390 Cuties
Jiu Yuan greeted the ghosts with a smile. It had been a long time since he saw so many of his kind. He couldn’t help but want to greet them. “Hello, cuties!”
However, just as he smiled, the ghosts let out a cry and quickly ran away like rats seeing a cat.
They ran through the wall and jumped out of the window. In the blink of an eye, they were gone.
Oh, there was another one hiding under the table, trembling. He closed his eyes and muttered in horror, “I can’t be seen, I can’t be seen…”
Jiu Yuan was speechless, thinking to himself, “Why are ghosts so timid nowadays?”
The moment these ghosts left Tang He’s body, he felt his body suddenly relax. The feeling of being pressed down by a mountain and unable to breathe miraculously disappeared.
He frowned, not understanding what was going on. Could it be that he had bumped into something unclean?
At the thought of this, he quickly shivered and touched the jade pendant on his neck. He remembered that when he asked for this jade pendant back then, the expert said that he had sinned greatly. If he did not repent early, he would not end up well.
At that time, he was not superstitious. Now that he thought of what had just happened, he immediately had goosebumps.
He couldn’t help but feel a little worried. He knew better than anyone that more than five people had died in his hands all these years. If they came back haunting him…
Humans were like this. The more they thought of a bad ending, the more afraid they were.
Tang He immediately picked up the phone on the ground in a panic and took out a small notebook from the drawer. His hands were trembling as he flipped the small notebook. Finally, he flipped to a certain page. On it was written: Master Yang and contact numbers.
He wiped his cold sweat and dialed the number with trembling fingers.
While waiting, Tang He’s heart was pounding like a drum, nervous and afraid.
“Hello!” A dignified voice suddenly sounded.
Tang He quickly lowered his voice. “Master Yang, it’s Tang He. I want to ask if you’re free. I encountered something here. Can you come over? Or I can go over.”
“So it’s Mr. Tang. Why are you looking for me?” As if he did not notice Tang He’s urgent tone, Master Yang asked slowly.
Jiu Yuan, who had just caught the little ghost hiding under the table, raised his eyebrows and quickly floated to Tang He’s side. Hearing the familiar voice coming from the other end of the phone, he immediately remembered who it was.
“Master Yang, I suddenly felt cold and heavy yesterday. It was as if hundreds of kilograms of weight was added on me. However, just now, that weight suddenly disappeared. Do you know what’s going on?” Tang He quickly asked.
Master Yang did not speak. Instead, he sighed, making Tang He’s heart skip a beat. Tang He’s voice trembled with nervousness. “Master Yang, the life-saving pendant you gave me is still with me!”
Master Yang thought for a moment and said, “In the situation you described, those unclean things must have clung to you. The pendant I gave you previously is no longer useful.”
“Then, then what should I do? Master Yang, save me!” When Tang He heard that it was useless, his expression immediately changed drastically.
“You have to know that if I interfere in your matter, your karma will affect me, then…”
Master Yang pretended to be mysterious and said, “The karma on you will also be connected to me. At that time, some trouble will also befall me!”
“Master Yang, as long as you can help me chase those things away, I’ll give you as much money as you want!” Tang He knew what he was up to.