Ke Wangwei scolded, "Without that money, how could you live the life you do now!"

When he finished speaking, his face changed and he asked with a heaping smile, "Mr. Feng, you said that I would die in half a month, what's going on?"

Feng Li faintly said, "This human skin drawing paper is attached with the aura of a severe ghost, he has come to take revenge on you. The painting has already affected you, making you inhuman, and in the end, you will die however he will die."

Jiang Luo sniffed, Yu Guang glanced at the scratch on Ke Wangwei's arm.

According to his wife and son, Ke Wangwei scratches his own skin so much, will he end up like a human skin drawing paper and peel off his own skin as well?

Ke Wangwei is definitely lying in his words.

Ke Wangwei's face flashed with a bit of fear, "Mr. Feng, what can we do?"

"There's a head for the wrong and a head for the debt, he's already become a stern ghost, the only way is to overpass him," Feng Li said, "but before you do that, you have to make amends with him and compensate him for what he deserves. Since you used his money to make the current property, you should pay half of your property to his family, and after that, you should find a feng shui place for his bones as a Yin residence."

Half?

Ke Wangwei showed a meaty look on his face, "Mr. Feng, this ......"

Feng Li: "Life or money?"

Ke Wangwei took a deep breath, "Fine, I'll give him half the family fortune."

Ke Wangwei did what he said he would do, calling his lawyer and assistant immediately, fearing that if he was late, Feng Li wouldn't care about the matter.

Soon, Ke Wangwei finished signing the contract, and with his face twitching, he came to Feng Li and said, "Mr. Feng, the property is done, is this okay?"

Feng Li nodded gently, "I will do a supernatural practice, and when I ask you to apologize, you will bow three times to beg for his forgiveness."

Ke Wangwei nodded his head hurriedly, "Alright, alright, thank you Mr. Feng."

Feng Li left his disciples to prepare for the practice, leaving Jiang Luo, who had nothing with him, alone behind him.

Feng Li looked toward the dark-haired youth.

The black-haired young man should have been in a hurry when he came out, and there were still marks on his hair from sleeping. His face was thoughtful, the splendor brought by his looks was precipitated by his thoughts, but there was a kind of classical beauty that was similar to Feng Li's Tang clothes.

Feng Li read his thoughts, "What do you want to ask?"

Jiang Luo glanced up at him and said curiously, "Mr. Feng, you believe him?"

Feng Li said relentlessly, "There's no need to know whether he's telling the truth or a lie, and if he's telling a lie, be prepared to suffer the consequences of that lie."

The male main attacker of the original text was even tougher and cooler than Jiang Luo had imagined, and Jiang Luo realized, "I know."

Half an hour later, the stuff of the practice was ready.

Ke Wangwei's nervousness was visible to the naked eye as he kept wiping his sweaty head and waiting for Feng Li to do something, "Mr. Feng, is it okay if I just kowtow three times?"

Feng Li said, "Uh-huh."

He erected three joss sticks and inserted them on the incense burner, the smoke curled upwards, and after the smoke that floated up reached a certain height, it unexpectedly sank downwards and piled up into a white porcelain bowl.

Feng Li used a chopstick to spin a white mist in the bowl, which gradually condensed into clear water, which turned reddish-blood-colored.

The blood was so thick and sticky that only after the chopsticks were able to pull it out in long strands did Feng Li put down the chopsticks and used a piece of talisman paper folded into a triangle to put it into the bowl.

The talisman paper burns into the bowl, burning the red water.

Feng Li now said, "Kowtow and apologize."

Ke Wangwei breathed a sigh of relief and kowtowed dryly, "Li Er, brother is sorry. Brother will give half of his money to your parents, and will take care of your father and mother as if they were mine. Brother will find you a good Yin residence for burial, please forgive brother."

As he kowtowed and spoke, the three burning incense sticks violently snapped apart from the center. Jiang Luo subconsciously looked toward the human skin drawing paper, only to see the shadow under the bottom of the man's feet in the picture twisting and turning, protruding bulge-like size, as if something was about to break out of the drawing.

Ke Wangwei didn't notice anything and continued, "I did wrong in that matter back then, I really know it's wrong, for the sake of the fact that I grew up with you, you let me live."

Before his words fell, three segments of black mist ran steeply out of the shadows and wrapped themselves dead center around Ke Wangwei's body.

But no one seemed to see it coming, including Ke Wangwei himself. After apologizing, he was the first to breathe a sigh of relief when nothing happened. His spirits were good, but his body was somehow extraordinarily tired and weak, and Ke Wangwei looked cautiously to Feng Li, "Mr. Feng, what is this?"

Feng Li looked at the three grievous evil spirits lying on top of him and said in a cold voice, "I can't save your life."

When Feng Li finished speaking, he said to the disciples, "Go."

Although the disciples do not understand, but still cleanly follow Feng Li ready to go. Huang Yulan mouth trembling, she did not dare to stop Feng Li, tears rustling, crying miserably, "Mr. Feng, how can not be saved?"

Ke Hetang looked pale and shivered, "Mr. Feng ......"

Feng Li paused and looked sideways at Ke Wangwei behind him who still didn't know what was going on, "He's not telling the truth, who else can be expected to save him?"

He didn't want to be involved in this matter anymore and left with determined steps. Ke Wangwei shivered and suddenly blurted out, "Mr. Feng, your reputation will be ruined if I die! You all promised to save me and you still couldn't, if I really die, your Feng family won't be able to do anything good either!"

After saying this, he suddenly begged again, "Mr. Feng, I don't want to die, please save me, I'm willing to leave you half of my remaining property, donating it is fine."

Feng Li's eyes went cold.

He suddenly sneered and turned around, "Fine, I'll save you. But you have to tell me everything exactly what you have ever done."

Ke Wangwei opens and closes his lips for a moment and collapses to the ground in disarray.

When Ke Wangwei once visited a grave with his good brother Li Er, he returned to the village and abducted three peasant men who had never visited a grave before because of a lack of manpower.

The three farmers thought that Ke Wangwei was taking them to the city to work and earn a lot of money, so they followed Ke Wangwei out of the village. Ke Wangwei tricked them into believing that city people like things underground, and tricked them into going down to the tomb.

They were lucky that they really dug out valuable things from the tomb they stole, which was more than the harvest of Ke Wangwei and Li Er in several years. Ke Wangwei had a bad idea, and in the end, he threw the three farmers in the cemetery and blocked the hole, so that he would not have to share the money with them again.

Li Er was so disturbed by this that before he left the cemetery, he kept chanting that he would be avenged by the evil spirits. Ke Wangwei is also a little bit furious by his chanting and goes to a Taoist priest to find out how to prevent the evil spirits from taking revenge.

As it happened, he asked a somewhat evil Taoist priest, who told him that the three peasant men could live for a few more days by eating the cockroach bugs in the cemetery, but the bugs in the cemetery were yin and evil, and the cemetery itself was an extremely yin place, so this yin on top of the yin, the three men would surely be transformed into stern ghosts.

If he wanted to avoid being retaliated against by them, he had to seal the three farmhands who had been transformed into the severe ghosts.

"I asked him how to seal it, and he told me, told me," Ke Wangwei gulped, "He said that those three evil spirits had two enemies, and that as long as the skin of one of those enemies was used to seal the grave hole, those evil spirits, if they tried to come out to take revenge, would be sucked into the skin of the man, and the evil spirits that were sucked into the skin of the man will be sealed and unable to come out again."

And the two enemies of the Evil Ghost, one is Ke Wangwei and the other is his good brother Li Er.

Now that Ke Wangwei is still alive, the one who was stripped of his skin and sealed with an evil spirit is naturally another person.

Wang Santan couldn't help but curse under his breath, "This is too vicious."

Another disciple frowned, "Do we really have to save him?"

Jiang Luo felt that Feng Li would not save Ke Wangwei.

Not for good or evil, but because of the threat Ke Wangwei just made.

Feng Li listened to the story without changing his expression for a second as he said, "In that case, there is another way."

Ke Wangwei is pleased.

Feng Li said, "You will drape the human skin drawing paper over your body for seventy-seven or forty-nine days, and the yin qi in the paper will be suppressed by the yang qi in your body, and the things inside will naturally not come out."

When Ke Wangwei heard this, he struggled to get up and dragged down the human skin drawing paper, and wrapped it around his body without hesitation. As Feng Li said, the moment he wrapped the paper around his body, his body suddenly became lighter, as if dozens of pounds had been lifted from him.

Ke Wangwei was overjoyed, "Thank you, Mr. Feng, thank you, Mr. Feng, I don't have to die! I can't die anymore!"

Feng Li looked at him faintly for a few moments and left with his disciples. When Jiang Luo was about to leave the study, he glanced back at the black ghosts on the drawing paper, the ghosts were laughing and looking at Ke Wangwei with open teeth and claws.

I don't know whether it was Jiang Luo's illusion or not, but he seemed to see that the man on the drawing paper, who only had his back, slightly turned his head sideways, revealing a grin from ear to ear.

The man's facial features gradually turned into Ke Wangwei's likeness.

Feng Li whispered, "Don't look."

Jiang Luo withdrew his eyes.

Feng Li glanced at him, "No good deed goes unpunished. The evil spirits will not let him go, even if they are two people who are as close as brothers, the evil spirits will not be the slightest bit soft when they are dead."

Jiang Luo now remembered that the main attacker had brought him here to deal with this matter because he wanted to let him know that "ghosts and humans are not the same".

He was tempted to agree with Feng Li, but on the surface he stubbornly said, "It's not the same."

Feng Li asked, "What's different?"

Jiang Luo said, "I was in love with Chi You, they were in friendship. I didn't get Chi You killed, he got his brother killed."

This he said with a straight face, half-heartedly.

Feng Li asked rhetorically, "What's the difference?"

"Evil ghosts are all by no means good," Feng Li got into the car, "Once they have an obsession, whether it's revenge or otherwise, they'll do whatever it takes to get there. Family is an obsession, friendship is an obsession, love is also an obsession, and once they become the obsession of an evil spirit, they will no longer have the original intention of being human."

"People and ghosts have different paths," Feng Li concluded, "You are of my people and must obey my words. If I see you tangling with that evil spirit one more time, I will have his soul scattered."