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Chapter 1 - Deceit

"Master Xu, the money has been transferred. Take a look."

The woman reclines on the sofa. Her fox-like eyes seem to be covered in a layer of mist. She seems to be lost, but she is also looking at me flirtatiously.

I took out my cell phone and looked at the text message from the bank. I nodded.

He walked out of the door and got on my QQ for 'Seven Hands'. He turned around and looked at the one-night stand in the villa. Then, he stepped on the accelerator and drove out of the villa complex …

My name is Xu Huo, and I'm a student of a medical university in the city.

Many people said that this name was unlucky, while others said that this name seemed like it was a joke.

Actually, it was just a joke. I was just playing with myself.

Three years ago, my grandfather passed away and gave me the house in the country. When I opened the account, I told the registered police to change my name, too.

The policeman asked me to change my name?

Thinking about how my grandpa would often say that I was an ominous person, a living bandit, a great disaster, I would casually say, and change it to Xu Huo.

The previous name was given to me by my father. When I was four years old, he and my mother divorced and became married again. I was then left at my grandfather's house in the countryside …

Anyway, I hate the old name.

Although grandpa often says that I'm a scourge, he still pulled me up full of shit. When I received the notice to enroll in the university, grandpa left.

It would cost a lot to go to college, and my grandpa was a farmer with only four thousand dollars on his passbook.

I didn't ask my notorious parents for money, but took up my current part-time job.

Other than the house, the passbook, and half a broken book with no title, what Grandpa left behind for me are some methods to drive out evil spirits and catch ghosts.

Yes, my part-time job is to help people get rid of evil spirits.

The countryside calls me a monk or a monk, exorcist.

In this day and age, there were many people who tried to expel evil.

At first I was scared, too, but then I realized that eight out of ten times I was suspicious.

I'm just like the Taoist in the movies, pretending to do it. If I draw a few yellow paper talismans, I can exchange them for quite a bit of income. It's enough to support me.

Of course, eight out of ten times he had his suspicions, and two out of ten times he had his suspicions.

Once a friend introduced me to a business, the employer is a small restaurant company owner. As soon as we met, I felt something was wrong with his face.

After negotiating the price, I didn't make anything formal. Instead, I drew a talisman and burned it into ashes before pouring some water for him to drink.

In the end, not even five minutes after he drank the symbol water, he began to vomit. What came out was all black and green filth, and within it, there were even living maggots.

I made the most money that time, but ever since, I've made a rule for myself: I only take business with women.

To put it bluntly, the purpose of my work is to cheat and earn some money. As long as it is enough to support me until I graduate, there is no need to stir up trouble.

The woman herself had secretly found someone to expel the evil spirits. Most likely, they were suspicious of the evil spirits behind their backs and some formalized matter would allow them to get away with it.

Of course, I was also unworthy of them. One was to offer a fair price, and two was to give them as much reassurance as possible.

For example, the woman who lived in the villa just now was a Canary with a purse from a rich boss. Because the boss and the original owner made a trip to the new Ma Tai, she had always suspected that the original owner gave her the drop head.

I did my best to provide her with proper service, opening up the training hall for three consecutive nights.

As for the matter of sleeping, both sides needed it. They didn't let each other down either.

Even though it's an unorthodox method, due to the fairness of the price, I can always settle this matter for the principals. Slowly, I also have a bit of a reputation in the circle.

This time, someone else tried to find a way to make the call.

On the phone, her voice was neither cold nor hot, as if she were talking to an old man who was standing in a stall in a park.

I don't care. Almost every principal has this tone on the phone, a skeptical attitude towards the person they are entrusting.

After hanging up, I anxiously drove to the address she gave me.

It's been over a month since the last time we started, and I haven't had anything to eat for over a month.

It wasn't that I was thinking about taking advantage of them, but that the key point was that the other party was a student from an art school. Furthermore, the address I was given wasn't from the school, but from an upscale district with a bit of a reputation outside.

This art school was very famous. It was also a 'beautiful' scenery in the city. One weekend after school ended, the people watching the Mercedes-Benz and BMW were dazzled …

When we got to the neighborhood, I called her.

As soon as we met, my eyes widened a little.

About 1.7 meters tall, slender waist and long legs, narrow shoulders and wide buttocks. There was no need to mention how beautiful she was, there was a saying: Her buttocks are wider than her shoulders.

"You are Master Xu?"

She stared at me, puzzled.

Obviously, I am too different from what people think of me as a ghost catcher to give my clients enough trust.

I nodded, "I am Xu Huo."

"My name is Sang Lan."

This woman didn't seem to like talking much. After saying that, she turned around and walked upstairs.

After taking a few steps, he seemed to have thought of something and abruptly stopped and turned around.

We looked at each other. "What's wrong?"

Sang Lan looked at me for a moment, then shook her head: "Nothing."

As he turned around and walked up the stairs, he crossed his hands behind his back and covered the bottom of his skirt.

Heh heh, who should I guard against? Am I that kind of person?

It seemed... It was … White lace.

When I entered the house, I found that the situation was a little different from what I had expected.

There was another woman in the room. She looked to be in her thirties. Although there were some fine lines at the corners of her eyes, her skin was white and her figure was beautiful. Judging by the features, she was actually fifty percent the same as Sang Lan.

The woman was as surprised as I was. She examined me before extending her right hand. "Hello, I'm Lan Lan's aunt, Ji Yayun."

F * ck, so he's living with relatives. I really wanted to go wrong. Seems like Sang Lan isn't a girl who fakes when she meets a poor guy, but a rare 'serious' art student.

"Xu Huo." Ji Yayun and I shook hands. I felt that her hands were very smooth, but a little cold.

Seeing that there was no possibility of a 'sequel', I went straight to the point. "Tell me exactly what happened to you."

Ji Yayun was a little surprised: "How did you know it was me?"

I smiled and said nothing.

In our line of work, it is inevitable to pretend to be profound. However, at the same time that I smiled without saying a word, my heart skipped a beat.

If it was someone else, I would not be able to see it, but these two women's skin were as white as milk. It was precisely because their skin was too white that I could see that Ji Yayun's forehead had a sharp contrast against the darkness.

This kind of obscurity could not be distinguished, but it was not difficult to distinguish. Looks like this Ji Yayun really met some sort of evil thing.

Ji Yayun hesitated for a while, then said: "Recently, I haven't been able to sleep soundly. How should I put it, it's just that I'm awake until midnight, I just can't move."

"Ghost press?"

"Yes, yes." Ji Yayun hurriedly nodded.

Sang Lan snorted from the side.

I looked back at her, and she was looking at me coldly, as if waiting to see what I would do next.

I looked at my watch. It was two o'clock in the afternoon.

At this time, looking at ghosts … What the hell!

I got up and said, "I'll come back tonight."

Ji Yayun seemed to have noticed something from my movements, she nodded and did not say anything.

However, Sang Lan frowned and said: "Don't come, my aunt is fine. She just stays at home all day and scares herself."

He took two hundred dollars out of his wallet and slapped it in front of me.

Looking at the two bright red hairs, my blood rushed to my face and I coldly said, "I don't believe this kind of thing. You shouldn't have called me before. I can afford to pay for this. However, I'll give you a word of advice. You might be very rich, but you might not be able to buy it with money. " After saying that, I picked up my bag and walked out.

"Mr. Xu!"

Ji Yayun anxiously stopped me, and stamped her feet: "Lan Lan, can you not be willful?"

Seeing her anxious and helpless expression, I secretly sighed. I have never seen ghosts that are afraid of the dark. If I were to run into one, I wouldn't believe it.

"Why did you come in the evening? Is there anything you can't say now? " Sang Lan seemed to yield to his aunt, but also seemed to be angry as he spoke.

I didn't want to waste my breath on her. I wanted to leave, but Ji Yayun stopped me.

Helpless, I could only turn around and say to Sang Lan: "Actually, I am the same as you, also a student. medical school, Forensic Medicine."

"A medical examiner?"

"Yes, medical examiner. Logically speaking, I shouldn't believe in evil, but I do. "

I lit a cigarette and took a light drag. "Perhaps you think that these two occupations are contradictory and that the Ghost Compress Bed is ridiculous. I can also use my medical expertise to tell you what nerve numbness and self-awakening are, but I still have to tell you, your aunt might have really run into evil. "

"Mr. Xu, I …"

Ji Yayun wanted to say something but hesitated. She bit her lips and said, "Not only is it a ghost press, I also saw … She saw a pair of … A pair of red shoes swinging about on the ceiling … "

"Red shoes?" My heart lurched.

"What red shoes?" Sang Lan walked over and pulled her hand, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm just afraid of scaring you."

I took off my backpack and looked out the window. "If it's really red shoes, then we don't have to wait until night."

"Alright, I'll believe it this time." Sang Lan helplessly looked at Ji Yayun, and asked me: "What are you going to do?"

"Pull the curtains and let her take off her clothes."

"What?"

I looked at her.